11.08.2014

Complete Lyrics to Santeria's Year of the Knife Album (2008)



  1. Come On, baby
  2. Leave Something Witchy
  3. You Got What I Need
  4. Haunted Heart/Haunted Dub
  5. Sold My Soul
  6. Nowhere To Go
  7. Right Thing Can’t Go Wrong
  8. Hwy To The Morning Star
  9. Mexico
  10. Year of The Knife
  11. House of The Dying Sun

Lyrics: Dege Legg
Music: Dege Legg & Santeria
BMI Publishing / copyright 2008



Can You Dream? 

Can you see Bombay
From here?
Can you see what I see?
Under the God Towers of Eden.
Can you dream like I dream?

Can you see the Dead Sea
From here?
Can you see what I see?
Rome’s oldest ghosts walking the kingdom?
Can you dream like I dream?

Like I dream…
Like I dream…
Like I dream…

 

Come On, Baby

Come on, baby
With your sad song
Did your daddy beat you?
Like a bad dog?
Or a just god?
Sometimes it’s that way.

Come on, Junior
What you crying for?
The last I saw
You were owning the world
Like a line throughout history
Watch it fall to the floor

            Search for meaning
In a place where there is none
            You might never know
            I was burned out, maybe
            Long before you ever came round
            Just like my old man before
            And his once more
            Who we trying to fool, babe?
            Come On.

Come on, Baby.
What you fussing for?
Some petty way
Or some other flaw?
I love you. I need you
But we’re saints no more


Come on, Poppa
What you worrying for?
The end of the world
Or just another war?
Another war
Another war



Leave Something Witchy

We will tangle in the vine.
We will sell our secrets cheap.
We will set our course blind.
Upon this ancient sleep afire.

One and one is one
Is all you need.
None is none is none
Is all you believe

One and one.

And one is all you need, need, need enough.
And one is all I believe.
Believe in none.
In none.
In one.

Flesh to flesh and iron.
Bred into the wheels turning.
Stranger things afire.
A kingdom in a cage rung in wire.



You Got What I Need

Like a jailhouse chump that's punked
You’re hung out there to dry
And you're wondering if I'm gonna
Ever make up my mind.

I could be leaving town at daybreak
Maybe I'll be back another time.
If there ain't nothing here to save me,
Don't want to live until I've died.
And my last chance
Has come and gone, I'll know that...

          You got what I need
          When I don't know what I want.

Yeh, your lips have been burned
Chasing clowns and painted smiles.
And you're hurdy-gurdy heart
It ain’t never satisfied.

I heard they're giving love away, now
Don't like you've never been desperate
When I've been desperate for such a long time.

Got a pocket full of Jokers
Going way too fast
Women talking babies and rings
But I'm broke.
A little bit of ass, that's what they want
Stagging down my rollo.
But I don’t know…

All the angels want a savior
When the Devil needs a bride.
You're taking candy off of strangers.
I'll be a stranger for you tonight.
Don't act like you've never been desperate
When I've been desperate for such a long time.



Haunted Heart

Good night to masquerades
And whispers in the dark.
Why would you want to save me?
I’m already gone.
Last of the long-shot burnouts
Racing for tomorrow.
It’s my last chance before
   The murder of the dawn
   And my haunted heart.

Tonight the stars parade
Brighter than before.
Tell Jeezo not to save me
I’m already gone
Last of the long-shot burnouts
Racing for tomorrow
   It’s my last chance
   Before the murder of the dawn
   And my haunted heart.           

In our time, we have set forth
And put fire to flame,
Flame to flower
And flower back again to flame.
Singing from the gutters like wooden pews
Wandering valleys and dreaming of empty rooms.
Masturbating to jungle sounds, consumed.
Versed in a language
That only assassins use.

Haunted heart.
In our time we have set forth,
Put fire to flame.
Flame to flower
And flower back again to flame.
Flame to flower
And flower back again to flame.

Haunted Dub

Why would you want to save me?
I’m already gone.
Haunted heart.
Brighter than before.
Brighter than before.
Why would you want to…save me?
I’m already gone.
Racing for tomorrow.
Why would you want to save me?
I’m already gone.


Sold My Soul (for nothing)
Sold my soul for nothing, man.
Can you dig the scene?
Sold your soul for something bad
What all does it mean?

You saying, Right on, Right on, Right on…you say
Right on, you’re free.
Rich kids to punks and vagrants
Loners and freaks.
But I sold my soul for nothing, man
Just to keep the wheel around and rolling

I sold my soul
Sold my soul for nothing

 

Bought and sold in the wasteland
Hocked and locked in the street

Coming up on the hate-return
Hear no evil to speak.

Right on/Right on you say
Deadmen to punks wasted
Loners and freaks.
But I sold my soul for nothing
Just to keep the wheels round and rolling.

You wanna find out.
You wanna get down.

Selling my soul for nothing

Selling my soul for nothing



Nowhere to Go

Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be found out.
All these little empty streets
Stretch to the ends of the world.
But there’s nowhere to go
Nowhere to be found out.
No, there’s nowhere to go
Nowhere to be.
So we’re just smelling smoke
And looking for the fire.

Nowhere to crawl
Except to be put away.
We’re sinking thru the streets
Falling off the face of the world
But there’s nowhere to go.
Nowhere to be found out.
You got nowhere to go.
I’ve got nowhere to be.
Just smelling smoke
And looking for the fire

Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to be.

Like a fire on the ocean.
Watching the cities burn.
Watching the world fall.
Watching the world burn.

With nowhere to go.
And nowhere to be.


Right Thing Can’t Go Wrong

Hey, Big Momma, where you goin?
Running somewhere—I might not wanna know.
Hey Big Momma, why you want to leave me alone?
Your other man is calling
But my right thing can’t go wrong.
No, it can’t go wrong.

Did my drinking—had to put it down
Had to pick it up again when things didn’t come around.
Heard my child, crying straight to the Lord.
The Devil got you worried
But my right thing can’t go wrong.
Can’t go wrong.

May take year or be a matter of days.
Could be a lifetime, slaving it away.
Down here in the badlands,
You only last for so long.
It’s been a long time coming
But my right thing cannot go wrong.
No, it can’t go wrong.

Hey Big Momma, where you going?
Running somewhere I might not wanna know.
Hey Big Momma, might have to let you tag along.
Well, it’s been a long time coming
And my right thing can’t go wrong.
No, it can’t go wrong.



HWY to the Morning Star

Lonesome child
Caged in heaven’s arms
The soft earth cuts a dark row.
When I touch do you feel?
How should I know?

Highway to the Morning Star

Flesh to flesh and briar
The thorned lips round your heart
The plow blade cuts the earth-row
How’s love feel?
How should I know?

(On the) Highway to the Morning Star

Flat-reel of old spinning yarn.
Twixt cotton fields & burning barns.
What God cannot heal, we must move on.
Give to the Highway of the Morning Star.
Give to the Highway of the Morning Star.



Mexico

You were a killer down in Mexico,
Watching John the Baptist drown
With the Angel of Guadalupe
Whispering in your ear
All the lonesome songs the hopeless sing.
A crown of thorns in her mouth.
You were sinking fast, you were fixed & free
And holier than thou.

Like a ghost on a sinking ship
An eternity from land
With your Houdini Scholarship Ticket
Tossed over the rail.
You were warned like the rest of us
You was born to be had.
You were Jesse James in the mirror.
You were sad like a lamb.

            And all the saviors
In the Market Place
            Were looking for an out.
            Cuz when you burn a trail
            To the Promised Land
            Might have to lay your body down
            In Old Mexico

We were busted ‘fore they hit the door
You were lost and I was damned.
You cursing the day I was born.
And I was learning to laugh.
All the bent spokes of wheels, broke.
The walls around us slammed.
The cuffs for coke, the weed just smoke.
Born on the Day of the Dead.

In old Mexico.



Year of the Knife

Lay your body down.
Come crawl beneath the dirty sky.
It is the year of the knife
And the knife has no loyalties.
They’ll take our women as their wives
In secret and in royalty.
We must kill them to survive
To live and love eternally.
Who knows what we’ll find?
The fear no longer haunts me.

Under the last of the Anunnaki Kings & Cowboys.

Where the winter’s made of ash
And ash from the color grey.
Surveying the new arrivals
And feeling the pulse of the rain.
Old smoke & bones
Haunting the cloaked pages of the Bible.
Ask Doyle, he knows.
Sweat and sin
Been dogging him for miles.
A gutted moan.
Some chiseled stone.
A law that been broke like bread
Between two lovers in exile.
I saw my angel fall.
Picked her from the wrist.
Cleaned her dirty dress.
All the salt was stone
And pillared bone
As we turned our gaze back
To the fire…

There is no time to cry
For this is the Year of the Knife.



House of the Dying Sun

When the morning breaks
And the grey dawn falls
Will my old man wake up ‘neath
The dying sun?

I watch the temples shake
Mansions to slums.
Hear the killer sing you to sleep
As the ashes fall.

They say it’s written in blood.
It been chipped in stone.
Say the cities gone sink beneath
Fire and flood.

Well, some wear crowns of thorns.
Others of golden wire.
Some of them want to see you live
Others will help you die.

If your faith ain’t strong.
House of the Dying Sun.
House of the Dying Sun.

There is the Astral Jehovah,
Prophet and bastard heir.
Just an orphan in this place
For 33 years.

Come crucify the body to the Powerline Poles.
On the boulevard tonight
He will hang like a scarecrow
And sing…

            No love, no love.
            Is there no love among you desperate men?
   No love, no love
   In the house of the dying sun.

I’ve come to seek asylum
Mutate in the gene pool.
Drop my dead dreams
Down in the earth’s soil.
Come crucify the body to the powerline poles.
On the boulevard tonight, gonna hang like a scarecrow.
And sing…

(chants)
Bomaye.
Is there no love?
In the House of the Dying Sun.






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