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Bury Me Tomorrow

by THE DIRT

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1.
A queer smell hangs around the house tonight Embers lie cold in the grate I call your name, my own voice replies A silence like that cannot lie Once we were one and we’ll be one again In this life because there is no next You made me yours and now I’ll make you mine I was water you made me wine So I built this church from your bones And I worship there every day And this cloak I’m in I sewed from your skin And your flesh I made my own Love on love you shovelled love on love Love on love and love again You fanned the flames that burn me up You made me come and come again I loved you like a Christian loves his god Except that you were real There’s nothing in this world that you can’t see Or touch or taste or feel So I built this church from your bones And I worship there every day And this cloak I’m in I sewed from your skin And your flesh I made my own
2.
Our love is like a cold war I’m an eagle, you’re a bear You’re flying above mountains You’re getting in my hair Our love is like a cold war You’re an eagle, I’m a bear I’m flying over mountains I’m in the woods somewhere If your love’s a cold war Draw your chair up to the hearth Kick off your boots and feel the warmth If your love’s a cold cold war I’m a friend of midnight And I’m a friend of day I’m comfortable in darkness I’m sunshine all the way You’re a friend of midnight And you’re a friend of day I could meet you halfway But I don’t work that way If your love’s a cold war Draw your chair up to the hearth Kick off your boots and feel the warmth If your love’s a cold cold war Our love is like a cold war I’m the east and you’re the west You’re a happy peasant dancing You’re an uninvited guest Our love is like a cold war You’re the east and I’m the west I’ll climb the wall between us I’ll build you a nest If your love’s a cold war Draw your chair up to the hearth Kick off your boots and feel the warmth If your love’s a cold cold war
3.
You buried me alive on the beach when we were five You patted down the sand with your smooth innocent hands You left me there to burn as you splashed among the shallows My head could barely turn but I could see your sunshine halo I knew I could escape but I liked to be your prisoner I knew right from the start you had captured my heart Then when we were twelve you met Tom, he was thirteen He took you to the woods where he thought you’d not be seen I followed you on down past the stream and through the trees You looked me in the eye as he knelt between your knees Sarah, won’t you come live in this house that I built for you Give yourself to me and I will still love you tomorrow When we were sixteen the world left us alone together Our ties they bind us tight, blood is stronger than the weather She liked to keep me bound as she took her long slow pleasure She’d leave me there to burn but I learned to love my tethers Sister Sarah, won’t you come live in this house that I built for you Give yourself to me and I will still love you tomorrow Give yourself to me and you can bury me tomorrow You took yourself to town dressed up in your Sunday best And when you did return I saw grass stains on you dress I took up the axe I use for chopping wood and killing chickens I swung it violently and watched your blood slowly thicken I placed you in a grave in the woods and climbed beside you I pulled the earth over my face and thus died in your embrace I pulled the earth over my face and thus died in your embrace Sister Sarah, won’t you come live in this house that I built for you Give yourself to me and I will still love you tomorrow Give yourself to me and you can bury me tomorrow
4.
Last Train 03:02
I saw you in the street last night I hadn’t seen you for a while You looked straight through me I still smiled but inside I died Your photograph takes pride of place Up high upon my mantelpiece You look so cool in black and white Like time stood still I wish it had That night Dust settles on the picture frame and White turns to yellow coffee stain and I’m on the platform with you Waiting for the last train You left me before I could say The things I store inside my heart I keep them there I talk to you Up high upon my mantelpiece You’re still there Not going anywhere Dust settles on the picture frame and White turns to yellow coffee stain and I’m on the platform with you Waiting for the last train I’m on the platform with you Waiting for the last train
5.
I Saw You 01:57
I saw you walking by the river I saw you walking by the stream I saw you walking through a field of flowers And I saw you walking in my dreams I saw you sleeping in the station I saw you sleeping in the zoo I saw you sleeping in a black bin liner And I wanted to climb in there with you I saw you drowning in the ocean I saw you drowning in a bucket of beer I saw you drowning in your laughter I saw you drowning in my tears I saw you kissing other women I saw you kissing other guys I saw you kissing my baby sister And I saw you with your head between her thighs I saw you drowning in the ocean I saw you drowning in a bucket of beer I saw you drowning in your laughter I saw you drowning in my tears I saw you walking I saw you walking I saw you walking by the stream I saw you walking I saw you walking I saw you walking in my dreams
6.
Anne dear, you were my first But you were not my last For from you I kept no souvenir Not the blood that you spilled On the clothes that I burned Or the dance shoes that you held so dear I was named after saints but I won’t feel the pain Of the cross, just the rope on my neck It scratched and it burned As I twisted and turned And your face came to me one last time Mrs Marion Watt I despatched with one shot That was business not pleasure for me But young Vivienne you warmed To my worldly charm And took your last leave gracefully I was named after saints but I won’t feel the pain Of the cross, just the rope on my neck It scratched and it burned As I twisted and turned And your face came to me one last time Sergeant Muncie you came With your dark hints of blame But for you I’m too clever by half Glasgow trembled indoors As I took down four more But good Muncie you had the last laugh Yes my heart is black Tell the devil to stack More coals on his fire for me Fifty years to the day Since they sent me to sway But my name still lives in memory I was named after saints but I won’t feel the pain Of the cross, just the rope on my neck It scratched and it burned As I twisted and turned And your face came to me one last time Anne dear, you were my first But you were not my last For from you I kept no souvenir
7.
Take me for a long long walk and throw a stick for me Feed me scraps from your table and I will be happy I’m a dog and I would like to lay upon your bed I’ll sit by your grave for years long after I am dead Chain me to an outbuilding and leave me in the snow Kick me, beat and mistreat me but my love will grow I’m a dog and I would like to lay upon your bed I’ll sit by your grave for years long after I am dead I’m a dog and I would like to lay upon your bed I’ll sit by your grave for years long after I am dead
8.
You know the place where the silver birch grow There my lover sleeps in a blanket of snow Soon I shall slip ‘neath that blanket with you My lips on your lips, I whisper to you: Hold me while I’m growing cold With a knife in my hand and steel in my heart I caused my poor love this world to depart I followed you to where the dark waters flow And vigilant pike guard the bodies below I watched as you crushed her against weeping tree Your lips on her lips, I imagined twas me I touched myself as she came Whispering my lover’s name With a knife in my hand and steel in my heart I caused my poor love this world to depart With a knife in my hand and steel in my heart I laid my love low where the silver birch grow You lay with another now you’ll lay with me Some ill-starrèd lovers are parted, but we Shall share our dark bed til the worms have their way And turn us to earth, as I turn to say: Hold me while I’m growing cold I’ll hold your bones while you grow old With a knife in my hand and steel in my heart I cleaved my pale breast and this world did depart With a knife in my hand and steel in my heart I laid myself low where the silver birch grow I laid myself low where the silver birch grow
9.
Come St Lucie’s Day There’s a conference of crows And the rats in barn Hold a square dance below Lay down your tools Turn the stock down to low There’s a place to forget Yourself that I know You leave your liver in a jar by the door Hang your face on a peg With the chainmail you wore Sink one for St Lucie’s Day, The year’s midnight and me Sink one for St Lucie’s Day, The year’s midnight and me Study me well you who shall lovers be Draw your chair close, hear my tale of misery For my love is lost and these dead souls seem to laugh Compared with me who am their epitaph You leave your liver in the jar by the door Hang your face on the peg With the chainmail you wore Sink one for St Lucie’s Day, The year’s midnight and me Sink one for St Lucie’s Day, The year’s midnight and me
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11.
Flowers 04:07
I watched You walk Through the rain Sun came You said There could Never be Something Between you and me we’ll see There is nothing between us But six feet of earth Flowers surround you And I, I know my worth Flowers surround you And I, I know my worth

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"Stripped-bare acoustic folk and country songs, served with a solid dose of gothic scare-mongering...Embrace the darkness" - Americana-UK

****1/2 Maverick magazine

“Bury Me Tomorrow is a gloomy triumph of underground folk and country music that is a must listen.”
Nick ‘El Demento’ Dement, KAOS Radio, Austin, Texas

**** The List

“If you like your americana with a little shot of gothic puissance, The Dirt are the act for you.”
Stuart Baillie, BBC Radio Ulster

****- Daily Record

Released on BIG ROCK CANDY RECORDS

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released December 1, 2010

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THE DIRT Glasgow

THE DIRT are a gothic country three-piece based in Glasgow, Scotland.

“Scotland's finest purveyors of gothic country gloom.”
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“Bury Me Tomorrow is a gloomy triumph of underground folk and country music that is a must listen.”
Nick ‘El Demento’ Dement, KAOS Radio, TX
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