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beginners blood

by aaron ross

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Give me your love, honey You know I need drug money Waitin' for my food stamps to arrive sittin' on a Greyhound bus Tryin' to get far away from us It’s amazin' I made it out of this town alive And if I am awake tomorrow Don't gimme no pain Don't gimme no sorrow All I wanna do is get a little sleep tonight, that's right And if you want to you can have it You can love me like a habit ‘Cause there ain't no rhyme or reason anymore You can leave me in the gutter You can leave me like a mother I will break down I will break down I will break down A little more A little more I went down to the corner store And bought all that I could afford A bottle of whiskey and a Coca-Cola chaser I played a record and cried my blues away It was “A Love Supreme” by John Coltrane cried ‘till I couldn't cry no more I went out to see my friend he told me that he wanted to spin He gave me drugs when all I really wanted was love, too much Because I don't believe in somethin’ that turns me into nothin’ ‘Cause I felt too much like nothin' before You can leave me in the gutter You can leave me like a mother I will break down I will break down I will break down A little more A little more Give me your shoes, honey I want to be used, honey I want to live out on the street And give me some of your make-up So I can fix my fake face up And be alive to everyone I meet And if I live a long, long time And always form a single line Please, tell my kids that I was something in my prime Hard to define Because I am sick of tryin’ When it feels like I am lyin' Cause I'm not myself The way I was before You can leave me in the gutter You can leave me like a mother I will break down I will break down I will break down I will break down I will break down I will break down [x3] A little more A little more
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warlocks 08:12
There is a witch Her mouth it is stitched Between lipstick Black as night And as night She’ll meet you In the morning And her king he is The god of lightning thrashes on the cymbals brightly Saunters when he talks And walks To liquor stores on City blocks And you know I quit dreamin When her eyes They were demons Transcending through mine To the other side And I’m possessed By a feeling she’s coming for you I’m foreseeing you’d better beware If you even care And she’s sending the dogs She’s sending the dogs after you And she’s casting her spell And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues And I’m living the lie I’m living the life so I’m told But I’m dying inside And my soul it feels ugly The Pisces prince He sits and waits For his breath to take His life away He’s sedated And jaded So long has he waited For his queen to ride on silhouettes And paint his profile In its Sunday’s best To inject the sea into his head And lay fresh roses by his bed But you know She’s no angel With her wings Tied and mangled She’ll not be satisfied For you to just pass her by She will wash you She will dry you She will enter Inside you Like a dream She’ll make everything seem real And she’s sending the dogs She’s sending the dogs after you And she’s casting her spell And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues And I’m living the lie I’m living the life so I’m told But I’m dying inside And my soul it feels ugly I’ve got a notion To swallow this potion To take a portion And make some distortion I hear their discussion How they want destruction How they want destruction How they want control How they want to rule Rule the world And you You have gifted hands You stand on the stage And your presence commands An emotion Like the flow of the ocean My friend I know that You are weak The beauty inside you Is what they seek They want to feed off of The warming glow That bleeds out your eyes At the benefit show And I know That you’re someone Who will never Have anyone The hole Inside you It will never be glued So watch out For the vampires Take notice Of the higher powers They’ll make you a whore They’ll come to your door And ask you for more And they’re sending the dogs They’re sending the dogs after you And they’re casting their spell And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues And I’m living the lie I’m living the life so I’m told But I’m dying inside And my soul it feels ugly So I’ll bury the witch I’ll bury the witch With the ghosts Of my past I’ll forget the moment That I ever Took her glass And she will cut me up And make her pictures Out of my blood And I will be forgotten Like parts of the story
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Are you going to the revolution? They’re gonna burn the institution Fill it with a new kind of fusion Write it in the constitution I ain’t no phony, I don’t need no testimony I don’t need money That stuff has no effect on me I just need a blessing from The King of Higher Places I’m just confessing I came to see the look on all your faces When were rocking in the New Babylon, and you ask me How many drugs I’m on You better get with it, cause Baby, I’m a mystic They say it’s Apocalypse Now and they’re bringing out the Golden Cow They’re asking me to bow, bow, bow And you’re asking me how, how, how? Not taking notes, I ain’t no secretary First one to die at the hand of all the mercenaries Martyr for my mind a martyr of a missionary Get out my way I’m about to get incendiary When the days of the prophets are gone And you know it won’t be very long You better get with it, cause Baby, I’m a mystic Breaking down the prison walls We’re all gonna watch it fall Celebrate in the government halls Drown em in alcohol I’m not awake, I just came to watch it break I can’t be fake, I’ve seen how many lives it takes I will be dead when they place the crown on his head I will be dead I’ll be dead, dead, dead When the world we built falls apart They’ll be looking for a patriarch To lead the masses into the ground Down to the hole in the center Where they’ll never be found You better get with it, cause Baby, I’m a mystic
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quarantine 05:25
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emmanuel 05:54
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Jack Kerouac 05:34
Sunken anchors, rusted chains Words are written all in vain Friend you don’t have me to blame I was a sinner, not a saint I was lathered up in mud Fountains of youth filled up with cum On the road, a beaten drum Tonight, the sun sets on no one And if only I could get One last cigarette I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to When I was you And you, were me And we both were, in love With living I threw my pearls before swine I kissed their lips, I drank their wine They betrayed me when the rooster crowed three times You know they ain’t no friends of mine I’d only die for what I believe You can slit my throat and watch me bleed I’ll wave my words, I’ll wave them high You know I ain’t afraid to die And if only I could get One last cigarette I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to When I was you And you, were me And we both were, in love With living A crucifix contained in a jar Is all that’s left of who we are We’re Chained in crimson clouds forgot An endless sky of burned out stars And I remember when I was young I felt alone, confused, and drunk I was never given much of a chance They took the life right out of my hands And if only I could get One last cigarette I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to When I was you And you, were me And we both were, in love With living Candles burn down to the wick A Picture of the time that’s left Life’s so short and it’s so hard It makes you feel like you’ve been tricked I wish that I could go back To a time when I could laugh And Feel so beautiful I could die Stay awake all night and cry And if only I could get One last cigarette I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to When I was you And you, were me And we both were, in love With living Sunken anchors, rusted chains Words are written all in wain Friend you don’t have me to blame I was a sinner, not a saint.

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released April 6, 2006

recorded at The vault
engineered ,mixed,and mastered by Jonah Wells
drums by Jonah Wells
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