1. |
Breakfast Wine
03:16
|
|||
|
You look sweet as a breakfast wine. I’m gonna spend you like change for a dime
I’m gonna crush you like cheap white bread and listen to the ocean in your empty head
I’m gonna roll you like a fat cigar. I’m gonna drive you like a Cadillac car
I’m gonna burn you like a green grass fire. I’m gonna twist you like copper wire
Mess with your head and make you like it
I’m gonna put you to the test
I’ll have you roarin’ like a lion
Let’s get a few things off your chest
Baby you sparkle like mountain dew. I’m gonna spit you like a cheek full of chew
I’m gonna take you like a pound of flesh. Then I’m gonna strain you like a fine wire mesh
Mess with your head and make you like it
I’m gonna put you to the test
I’ll have you roarin’ like a lion
Let’s get a few things off your chest
Stomp your feet and clap your hands. You must submit to our demands
You can fade or you can shine. Be my little Breakfast Wine
Let the music take you high. Come with us we own the sky
You can melt into the sun, then we'll finally be as one
Mess with your head and make you like it
I’m gonna put you to the test
I’ll have you roarin’ like a lion
Let’s get a few things off your chest
|
||||
2. |
The Wrong Mask
04:48
|
|||
|
Mama, I know this is only a comedy, but I won’t be able to laugh
It’s gotten much later, I’m far from the theater
and I’ve wiped all the smoke from my eyes
Slick and handsome heroes, I find I am a foil for a clown
You’re better off with zeros, it’s a shame but they’re always around
I’m sick of all the junkies and how you “can’t get good brown in this town
That’s alright boys, I’ll stick with my whiskey
Mama, I know that this must be a tragedy, but they just gave me the wrong mask
And I’m stuck with a stupid grin to keep all my troubles in,
take it home at the end of the night
I’ve seen through the screen and the magic is gone and the actors are wearing no clothes
A quick fix, a fetish, a fuck. If you don’t move it won’t hurt a bit
That’s alright boys, I’ll stick with my whiskey
Mama, I know that this little B movie, surely will not be my last
I've been a Swamp Thing, on a Dog Day Afternoon, praying for Splendor in the Grass
Circle the sphere and the credits are near and the actors all wear their street clothes
What a shock! What a circus you’ve got. Sweep up and lock before you go
It’s all right boys. I’ll stick with my whiskey
|
||||
3. |
Tears of the Moon
03:34
|
|||
|
You and your old guitar used to play me a tune. One that’s so sad and sweet, it’s called Tears of the Moon
But when the summer breezes came blowing through the town, you would drift away from me and take all your lovely sounds
And yes, you have those ocean eyes. I can still hear them roar, and the falling of your footsteps and the closing of a door
And when the Autumn leaves came floating to the ground all that made me lonesome is just missing all your sounds
To me you are a memory of a memory of a ghost of a chance. For yet another waking dream, but that moment has passed
And when the winter snows form a blanket on the ground, I have gotten over you, but I’ll always miss your sounds
|
||||
4. |
Too Late Now
04:39
|
|||
|
Remember New Orleans and that little place in Marigny
With nothing but a mattress on the floor
Just two gypsy souls entwined
We traveled through those moonlit nights
With our dancing shoes an inch above the floor
Sadly, such childish things just cannot be sustained
Our paper parasol was letting in the rain
It’s too late now to put out all the fires
It’s too late now to see what they’ve become
It’s too late now to go spinning tires in the mud
You’ll only wind up face down in your blood
Domesticate this wild thing in a tiny yard in Metairie
It’ll claw your heart out trying to escape
Then you got that factory job and a chill settled in your bones
And your old guitar just never left the case
I tried to warm you but my passion turned to rage
One final ember in the ashes of the day
It’s too late now to put out all the fires
It’s too late now to see what they’ve become
It’s too late now to go spinning tires in the mud
You’ll only wind up face down in your blood
Blow hot air at a cold breeze, in time you’ll get a hurricane
Katrina came and washed it all away
Now we’re waiting on the roof with one guitar and some memories
Is it time to go our separate ways?
Yes, I still love you but I cannot live this way
It’s best to end it when there’s nothing left to save
It’s too late now to put out all the fires
It’s too late now to see what they’ve become
It’s too late now to go spinning tires in the mud
You’ll only wind up face down in your blood
|
||||
The Belle Rangers Ottawa, Illinois
Katie Belle & the Belle Rangers is a roots-rock band shaped by earthy tones and
riveting tales. From whiskey-soaked
tragedies to country-metal ghost stories, their music
exhibits a unique display of depth, precision, and showmanship. Katie Belle & the
Belle Rangers are as inventive as they are timeless.
... more
If you like The Belle Rangers, you may also like:
Dakota Blue Moon
by Jackson Harden
Gorgeous acoustic Americana from North Carolina, stripped-back and sublime.
go to album
Caught Up On A Feeling
by Veronica Stanton
Stunningly beautiful orchestral folk songs with just a hint of country, delivered with heart-on-sleeve immediacy.
go to album
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Tides of a Teardrop
by Watchhouse (formerly Mandolin Orange)
The forthcoming album from Mandolin Orange blends rustic Americana melodies with aching, orchestral arrangements.
go to album
Meet Me at the River
by Dawn Landes
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation.
go to album
Papa Bear Sings Baby Bear a Lullaby in a Bearhouse
by Hige Kuma
Raucous jams from this Austin artist with hooks so immediate, they bury themselves in your brain.
go to album
