LYRICS

Dark Americana: Stories and Songs

RISE AND FALL

Stuart Pearson

People live in the rise and fall

People live through the rise and fall.

Beat them down, break their bones,

They’ve seen it all.

Cause they’ve lived through the rise and fall.

 

People pray in the church of pain.

People pray in the church of pain.

They raise their hands,

And rebuke the sins they’ve made,

When they pray in the church of pain.

 

People die from the rise and fall

People die from the rise and fall.

They lay them down,

In the bosom of the All,

When they die from the rise and fall.

I SPOKE TO THE DEVIL ABOUT YOU

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

I spoke to the devil about you

I spoke to the devil about you

I spoke to the devil about you

He told me of your secret sin

Of All the guilt you hold within

He sees beneath your soft skin…

Now I know... 'cause I spoke to the devil about you.

He didn’t want it another way,

He didn’t want it another way

There’s nothing left that I could say

He didn’t want it another way.

 

I tried to protest, tried to run

I tried to throw away the gun

But he just wanted some fun...

I don’t know… just spoke to the devil about you

I spoke to the devil about you

 

He hissed it softly in my ear

Told me I had nothing to fear

Next thing I knew I stood here.

Don’t know how… but I spoke to the devil about you

 

He said to watch you as you die

He said to watch you as you die

See the blackness in your eyes

Put an end to all your lies

 

When you see him say I said hello

Give me a wink when you get below

I’ll catch you both when I go

 Now you know... I spoke to the devil about you

I spoke to the devil about you

I spoke to the devil about you

THEN SHE'S GONE

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

She will make you swoon in your motel room,

She’s the secret that you won’t tell

 

You don’t know her name, she’s in every vein

Till she takes you to sweet hell,  then she’s gone

 

It’s a hot affair, see her everywhere

It’s not lust but obsession

 

The one you can’t ignore, she’s your favorite score

But the soul of discretion

Then she gone.

 

If you’re lost, she’s found, she will drag you down,

Can’t resist her seduction

 

That faint whiff of sin, let the darkness in,

That delicious destruction.

 

Trapped with no escape, in her tight embrace

Searching for some restitution

 

See the gloating smile, know you’ll stay awhile

Beyond any absolution, Then She’s Gone.


 

IS IT STILL THE SAME

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

Help me to my dressing gown and help me to my feet

Take me to the kitchen there might be something to eat

I haven’t been outside for maybe six or seven weeks

Tell me, is it still the same?

 

Look inside the cupboard you might find some bread in there

You look sort of familiar- tho I remember darker hair

It’s getting pretty cold in here but I just don’t seem to care

Tell me- is it still the same?

 

Can you tell me what the hell is happening out there?

Mostly I stay in my bed or sometimes in my chair

I’m aIways terrified but won’t succumb to my despair

Just tell me, is it still the same?

 

I’ve hidden here inside my house since everything went wrong

I hope things can be sorted out and it won’t take too long

  I don’t know how much time I have, I’ve never been too strong

But tell me--is it still the same?

 

I hope that nothing happens to a handsome man like you

You look a lot like my first son when he was 22

I wish I could come with you but there’s nothing I can do

Tell me--is it still the same?

Just tell me..is it still the same?

THE PERFECT STORM

Stuart Pearson

I had a dream about you as the sky burst into flame.

We boarded all the doors and windows.

The ground below us opened to a pit that glowed blood red

you laughed and said "jump in - that's where the sin goes".

There's no alms to give the poor, 

there's no calm to give the scorned

No tally for the gifts you gave in shame

I'd lie to give you faith,

but I never learned that trade 

It was the Perfect Storm that blew my love away.

 

The scarecrows bore poor witness to a future birthed in stone

The ground belched colder with each shovel's bite.

The winds slurred with a sailor’s tongue
Kissed by a knucklebone,

The soot grew blacker in that crow filled night.

All the cradles in distress

Every face was uncaressed

The benevolent and righteous left maligned.

I knew you when you cried

The finest moment of that night

It was the Perfect Storm that left my love behind.

 

Every soul stared into space

Yearning for that better place.

They licked the juice that life spilled on its shoe.

The craters in your eyes

The feel of joy that I despise

It was the Perfect Storm that took my love from you.

 

Spiders start your spinning put your heart into your craft

Prepare to be desire's final doctor.

I'll find my needed tenderness inside a steel shaft

Abiding in the strong arms of my proctors.

 

There's no song upon the hills

There's no river running still.

I prayed and prayed to reach this state of mind

Grayed moments dropped away

leaving nothing left to say

It was the Perfect Storm that left my love behind.

THE LAST CAB OUT OF VEGAS

Stuart Pearson

The heat makes everything wavy,

that kicks up dust from the road,

And as the sky turns from orange to brown to black,

it feels a long way from home.

I never did the math, I never took the path,

That leads to logical turns.

You say it’s the last cab, the last cab out of Vegas.

 

There’s something big on the rooftop.

The moon’s a sad silhouette.

And every breeze is a teenager’s dare to go alone,

Where the dark won’t forget.

It’s inescapable, and I’m not capable,

Of saying “no” when I should,

And this is the last cab, the last cab out of Vegas.

 

Every sound is an echo,             
Every light floats so slow away,

they’re blown away,         
Like leaves into the night.

I GAVE HER COAL

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

She wanted something I could not be,

She wanted more than just the finest out of me.

She wanted rubies ,  it took its toll

She wanted diamonds, I gave her coal

I gave her coal, I gave her coal

She wanted diamonds, I gave her coal

 

She wanted something I couldn’t give,

She wanted lifetimes but she wouldn’t let me live

She wanted silver, she wanted gold.

She wanted diamonds, I gave her coal

I gave her coal, I gave her coal

She wanted diamonds, I gave her coal

 

She wanted something I didn’t have,  

She wanted stable but she wound up on a slab

She wanted endless - have and to hold

A warm forever, I made her cold.

I gave her coal, I gave her coal

She wanted diamonds, but I gave her coal

 

DEMON ROAD

Stuart Pearson

There are stories

Way past midnight

Where the road ends

Where no one goes.

Is the wind blowing leaves around

Or something more alone?

Twirling to the howling waltz of the unknown.

 

There are angels

That danced with devils

In a roadhouse

The desert swallowed whole.

The walls are grey and crumbling,

Where the sex and violence flowed

From the woeful hitching rides on Demon Road.

 

There are markers

Maybe gravesites

Maybe tributes

To troubled heavy loads.

Police won’t answer calls there

And doges won’t chase the crows.

Where the pavement ends, begins that Demon Road.

PASS THE BOTTLE

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

Pass the bottle back to me

You poor boy, you look half dead

You know it’s very harazdous

To try to flee before your case is pled.

Pass the bottle back to me

I hear you don’t like whiskey no more

After all the ghosts of all the damned

Started hanging outside your door.

 

The verdict’s on the books,

The grave’s already dug,

Your body’s leaning on the brink.

Life just passes by,

In the blinking of an eye

There’s nothing left to do buy drink.

 

Deny it all you want

Escape is not a choice

You heard the clanging of the gate.

Every man’s a pebble

And every woman grist

When the grindstone starts to grate.

 

Pass the bottle back to me

Won’t you let another man have a turn?

There’s no point in holding nothing back

When your bridges have all been burned.

Pass the bottle back to me

You can whimper and you can plead.

But there ain’t no place that you can hide,

When the devils at last are freed.

THE RAIN'S NOT TRAVELING ALONE

Stuart Pearson

I can hear each raindrop,

Banging on the tin roof,

Singing every saddest song.

But you won’t hear a solution,

Just another memory,

‘Cause the rain’s not traveling alone.

 

I can hear old crying,

like a harmony,

With new faces I blame it on.

And I guess I’m on a pony, running faster than me,

‘Cause the rain’s not traveling alone.

 

The rain’s not traveling alone,

The rain’s not traveling alone.

You can threaten and pray but it will return someday,

The rain’s not traveling alone.

 

I can raise my wishes to a higher place,

Swearing I won’t repeat my wrongs.

But that ghost of every retreat

Just sits and rattles his chains,

And says “the rain’s not traveling alone”.

 

Every fleshy second,

Every breathing hour,

Comes another test of hope.

So I’ll button up my jacket

And I’ll cover my ears.

‘Cause the rain’s not traveling alone.

DOWN IN THE HOLE

Stuart Pearson / Hunter Lowry

Enter the hangman

The law is just

My bones are gravel

My soul is dust

No time for protest, the wind blows cold

As I go down down down

down in the hole

down in the hole,

down in the hole,

down in the hole.

 

A thousand ravens make up my coat

A viper’s tongue lies inside my throat

My blood is sawdust, my heart is coal

As I go down down down

down in the hole 

down in the hole,

down in the hole,

down in the hole.

 

And I go down down down,

down in the hole,

down in the hole

down in the hole

down in the hole

 

You can’t erase me, I leave a stain

Bone deep tattoo of your grief and pain

You burn my body  but I remain

And you go down down down

down in the hole,

down in the hole

Yes you go down down down

down in the hole,

down in the hole

down in the hole.

All performances by Stuart Pearson

All songs

(c) 2020 Hollywood Trax Music

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