The Usurper king wore an iron crown
The bloodline wore that of gold
In castles of sand their kingdom fell
To the tears of an angry ocean
A full rotation and the queen hid her face
The bloodline bled out the lust
Empty beds and backwards heads
Loose limbed and shades combust
Here we go again
The thief inside can steal a name
And bring the hand grim justice
When Royalty reins there’s growing pains
But in the end we trust less
As the castle erodes, we set up our camp
The bloodline ventures home
We cut a tree for chairs and before we could sit
The Usurper claims the throne
Here we go again
Why do you still build your castles
When the tide it comes to knock them down?
Like clockwork the hour is coming
For the queen to break new ground.
And I know only what spiders can tell me
And I see only what my eyes can see
A lie on the lips of every kiss she blows
But who receives it only the wind may know
The queen killed the kings oh the queen killed the kings of old…
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024