11.08.2014

Complete Dege Legg Lyrics to Santeria's House of the Dying Sun Album

HOUSE OF THE DYING SUN, SANTERIA (2002)

  

All lyrics by Dege Legg Music by Dege Legg/Santeria

   Copyright 2002 / BMI

HIGH & RISING

(Freed after) 30 days in the Parish
I’m locked down on some bullshit.
Sleep all day, smoke like a train
Burning in the searchlights.

Come sing me to sleep
So I can close me eyes, just dreaming.
It’s happy hour at the suicide watch
But I’m gonna climb the sky and see if…

                  The lord above don’t like my kind.                 
                  The devil wants a free ride.
                  I’m fucked up and hanging by a thin line
                  And sending out a bad vibe.
                 
                  I’m a Gemini
                  High and rising.
                  Ride the highs in. (Ride the hyacinth)
                  Rising.
                  High and rising.

Waltz a shadow down the street
Then I’m heading up the road.
Burning the oleander trees
Up into the moonlight.
Pigs ain’t got nothing on me
Yet the clear blue sky is screaming.
I ain’t going stag off lover’s leap.
I’m gonna climb the sky and see if…

                  The lord above don’t like my kind.
                  The devil wants a free ride. (The Kubla Kahn’s just an alibi)
                  I’m fucked up and hanging by a thin line.
                  And the truth is just a damn lie.

I’m never coming
Never coming
Never coming down.

 

DEATHTRIP

Come on
Take me on a death trip
So I can crawl away from here.
The cops on the corner,
Looking for a blood donor,
Who’s jumping off the top
Of the bridge-way.
You got a gold choke chain
Wrapped around your main vein.
Nothing gonna kill it but time.
The city’s so cold.
Got me digging a hole.
Hope your love is as pure as mine.

Take me on a death trip
So I can ride away from here.
I’m hitching to Pomona,
Looking for phone number,
That’s burning in a hole in Bombay.
I could be blown away
A drive by or a day dream.
Scream down Echo Canyon.
My fate’s been sold and it’s so cold
You’re my savior and companion.

                  Write your suicide note
                  On my palm and sign it.
                  The stars are all out
                  And they know we’re coming.
                  Our hearts, so pure,
                  But my minded is loaded.                 
                  This crooked ass town
                  Don’t even want us.

                  So take me, come on take me.
                  You’ve got to show me what you got
                  If we’re jumping off the edge of the world
                  At the end of the night.

                  Come take me, dare you to take me
                  On a death trip through your heart.
                  You’re my angel dressed in rags
                  Coming down from above. (And I’m gonna fall)


DADDY’S LITTLE BAD GIRL

Jackie ain’t been the same
Since she got back.
Now I gotta hear about all of the things
That she couldn’t have.

But old Hollywood don’t wanna bring
A dead dream back.
So she goes where the little girls go
When they’re bad.

          Do you know if they’re bad?
          Don’t be bad.
          Daddy’s Little Bad Girl.
          Daddy’s Little Bad Girl.
          Don’t be bad.

If you’re good you get to heaven
If not they lay you on the racks.
Or in the motels singing to clich├ęs
On the tape deck.
And all the little boys
Turn into men and bureaucrats.
And then they ask me,
Where the little girls go when they’re bad?

          But the Frown Clown Man
          Is just up the way.
          Got something he wants you to see.
          So go on give it away.

          Yeah the Frown Clown Man
          He knows where you stay.
          Got something to you he wanna say.
          So go on give it away.

          Give it away.
          Go on give it away.
          You can give it away…


WRONG END OF THE DAY

Lay down in the morning
Rise up on the wrong end of the day.
Sleeping in an empty room.
A million walls, they all the same.

Carolina black night moan
Like an earth bound train.
Where the old mad men roam.
Sometimes they go astray.

                  Down on the wrong end.
                  Down on the wrong end of the day.

Lay down in the morning.
Rise up on the wrong end of the day.
Cotton and the railroad dawn.
Woman and a Choctaw baby.

Shadows of the endless sun.
Like an earth bound train.
Shadows of the empty moon
Like a mountain about to break

                  Down on the wrong end.
                  Say you’re never crawling…down.

                  Down along the wrong end of the day.


LAREDO

The last train out Laredo leaves today.
And I’m gonna catch its spine.
The last train for Laredo, hear what I say.
Ain’t gonna let it ride without me.

                 
Don’t ride without me
                  Don’t ride without me
And the train goes….
     “How, How, how-how, how”

Yeh, the hippies chase the morning,
They like to dream, but I can’t take no sides.
Cuz the evil talks to junkies just like to saints.
And I can’t let them ride without me.

                  Leaving on a train
                  Leaving on an old train
                  Leaving on an old train
    To Nuevo Laredo.

Leaving on a train
Leaving on an old train
                  Leaving on an old train
                      To a new Laredo.

 

HELL BENT WOMAN

Buy you new shoes
But you don’t want to dance.
Rather smile at every fool
That looks at your ass.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I got to leave you alone.
The kinda hell bent woman
My momma warned me about.

Spend all my money
And then you wrecked my cars.
Flirting with all my friends
Like they are movie stars.
I got to get away from you soon.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I can’t do nothing for you.

Pocket full of pawn tickets
Nose full of coke.
You think it’s funny
But it ain’t no joke.
I got to move on down
The mother-scratching road.
Cause you’re a hell bent woman
I can’t do nothing for you.

Halfway out of Memphis
That’s were she’s from.
Look in the mirror
And here she comes.
I’m gonna scream hell bent woman
Into the sun.
Cause youz a hell bent woman
I got to leave your ass alone.


MAIN MAN (Theme from “The Drifter”)

The dead sun burnt my brain black,
But I’m not a martyr nor am I a slug.

You want love, lay down on the train tracks.
Lower your eyes and quarry the morning star.

You better call out for your main man,
Who forgets your name but knows your face
…from somewhere.

                Who is your main man?
                Who is your main man?
                Who is your main man?
                  Now that you’ve opened up your eyes,
                  And let your innocence die with mine.

My little baby wants love.
She’s coming at me like a train wreck.
Will they chalk our silhouettes
Into the morning sidewalk?

You’re better crawl,
Or lay down on the train tracks
Lower your eyes,
And quarry the morning star.

You better call out for your main man
Who forgets your name but knows your face
…from somewhere.

                  Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
                Who is your main man?
                Now that The Drifter’s got to ride
                  And the endless night calls.

Gina pulls my hair just like a kitten
That wants to play or mine
A new track upon an old vein
On the Highway Beyond.

Rebecca slits her wrist.
Reed on a fiddle with dead strings.
Sometimes we’re silly, sometimes we’re hungry
On the Highway Beyond.
Beyond, beyond, beyond.
                  Such a long way down, we’re falling…

 

MORNING FALL

It’s a 100 miles of graves.
There’s a sheet
And the ghost of a slave.
My old man left us
Back down the way.
Let the morning fall.

My luck ain’t bound to change none.
I been pissing down the wishing well
And now everybody knows
There ain’t nothing to gain there this time
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning…

So you’re a man’s man
From No Man’s Land.
Roaching tokes and choking on the fire.
You begin where most end,
But you’re already spent inside.
Let the morning fall.

It’s all bone on bone to the night’s end.
Throw another earth-moving machine on the fire.
Just a stone’s throw from the side of the asylum.
Can’t be waiting round…here to die.
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning…

Let the Good Lord save me…

Right now…I got to run off
To where the blood runs.
Fade out.
I’m gonna cut the tongue
Out of my mouth.
Roll down.
10,000 miles from my home.
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Hanging on with
The Killers & Whores (of Maw and Paw’s Waltz)
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Fade out.
I’m gonna fade out…
I’m just gonna fade out…


STRUNG OUT ON A DREAM

The wind is just a whisper,
A promise about to break.
The past I can’t remember,
But there ain’t nothing there left to gain.

                  Guess I got to find a way
To make some money soon.
                  I’ve been staking claims
In dirty motel rooms.
                  Strung out on a dream
In the ghetto of heaven.

It’s just a stone’s throw
Between the Madhouse
And the Mansion up the street.
And enough trouble in the space between them
To put a grown man to his knees


Perfection’s an addiction
That I ain’t got time to play.
I’m broke and out here stranded
Trying to kick a dream

All strung out on a dream


 CAIN’S WAY

Pass me the smelling salt.
Come cure these crooked bones.
Ain’t slept in four days,
The night lights are playing ping-pong.
Might climb the Wailing Wall
And got to come down full holes.
Can’t stop hearing cops and peeping
Out the windows.

                  At Cain’s Way & Molotov St.
                  It’s easy, getting off.
                  Warm up the EKG.
                  Abstract the mutations (caressed by temptation).
                  S.O.S. We’re AWOL
                  Meat and bone ghosts
                  On the TV screen.

Cigarette insomnia
In the Motel Tilt-A-Whirl
Like streaked 8mm reels
Of soot filled air.
Watch it haunt the haunted
And crip the crippled even more
Man, I’ve seen’em paralyzed
From the waist down and the chest up…

                  Out of this lonely, dead-end abandon
                  I got a feeling that there ain’t much
                  More to come and pull you from the past
                  You’re thinking you’re done,
                  Then we go back again
                  Safe inside the moment.
                  There ain’t no right or wrong between us
                  When you’re safe inside of
                  Cain’s Place on Molotov St.

                  Up and down the road, man.
                  She knows where to go
                  Down the street to Cain’s Place,
                  But I’m already there.
                        I’m already dead

                  Shove it and roll it.
                  There’s one in the chamber.
                  Ain’t got no fear where it stops.
                  Cuz you’re always looking for answer,
                  Digging through a sack of trash
                  Where none’s ever been.
                  But you’re safe inside the moment.
                There ain’t no right or wrong between us.
                When you’re safe inside of
                Cain’s Place on Molotov St.
       

ZIXOX

All you little girls, man
They like to play
Little death games
Along the way.

Then they come running back
On their knees, saying,
“There’s nowhere left where
  I’m safe.”

But they’re little dead hearts,
They ain’t afraid,
Still burning a prayer
Up in the scarecrow’s face.

From Zixox to the Judas tree,
We’ve lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast…now
When you’re crawling floors
                  And calling the Lord
                  From the Slaughter House.

All the little toy soldiers
Like to play
Little death games
Along the way.

Shepherding angels
Through the stockades.
Selling them faces
And an ounce of grace.

It’s all prisons
Of paper mache’
Crumbling ‘neath
The pounding rain.

I’ve seen snakes up in the Judas Tree
We’ve lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast, down,
When you’re crawling the floors
And calling the Lord, Lord, Lord
  From the Slaughter House.

                  When you lay down on Zixox Ridge
                  All you thought was sacred then
                  Now don’t mean shit.
                  Is there a heaven in the night sky
                  Where the moon sits?
                  So many killers on the street, tonight
                  Just wandering around here…

                  I’ll shoot a hole in the night’s roof
                  Where the moon sits.
                  Is there a heaven on the other side?
Can I get in?
                  I’ll crawl through a hole
In the night’s roof
                  Where the dead men live.
                  There’s so many killers on the streets tonight
                  Just wandering around….here.

                  (OUTRO)

                  If you need a whore
                  To wash feet
                  I think I know how.
                  I feared no evil then
                  But I fear it now.

                  And if you need a thief
                  To sweep floors
                  I think I know how.
                  I feared no evil then
                  But I fear it now…