Limited edition cassette of 'Between Stones' featuring radical art by Alex Hornsby.
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lyrics
Boy, boy this heaven’s on fire
Here comes the song of my tumbledown choir
Singing, ‘Good sailors drink the blood and eat the host’
And the lights in the sky are Martin Pale’s ghost
Kick the weasel and throw him in the brig
I saw the coming of the bird; I saw the killing of the pig
And that unholy king with his wings unfurled
Could stop a man’s heart, could speak truth to the world
Boy, boy this heaven’s on fire
Here comes the song of my tumbledown choir
Singing, ‘Good sailors drink the blood and eat the host’
And the lights in the sky are Martin Pale’s ghost
Boy, boy this heaven’s on fire
Here comes the song of my drunken old choir
Singing, ‘Good sailors drink the blood and eat the host’
And the lights in the sky are Martin Pale’s ghost
Young Johnny I've been keeping on a leash
But he knows what's going on – he’s been talking to the priest
And the hold’s humming to that graveyard sound
You should never raise up what you cannot put down
Boy, boy this heaven’s on fire
Here comes the song of my tumbledown choir
Singing, ‘Good sailors drink the blood and eat the host’
And the lights in the sky are Martin Pale’s ghost
Boy, boy this land’s on fire
Here comes the sound of my drunken old choir
Singing, ‘Good sailors drink the blood and eat the host’
And the lights in the sky are Martin Pale’s ghost
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024