Satan is pacing your footsteps from below
He glides a glass along the ceiling everywhere you go
And ya know hes poisoned all the trees up from the lowest root
But if I didn't bother to shake the branches, I'd never eat a fruit
Caught between the fire and the sea
It's salt in the wound or living caustically
Floor boards creek, splintering veneer
Make sure you stop your feet cause the devil is near
He listens in and licks his lips with each click of your heels
It sends a shiver down his spine when he feels a hearse's wheels
He bites his fist when shaking knees are praying in the pews
He always longs for company and it doesn't matter whose
Caught between the fire and the sea
Salt in the wound or living caustically
He'll slowly bat his lashes and whisper in your ear
Just never trust a dress
The devil is near
Caught between the fire and the sea
It's salt in the wound or living caustically
Inside the details, advocating fear
Just keep the name off of your lips cause the devil is here
Psychedelia of a darker shade than usual, Francie Moon eschew kaleidoscopic colors for a slow, sludgey trek through the sonic badlands. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2019
“No Dados” does all that rock ‘n’ roll, at its most sorrow-driven, ever wanted to do for anyone—and that’s to fix a broken heart. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2019