She had the makeup on thick, heating up a club on park avenue. It was a friday night, she was running the show, when pain came drifting through.
It was digging deeper, she gave it a home, why? nobody knows. Tumbling her over, the weeds were strong, shaking down her big windows.
She had a ball with the devil, iron and confused, bleeding to the bone, avoided and exploited, sucking in all the poison, turning into stone.
He took it all so quick, she was singing with his horns a blowin’, she had dust in her eyes, she was falling apart praying God, start moving.
Waking up out of a dream, head on a pillow all tied up in knots, where did she fall?
Now she’s free from man, God made her out of images of no other one. On wounded knees, kneeling down to pray “faith has given grace to everyone”.
Tele Novella continue their mystical journey to the heart of lovelorn country & western on their upcoming Kill Rock Stars full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 29, 2023