Feral Child
from Dames by The Bears of Blue River
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Engineer: Tyler Watkins
Mastering: Jason Ward
Mastering: Jason Ward
lyrics
Oh the soft blue green
of that television screen
wild like children, hear that feral child scream
quietly lay that babe upon the floor
sucking on his thumb and not asking too much more
spilling all my guts like them alter boys at night
fresh from communion with their first taste of wine
But on strong winds
That black cloud coming in
won't fear from, retreat from,
at least we're assured some rest in the end
We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.
Set on comin' back
stealing Pablo's words, slaughtering attempts to tongue them foreign words
She spoke of this fire, and all the smoke billowing out
Them poisons close my eyes, leaving her a solo mountain climb.
So we're off.
To the Dead Sea,
or Mexico City, praying lighting candles to that Virgin Mother Saint.
We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.
of that television screen
wild like children, hear that feral child scream
quietly lay that babe upon the floor
sucking on his thumb and not asking too much more
spilling all my guts like them alter boys at night
fresh from communion with their first taste of wine
But on strong winds
That black cloud coming in
won't fear from, retreat from,
at least we're assured some rest in the end
We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.
Set on comin' back
stealing Pablo's words, slaughtering attempts to tongue them foreign words
She spoke of this fire, and all the smoke billowing out
Them poisons close my eyes, leaving her a solo mountain climb.
So we're off.
To the Dead Sea,
or Mexico City, praying lighting candles to that Virgin Mother Saint.
We lay, lie,
love all the while.
This cougar love my darlin'
Father God agrees,
Go ahead,
just slip that blouse off for me.
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Dames,
released 11 October 2011
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May 25Indianapolis, IN
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May 26Madison, WI
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Jun 07Chicago, IL
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Jun 07Chicago, IL
discography
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Oct 2011 -
Jan 2010
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