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Black Wings
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Lyrically weird song about sin.
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Rob plays things with strings and makes sounds with his voice. Eshinee plays things she can hit with her hands and sings. They both write songs, inspired by eve
Misses and Mystery is the songwriting/performing partnership of Rob Veith (vocals, guitar, bass, and programming) and Eshinee Smallwood (vocals, percussion, and keyboards). They have performed together as part of other bands and have released three albums independently. Diverse in their musical influences and erudite in their songwriting, a typical Misses and Mystery album features a mix of traditional folk, psychedelic rock, and jazzy improvisation.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
#2,612 in subgenre Peak #30
Charts
Peak #3,110
Author
Rob Veith
Rights
2002
Uploaded
February 07, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:08
Story behind the song
Tom Waits has a song called Black Wing and Joni Mitchell has a song called Black Wings. I wrote this a few days after 9/11, but to say it's purely a response to that event wouldn't be accurate.
Lyrics
Left the crossroads, walked the rail in desert lands, hell-hound trails shedding layered layers of skin like a serpent, or an onion. Suspicion: there's nothing deep inside— a snake-oil soul, almost alive, walking days, walk in sin another step from the garden. Oh, black wing Oh, black wings. Away from my home and land, became as drugged and cannot stand hearing voices spouting verse— a savior's name used as a curse. Paraphrase: propaganda from the pews (but who stood by those who'd been accused?) Waking days, walk in sin, another step from the garden. Oh black wing. Oh black wings. One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy. Five for silver, six for gold. Seven for a story. Seven for a story. It's been too long without rain, throwing bones for laying blame. Lay the stones, kill the cow. Find out who's not praying now. History: Jezebel on the throne and Elijah stands there all alone: waking days, walk in sin, another step from the garden. Oh black wing. Oh black wings.
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