A SOUTHERN HORROR, 2010

Black Tambourine

 

City sweat rains on a cold damp street

Crooked fuzz on a dead end beat

No jive no spring  much less talk

Hotter than a minute burning like a rock

 

Shake that thing

Make it obscene

Shake that thing

My black tambourine

 

What good is the game if you can’t keep score

Cheap or high dollar a whore is a whore

Ain’t it a bitch I ain’t the only one

that gets inside you like a skeleton

 

Shake that thing

Make it obscene

Shake that thing

My black tambourine

 

Story’s told when you were just a girl

About the devils red skin and thick hard tail

When you look at me do you see red?

Is it sex or satanic that makes you spread

 

Shake that thing

Make it obscene

Shake that thing

My black tambourine

 

Bite my lip or you can blow my nose

Is that blood on the sheet or a heavy load?

Cuss the bus for calling you black

When you were the one that dug nails in its back

 

Javi Garcia: lead vocals, electric rhythm guitar, electric lead guitar
Todd Laningham: electric lead guitar
Ron D’argenio: grand piano
Robert Gutierrez: saxaphone
Dave Yelacic: electric bass
Chris Compton: drums