The kind of lyrics thatl pop into my head on a depressing dark snowy afternoon in the middle of a pandemic.
Played on a homemade 2 string electric cigaar box bass.
Voices
I hear these voices in my head
Hear these voices all the time
Got these voices in my head
Voices talking all the time
Devil’s daughter comes a-Calling
Calling like it’s a telephone line
Like it’ a telephone line
Says she wants to take me out to dinner
With fancy drinks and sweet cocaine
Promises to take me out to dinner
With fancy drinks and sweet cocaine
Wants me for her demon lover
Loving just her all of the time
Just loving her all of the time
I still hear the other voices
But only her words do I understand
Louder than the other voices
Her words alone do I understand
Other voices grow silent when she speaks
Only hers do I understand
Says I can be her sweet sugar daddy
That I can love her all of the time
Promises I can be her sweet daddy
Tells me I can love her all of the time
Other voices warn me of her danger
Devils daughter is the ruination of mankind
Her kind of love is the ruination of mankind
BRIDGE
I wish one of my voices was Jesus
Sweet Jesus telling me what to do
If one of my voices was Jesus
Then I would know what to do
No more being tired and lonely
With only the devil’s daughter at my side
With only the devil’s daughter at my side
@neuflex Feb 2022
This is extremely cool. The anxiety is tangible. Kind of reminds me of Shellac.
@crutherford Feb 2022
haunting anxious minimalism. i love it chris! my favourite part is:
I still hear the other voices
But only her words do I understand
Louder than the other voices
Her words alone do I understand
Other voices grow silent when she speaks
Only hers do I understand