chorus
catch that blue blue ribbon
chase it on the breeze
chase it through the tall grass
chase it through the reeds
on the banks of the river
where the mud grows thick and black
chase that blue blue ribbon down
for your young girl (lost love) needs it back
winter runs you down
and summer’s at your back
keep that ribbon hid away
in a journal made of leather black
where you’ve written all the secrets
of the summers at your back
go on and keep it hidden
that lovely blue blue ribbon
find it in a wooden box
a wooden box of black
when your memory begins to fade
and your bones begin to crack
hold that ribbon in your hand
hear the song
of the loon and the lark and the wren
hold that ribbon in your hand
and fall in love again
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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