The 5th Brook Pridemore album, on high-quality, virgin vinyl.
Includes unlimited streaming of Brook Pridemore's Gory Details
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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edition of 250
Heavy, like a package bomb. Piece-by-piece retorter, turn my back to the sun, while the second hand comes round the victory lap, Brother Comfort in my tap, turning blood into blood, and I'm standing out back in the yard (it's not that hard). For a while, it's alright, laughing like a fool, all night. But, my life's in arrears, Barleycorn is in my ear, saying, "Listen up, tight, to Brother Wilson, in the light. Do what he says, you'll survive. If you don't, I'm like a poison dart straight through your heart." And when the sun pierced my eye, I was stranded in the back of a car, trying to run, run away from a legion of implacable scars. But, they're deep in my chest, so I run from all the rest of my friends and my girl, and my family is worried, cause I hit 'em like a bomb, shiny people and I'm gone to the next blank page, where a dozen people know my name, but not why I came. And, with my brain like a sponge, both hands are tied tight to the wheel. I kiss my palm, touch the roof, pray to provenance for something real. Feel my chest getting tight, shaking like a leaf, all night. When the morning bell comes, I am nowhere near to done. Sleep is peace for the weak, but the company I keep spends their days underground, when I make the I Need Help sound no one's to be found. Heavy like a loaded gun, something in a movie, shooting sparks out the end, I am lost without a friend. In my shuttered up life, find me fighting for the right to draw it in, push it out, I am stranded, homeless, broke and alone. I pick up the phone. And, when the man took my hand, the decision wasn't even that hard. I run away, run away from the salesmen, back to the yard.