Album Release

MARK LANEGAN

Straight Songs Of Sorrow

Heavenly Recordings [PIAS] - distribuzione Self - 08 maggio 2020

Dopo il successo di Somebody’s Knocking dello scorso anno, Mark Lanegan annuncia l’uscita del suo nuovo album solista Straight Songs Of Sorrow prevista per l’08 maggio su Heavenly Recordings [PIAS], Distribuzione Self. Prodotto da Alain Johannes, l’album vede la partecipazione di numerosi ospiti fra cui Greg Dulli, Warren Ellis, John Paul Jones, Ed Harcourt, Adrian Utley, Mark Morton (Lamb Of God). Lanegan condivide anche il brano “Skeleton Key”, disponibile per l’ascolto QUI, e annuncia una serie di date britanniche. Per maggiori informazioni, visita: https://www.marklanegan.com/

Quando prendiamo in considerazione un’opera d’arte, può essere un quadro, un romanzo o un brano musicale, è naturale chiedersi cosa l’abbia ispirata: ‘la storia dietro alla canzone’. Il nuovo album di Mark Lanegan Straight Songs Of Sorrow risponde alla domanda. Questi 15 brani sono ispirati ad una storia: la storia della sua vita, raccontata da lui stesso nella sua nuova autobiografia “Sings Backwards And Weep”.

Il libro è brutale, una lettura snervante, grazie al candore spietato di Lanegan nel raccontare un viaggio che parte da un’adolescenza?travagliata nella zona orientale dello stato di Washington, attraversa la vita macchiata di droghe della Seattle dei ’90, arrivando ad un’improbabile salvezza all’inizio del 21esimo secolo. Ci sono morte e tragedie, ma allo stesso tempo umorismo e speranza, grazie alla tenacia di Lanegan anche nei momenti più negativi.

Oggi Lanegan è un celebre cantautore e un collaboratore molto desiderato, abile sia con l’elettronica che con il rock, sempre pronto a perfezionare la sua indomabile voce: uno sciroppo per l’anima corretto con l’asfalto. Mentre l’autobiografia documenta le difficoltà nella ricerca della pace con se stesso, il nuovo album enfatizza la misura in cui ha capito che la musica è la sua vita.

“Scrivendo questo libro, non sono arrivato alla catarsi,” ride. “Tutto ciò che ho avuto è stato un vaso di Pandora pieno di dolore e miseria. Sono entrato e mi sono ricordato la merda che ho messo via 20 anni fa. Ma ho iniziato a scrivere questo album nel momento in cui ho chiuso e ho realizzato che c’erano sentimenti profondi perchè erano tutti collegati ai ricordi di questo libro. è stato un sollievo tornare all’improvviso alla musica. Poi ho capito che era il regalo del libro: questi brani. Sono davvero orgoglioso di questo album.” ?
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‘Straight Songs Of Sorrow’ combines musical trace elements from early Mark Lanegan albums with the synthesized constructs of later work. The meditative acoustic guitar fingerpicking – provided by Lamb Of God’s Mark Morton – on ‘Apples From A Tree’ and ‘Hanging On (For DRC)’ echo 1994’s ‘Whiskey For The Holy Ghost’. Yet one of that record’s touchstones was Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, echoed in the new album’s opener I Wouldn’t Want To Say, where Lanegan extemporises à la Ballerina over musique concrète wave patterns generated by his latest favourite compositional tool, a miniature computer-synth called the Organelle. The lyric clings onto the music, emulating his book’s queasy momentum: “Swinging from death… to revival.”

“That song is the explanation, the beginning and middle and end of that entire period of time,” Mark says. “The encapsulation of the entire experience, book and record. So I started with that.”

Lanegan affirms that every song references a specific episode or person in the book, albeit some more explicitly than others. ‘Hanging On (For DRC)’ is a loving ode to his friend Dylan Carlson, genius progenitor of drone metal and a fellow unlikely survivor of Seattle’s narcotic dramas. “I was always unhappy, and he was the guy who was always smiling, even through my crazy schemes that eventually got both of us into a lot of trouble.”

‘At Zero Below’ features two of the album’s many stellar guests. Singing admonitory harmonies with himself is Greg Dulli, another ’90s alt-rock veteran, Lanegan’s erstwhile partner in mischief?and fellow Gutter Twin. The song’s incantatory fiddle is played by The Bad Seeds’ Warren Ellis. No lesser figure than Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones provides Mellotron on the serpentine Ballad Of A Dying Rover. Aside from mandolin, all Daylight In The Nocturnal House’s cobwebbed atmospherics are by Portishead’s Adrian Utley.?Ed Harcourt?is Lanegan’s pick for album MVP (“He’s all over it – everything that he plays, piano or Wurlitzer, becomes magical”), with special mention to bassist Jack Bates, son of Peter Hook; that duo make especially distinctive contributions to Churchbells, Ghosts a bleakly humorous lament to the drudgery of life on the road.

The material on the last two Mark Lanegan Band albums had Lanegan’s words set to music by various other sources. But aside from the Mark Morton collaborations, Straight Songs Of Sorrow was built from the ground up by Lanegan alone, aided by producer Alain Johannes, his longtime consigliere. Only two other songs have shared credits, and even these stay in-house: ‘Burying Ground’ and ‘Eden Lost And Found’ were co-written by Mark’s wife Shelley Brien, with whom he also duets on the Rita Coolidge/Kris?Kristofferson-style ballad This Game Of Love. “Let’s put it this way,” says Mark. “Every girlfriend I’ve ever had, for any amount of time, left me. All the good ones left me! Until my current wife. It was great to sing that with Shelley, it really shows she’s a great singer. And it has a depth of emotion that I’m not used to. This is a more honest record than I’ve probably ever made.”

And indeed, there is a happy ending to this story. Just as his book closes with the hero overcoming adversity and turning, battered but cleansed, towards a new day, so Straight Songs Of Sorrow closes with ‘Eden Lost And Found’. “Sunrise coming up baby/To burn the dirt right off of me,” marvels Lanegan, with his words echoed by Simon Bonney of Crime & The City Solution, an all-time hero. “I wanted to make a positive song to end this record, because that’s the way the book ended,” Mark says. “And what’s more positive than to have your favourite singer sing with you?”

‘Straight Songs Of Sorrow’ feels both definitive and unique, a culmination of its creator’s arc yet also indicative of the energy that drives him onto future horizons. No wonder Lanegan is proud.

Straight Songs Of Sorrow?will be released 8 May via Heavenly Recordings. Album artwork, tracklist below:

Straight Songs Of Sorrow?tracklist:
1. I Wouldn’t Want To Say
2. Apples From A Tree
3. This Game Of Love
4. Ketamine
5. Bleed All Over
6. Churchbells, Ghosts
7. Internal Hourglass Discussion
8. Stockholm City Blues
9. Skeleton Key
10. Daylight In The Nocturnal House
11. Ballad of the Dying Rover
12. Hanging On (For DRC)
14. At Zero Below
15. Eden Lost And Found

 

ABOUT

When considering any great work of art, be it a painting, a novel, or a piece of music, it’s natural to wonder what might have inspired it: ‘the story behind the song’. Mark Lanegan’s new album, Straight Songs Of Sorrow, flips that equation. Here are 15 songs inspired by a story: his life story, as documented by his own hand in his new memoir, Sing Backwards And Weep.

The book is a brutal, nerve-shredding read, thanks to Lanegan’s unsparing candour in recounting a journey from troubled youth in eastern Washington, through his drug-stained existence amid the ’90s Seattle rock scene, to an unlikely salvation at the dawn of the 21st century. There’s death and tragedy, yet also humour and hope, thanks to the tenacity which impels its host, even at his lowest moments. As Lanegan writes near the end: “I was the ghost that wouldn’t die.”

Today, Lanegan is a renowned songwriter and a much-coveted collaborator, as adept at electronica as with rock, constantly honing his indomitable voice: an asphalt-laced linctus for the soul. While the memoir documents a struggle to find peace with himself, his new album emphasis the extent to which he came to realise that music is his life.

“Writing the book, I didn’t get catharsis,” he chuckles. “All I got was a Pandora’s box full of pain and misery. I went way in, and remembered shit I’d put away 20 years ago. But I started writing these songs the minute I was done, and I realised there was a depth of emotion because they were all linked to memories from this book. It was a relief to suddenly go back to music. Then I realised that was the gift of the book: these songs. I’m really proud of this record.”

Straight Songs Of Sorrow combines musical trace elements from early Mark Lanegan albums with the synthesized constructs of later work. The meditative acoustic guitar fingerpicking – provided by Lamb Of God’s Mark Morton – on Apples From A Tree and Hanging On (For DRC) echo 1994’s Whiskey For The Holy Ghost. Yet one of that record’s touchstones was Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, echoed in the new album’s opener I Wouldn’t Want To Say, where Lanegan extemporises *à la Ballerina over musique concrète wave patterns generated by his latest favourite compositional tool, a miniature computer-synth called the Organelle. The lyric clings onto the music, emulating his book’s queasy momentum: *“Swinging from death… to revival.”

“That song is the explanation, the beginning and middle and end of that entire period of time,” Mark says. “The encapsulation of the entire experience, book and record. So I started with that.”

Lanegan affirms that every song references a specific episode or person in the book, albeit some more explicitly than others. Hanging On (For DRC) is a loving ode to his friend Dylan Carlson, genius progenitor of drone metal and a fellow unlikely survivor of Seattle’s narcotic dramas. “I was always unhappy, and he was the guy who was always smiling, even through my crazy schemes that eventually got both of us into a lot of trouble.” The richly cinematic mood of Daylight In The Nocturnal House, meanwhile, paints a more impressionistic scene: factory smoke, rain, a phone call from *“somebody’s grand-daughter”, who’ll *“pay to make somebody crawl/And send you to heaven.” The singer’s perspective is ambiguous. “I got into a lot of shady business in those years,” Lanegan says.

Longtime observers will recognise some familiar recurrent themes. Death. Destruction. Bad behaviour. In the case of At Zero Below, all in the same song. “Yes, I did burn someone with a cigarette,” Mark says. “Yes, I did spit in somebody’s face – maybe more than once in my life. Stuff I’m not proud of. That song is also about one of my many ex-girlfriends who is no longer with us. It’s all linked to the book.”

At Zero Below features two of the album’s many stellar guests. Singing admonitory harmonies with himself is Greg Dulli, another ’90s alt-rock veteran, Lanegan’s erstwhile partner in mischief and fellow Gutter Twin. The song’s incantatory fiddle is played by The Bad Seeds’ Warren Ellis. No lesser figure than Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones provides Mellotron on the serpentine Ballad Of A Dying Rover (*“I’m just a sick sick man/My days are numbered”). Aside from mandolin, all Daylight In The Nocturnal House’s cobwebbed atmospherics are by Portishead’s Adrian Utley. Ed Harcourt is Lanegan’s pick for album MVP (“He’s all over it – everything that he plays, piano or Wurlitzer, becomes magical”), with special mention to bassist Jack Bates, son of Peter Hook; that duo make especially distinctive contributions to Churchbells, Ghosts a bleakly humorous lament to the drudgery of life on the road (*“I’d ask somebody for a quarter/If there were someone for me to phone”).

Ketamine is a numb blues, with Lanegan shadowed by Cold Cave vocalist Wesley Eisold, who inspired the album’s only overt drug song (ironically, about a drug that Lanegan has never actually taken). “Wes is good friends with Genesis P-Orridge,” explains Mark, “and he said the last time he saw Gen she was in a hospital bed, saying to this priest, ‘No thank you sir, I don’t need any last rites, but if you have any ketamine that would be perfect.’” He laughs. “So I immediately wrote that song and had him sing on it. There’s drugs throughout the record – they’re rife in Bleed All Over – but that song was the only real specific one.”

The material on the last two Mark Lanegan Band albums had Lanegan’s words set to music by various other sources. But aside from the Mark Morton collaborations, Straight Songs Of Sorrow was built from the ground up by Lanegan alone, aided by producer Alain Johannes, his longtime consigliere. Only two other songs have shared credits, and even these stay in-house: Burying Ground and Eden Lost And Found were co-written by Mark’s wife Shelley Brien, with whom he also duets on the Rita Coolidge/Kris Kristofferson-style ballad This Game Of Love. “Let’s put it this way,” says Mark. “Every girlfriend I’ve ever had, for any amount of time, left me. All the good ones left me! Until my current wife. It was great to sing that with Shelley, it really shows she’s a great singer. And it has a depth of emotion that I’m not used to. This is a more honest record than I’ve probably ever made.”

A crushing twin-song centrepiece proves that. First, Stockholm City Blues, a sparse, beautiful, strings and finger-picking meditation on the remorse code of addiction (*“I pay for this pain I put into my blood”). Then, the seven-minute epic Skeleton Key, a supplicatory confessional (“I’m ugly inside and out there is no denying”) that also provides the album title. It’s a remarkable performance from a man whose punishment for plumbing the depths was simply to continue further along the road. “My wife called that my ‘redemption song’,” says Lanegan.

And indeed, there is a happy ending to this story. Just as his book closes with the hero overcoming adversity and turning, battered but cleansed, towards a new day, so Straight Songs Of Sorrow closes with Eden Lost And Found. *“Sunrise coming up baby/To burn the dirt right off of me,” marvels Lanegan, with his words echoed by Simon Bonney of Crime & The City Solution, an all-time hero. “I wanted to make a positive song to end this record, because that’s the way the book ended,” Mark says. “And what’s more positive than to have your favourite singer sing with you?”

Straight Songs Of Sorrow feels both definitive and unique, a culmination of its creator’s arc yet also indicative of the energy that drives him onto future horizons. No wonder Lanegan is proud.

“I do feel this is something special for me, something honest,” he says. “’Cos records are not real life, man – in case no one told ya. They’re just a fake version of life!” Mark Lanegan laughs. “Well, at least you have one now that’s a little closer to being real. Unfortunately, it’s by me.”

Keith Cameron

 

LYRICS

  1. I Wouldn’t Want To Say

 

I wouldn’t want to say my friend

so I’m not saying anything

You say you’ll fall, I’ll fall lower

A love letter what was I meant

A bullet to the heart was sent

The way way my body lay here bent

In the freezing exposure and frozen to colder

I wouldn’t want to say

No, I wouldn’t want to say

 

Get out while you can

Get out while you can

I will bring bad luck and misery to you man

I’ll paint this shadow across your land

while putting something graveyard dark straight into your hand

I wouldn’t want to say

I wouldn’t want to say

 

My heart is black as night

Black as night

Black as night

This Barrel Bomb in my brain ignites

A self-aimed incendiary device

Suddenly everything I ever had is on ice

All those who tried to help me scattered like mice

No, I wouldn’t want to say

I wouldn’t want to say

 

Who knows how many more years there will be

Before the end of this sad machine

No heirs to my disease

No one else to curse with this gene

Someone said it’s designed for survival

The one I wildly ride

Swinging from death

From death to revival

Where I’ve been and what I’ve done

I wouldn’t want to say

I wouldn’t want to say

 

The implication I am guilty

Yet suffocation cannot kill me

There is this ladder I am climbing

In the darkness you can’t find me

no,?I wouldn’t want to say

I wouldn’t want to say

 

When I was young and untrue as could be

I begged like a child

Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me, come back

 

Baby, won’t you please come back

No, No they ain’t coming back

They got away however they could

Like snow melting in spring

Disappearing for good

 

Rapture or apocalypse

Actress or receptionist

sanctified or crucified

I have always welcomed it

Yeah, I have always asked for it

I knew, I knew I had it coming

 

It’s alright, It’s alright, It’s alright, It’s alright, It’s alright

I’m still hoping

I’m still open

Still open all night

Looking for that love that’s right

 

What I loved, what I loved, what I loved

It’s gone away

But I loved you

And I always loved you

How I loved you

I wouldn’t want to say

I wouldn’t want to say

 

  1. Apples From A Tree

 

Plucking apples from a tree

And roses from the ground

I am up in the air

Never to come down

 

You are the part of me I lacked

The mother I never knew

The love I never had

I came up on the streets

Always doing bad

 

What would I leave behind?

Our memories to sell?

You singing me to sleep

Always doing well

 

We won’t meet again

In this life or any more

I’m too far out at sea

And you are on the shore

 

Goodnight my love goodnight

Mind the way you go

Going home tonight

You will be alone

I have taken flight

 

Plucking apples from a tree

And roses from the ground

I’m high up in the air

Never coming down

 

  1. This Game Of Love

 

Don’t let me burn like this

Save me from the fire

I know the art of loneliness

I see straight down the wire

I see straight down the wire

See straight down the wire

 

Free my soul of emptiness

I know the taste of sorrow

Tonight I am delirious

I live to play tomorrow

live to play tomorrow

live to play tomorrow

I live to play tomorrow

 

I came into this town

No comfort or peace of mind

Just as the rain came down

I swear I don’t wanna lose this time

 

Gonna take my rightful place

In the sun high heaven above

Or there’ll be hell to pay

Am I gonna lose this game of love

 

Now I lay me down to rest

Cold ground up against my back

Time and again I failed a test

As painful as a heart attack

As painful as a heart attack

As painful as a heart attack

As painful as a heart attack

 

Don’t make me burn like this

I know the art of loneliness

Free my soul of emptiness

Pull me from the fire

 

I stepped down off the train

Not looking to do no harm

Just book a room someplace

And hold devotion and warmth in between my arms

Devotion and warmth

Devotion and warmth

Devotion and warmth

In between my arms

But the to and the fro

The wrath and the sloth

The back and the forth took my world apart

 

Lord I’ll take my place

In the sun high heaven above

Or there’ll be hell to pay

Am I gonna lose this game of love

Am I gonna

Gonna lose

Am I gonna lose this game of love

Am I gonna lose

Am I gonna lose this game of love

Am I gonna

Gonna lose

Am I gonna lose this game of love

Am I gonna lose

Am I gonna lose this game of love

 

  1. Ketamine

 

Lord give me some ketamine

So I can feel alright

To plant my flag on distant shores

And take me through the night

 

Cause’ if I had a razor

I would cut you everywhere

Then I’d walk the whole of earth

With a thousand mile stare

 

All I got was awful news

In every letter I was sent

And all my life my spirit child was broken and was bent

 

Now if I was a billionaire

No, it wouldn’t make me blue

I’d build myself a bullet train

And run straight over you

 

Lord give me some ketamine

So I can feel alright

To hide my true dark nature

And to keep it out of sight

 

Cause’ if I had a rifle

I’d shoot straight up in the air

And watch you fall back down to earth

With a wild-eyed graveyard stare

 

  1. Bleed All Over?

 

Baby,baby,baby

Don’t you say it’s over

Yeah, I never wanted to

Baby, baby, baby

I’m a bleed all over

Yeah, That’s what it’s coming to

 

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

One thing to believe in

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

I wanted

Someone to bleed with

 

Baby,baby,baby

I’m a bleed all over

Yeah. Spike in my hand

Baby, baby, baby

Don’t you say it’s over

Yeah, Don’t you give a damn

 

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

Someplace where I’m needed

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

To a place where I’ve already bleeded

 

Baby, baby,baby

It’s some crazy weather

Yeah, I’m out in it alone

Baby tell me now if

We can get together

Yeah, You are the beacon shone

 

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

I’m haunted

Haunted

By these monochrome nightmares

I counted

I counted

I counted

I counted

On getting a full share

 

Baby,baby,baby

Don’t you say it’s over

Yeah, Don’t you say that it’s done

Baby, baby, baby

I’m a bleed all over

Yeah, See my mascara run

 

I’m wanted

I’m wanted

I’m wanted

I’m wanted

On false accusations

I’m down here

I’m down here

I’m down here

Down here

Hiding out in a basement

 

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going someplace where I’m needed

I’m going

I’m going

I’m going someplace where I’ve already bleeded

 

Baby,baby,baby

Don’t you say it’s over

Yeah, now that I ain’t got a dime

Baby, baby, baby

I’m a bleed all over

Yeah, this one lonely last time

Yeah, this one lonely last time

 

  1. Churchbells, Ghosts

 

Strange things happen in the city

Strange things happen in the street

Here I am

Here I am out here walking

Walking in wilderness so deep

In every passing car I hear her calling

In every one she speeds away

Lord help me now because I’m bleeding

And I don’t want to fall away

 

All my life I’ve held this hammer

Hammered boulders into stones

Now I choke on tears of anger

And I am quickly growing cold

Lord I wish that you could see me

 

I stagger now a wounded Atlas

Nothing else but blood and bone

Lord help me now because I’m drowning

My boat don’t know the way to shore

 

Now I find myself in Kansas

Here I am

Here I am an aging hustler

Born without a mother

Born without a soul

I’d ask somebody for a quarter

If there were someone for me to phone

Lord don’t you hear me I am calling

Lord help now don’t let me fall

 

I find myself in Charlotte

Find myself in Jacksonville

Here I am I’m disappearing

There’s nothing left for me to kill

In every train that’s running by me

I hear her singing in the wheels

Lord help me now I’m going over

Lord help me now I’m going down

 

Lord don’t you hear me crying

Lord don’t you hear saying goodbye

 

  1. Internal Hourglass Discussion?

 

A burst of blackbirds in the sky

All of a sudden this beautiful day

Far past the zenith of my high

Has given me the will to change

But I’m so tired I’m wide awake

 

A pedestrian’s dying cry

Piercing the air on this beautiful day

Hit by a taxi driving by

And taking my resolve to school

Staring at the street where the blood has pooled

 

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

 

A walk beneath the viaduct

Laughing to myself at some stupid old joke

The thought occurs to get unfucked

I stand on second ave trying to bum a smoke

A cop says move along lest I get locked up

 

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

 

I find a wallet on the ground

And I’m a king for one beautiful day

I hear an unfamiliar sound

Telling me I cannot stay

But I’ve been gone so long now anyway

 

A burst of blackbirds in the sky

All of a sudden this beautiful day

Far past the zenith of my high

Has given me the will to change

But I’m so tired I’m wide awake

I’m so tired I’m wide awake

I’m so tired I’m wide awake

 

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

 

 

A walk beneath the viaduct

Laughing to myself at some stupid old joke

The thought occurs to get unfucked

I stand on 2nd ave trying to bum a smoke

A cop says move along lest I get locked up

 

All on this beautiful day

All on this beautiful day

 

I find a wallet on the ground

And I’m a king for one beautiful day

I hear an unfamiliar sound

Telling me I cannot stay

But I’ve been gone so long now anyway

 

A burst of blackbirds in the sky

All of a sudden this beautiful day

Has given me the will to change

But I’m so tired I’m so wide awake

I’m so tired I’m wide awake

I’m so tired I’m wide awake

 

  1. Stockholm City Blues

 

Staring out the window of this hotel room

The waxing and waning giant northern moon

Brother Aldo are you good for a few more bucks?

I promise someday soon I’m gonna change my luck

The rain is making rivers of the Stockholm streets

Soaking through my coat, through my boots to my feet

No one can ever tell me when enough’s enough

Descending every ladder to the final rung

I pay for this pain I’m running through my blood

You couldn’t ever tell me when enough’s enough

To trade a few more nickels for another nail

Don’t let my will give out before my body fails

Taxi to the corner it’s another mile

It’ll be another corner somewhere else tomorrow

No one can tell me that enough’s enough

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

The chopping and churning of the northern tides

Rip at a wound as deep as the ocean is wide

And I thank my god because I prayed for it

I went to my knees when the medicine hit

And felt the slightest sting as though an insect bit

No one could ever tell me that it’s time to quit

The faint and flickering light is my candle barely lit

Brother Aldo are you good for a few more bucks

No one could ever tell me that enough’s enough

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

No one could ever tell me that enough’s enough

You couldn’t ever tell me that enough’s enough

Stockholm City Blues

 

  1. Skeleton Key

 

Ugly

I’m so very ugly

I’m ugly inside and out there is no denying

Love me

Why would you ever love me

No one has ever loved me yet pretty baby

 

Skeleton key

It won’t open up

It won’t open any lock I have on me

Rusted

Bent and Rusted

Your precious skeleton key

 

I spent my life

Trying every way to die

Is it my fate to be the last one standing?

Don’t you know it’s a crime

All the shadowy peaks I climbe

And I have yet to ever be remanded

Yes I have yet to ever be remanded

 

Holy Holy

All of your

Religions are a lie

Hold me

Don’t you try to hold me

I can clearly find my own way to the other side

Yes I will make my own way to the other side

 

Crying

Quit your crying

The sun will likely rise again tomorrow

If you follow me down

Through the underground

I would only hook a leash upon your collar

Nothing good is sustained

I’d gladly accept the blame

But all my words won’t add up to a dollar

All my words don’t even add up to a dollar

 

Love me

Don’t say that you love me

Nobody has ever loved me yet pretty baby

 

Crying

Quit your crying

I have ten thousand tears that you can borrow

Follow me down

To the underground

And I will sing to you a song of sorrow

I will sing you all a sweet straight song of sorrow

I will sing you all a sweet straight song of sorrow

I will sing to you a sweet straight song of sorrow

 

Skeleton key

Bent and Rusted

All your dreams are locked away

The hands have stopped

On the timekeeper’s clock

And you have got to learn to breathe underwater

Yeah you have got to breathe

And breathe underwater

 

Skeleton key

Bent and rusted

As broken as the heart

The dirt has eaten

Love me

Don’t pretend to love me

I’ve lost enough to know when I am beaten

I’ve lost enough to know when I’ve been beaten

I have lost enough to know

When I’ve been beaten

I have lost enough to know when I am beaten

 

  1. Hanging On (For DRC)

?

By all rights we should be gone but you and me still hanging on

A thousand ways we could’ve died

We had another land to find

In wilderness, valley and over hill

Searching for more pain to kill

While in the depths of steep despair

A hand of double solitaire

 

Through asphalt Wilds

And concrete Wilds

Always with the will to smile

Through disasters and tragedy

Always to another day

Under dark skies of deepest grey just to find another way

Live forever on my friend

Only you and the devil know where I’ve been

 

Some say we should be gone

You and me hanging on

The times and ways we could have died

We had other lands to find

From corner store to corner phone

Our comrades dropped like meat from bone

We have a few more hands to play

Stay until my dying day

 

We’ve known each other all too well

Walking side by side through fields of hell

You have always held your tongue

Despite what wicked thing I’d done

All that’s left are you and me

Someday we will be free

 

The police say we should be gone

You and me still hanging on

The doctors say we should be gone

You and me still hanging on

 

  1. Ballad of the Dying Rover

 

Girl let me lay down with you

One more time

Ain’t no surprise what I wanna do

I’m just a man

a sick, sick man

 

I wouldn’t lie to you

Not one more time

Ain’t no surprise though if I do

I’m just a man

 

I sit up on the graveyard wall

These grounds will be my bed

I look down upon it all

And wonder when

When it’s gonna end

My days are numbered

Eternal slumber

Death is my due

 

Girl let me lay down with you

Give me one more time

Ain’t no surprise what wanna I do

I’m just a man

Just a sick, sick,sick,sick,sick man

Death is my due

 

Girl let me lay with you

I wouldn’t lie to you

One more time

Ain’t no surprise though if I do

I’m just a man

Just a sick sick man

My days are numbered

I wouldn’t lie to you

I wouldn’t lie to you

I’m just a man

Just a sick sick man

Just a sick sick man

 

Baby I wanna lay down with you

one more time

Ain’t no surprise that I do

My days are numbered

My days are numbered

 

 

I wanna lay down with you

One more time

Ain’t no surprise that I do

I’m just a man

A sick sick sick man

Yeah baby

I wanna lay with you

One more time

Ain’t no surprise that I do

I’m just a sick

I’m just a sick sick man

My days are numbered

Eternal slumber and death is my due

And I wanna lay with you

I wanna lay down with you

Girl let me lay with you

One more time

 

  1. Burying Ground?

 

I’ve been up lord

Lord, I’ve been down

Feel like I’m headed to that burying ground

I’ve been up lord

Lord, I’ve been down

Feel like I’m headed to that burying ground

 

Told you once baby

I told you twice

I ain’t the kind of man who’ll be a sacrifice

I been bent, I been broken

So bent and broken that I didn’t feel no pain

Told you once, twice, three times over

Told you there’s a devil child up upon my shoulder

 

Don’t stand in my shadow woman

Don’t you shake my tree

Don’t rattle my chain girl

And don’t you Judas me

 

So far up lord

So far down

Long black car to drive me to that

Burying ground

 

I seen things could make a grown man cry

Been so high I couldn’t get no higher

Call for the doctor I feel like I’m dying

Call for the doctor now I know I’m bound to die

 

I stayed awake for six nights running

I’ve been awake six nights in a row

Now I can see them six white horses

Come to take me where I sure don’t

wanna go

 

I been down

Down to the jailhouse

I been down

Down to the church

I been down so deep in darkness

So far down in darkness

That the sun don’t ever shine

 

I’ve been up lord

Lord I been down

Feel like I’m headed to that ice cold burying ground

 

Baby please tell my brothers

I am sorry for the things that I have done

And baby please take this letter

Take it to my father

When I’m in the burying ground

 

I’ve been up lord

Lord I been down

Feel like I’m headed to that cold burying ground

I’ve been up lord

Lord and I’ve been down

Feel like I’m headed to that Ice cold burying ground

Been up

Been down

Feel like I’m headed to that burying ground

So far up lord

So far down

Feel like I’m headed to that ice cold burying ground

 

  1. At Zero Below

 

On a night I can’t forget

I burned my love with a cigarette

My telescopic eye had seen

The grass on graves so evergreen

 

How would you know?

She said

To choke, To seize, in vain To call

What do you know?

She said

Of toxic tears, chemical sprawl

How would you know?

She said

To moan, To cry and still To crawl

At zero below she’s dead

Asleep inside the churchyard wall

 

In this dark dream I can’t forget

I set an arson fire

Without a one regret

The camera in my cornea

Took black and whites for my collection of

 

Wait’ll you see

She said

That moment just before you fall

How much you’ll bleed

She said

You’ll lay there bleeding like a dog

 

On a night so grey and wet

Into somebody’s face I spit

So angry and illiterate

My inner furnace quickly lit

 

You’re gonna know

She said

What they really mean by hell

You’re gonna know

She said

For who they ring that heavy bell

At zero below and dead

We lay together

Now and all

 

In this dream I can’t forget

I burned my love with a cigarette

The camera of my eye had seen

The grass on graves so evergreen

 

  1. Daylight in the Nocturnal House?

 

Watching the smoke from the factory float

With my back to the rain rider

From under the snow

I’m out of the grave spider

Didn’t you know?

I’m gonna send you to heaven

 

Leaning my shoulder into a wall

Covered in rainwater

When somebody calls

It’s somebody’s granddaughter

She’ll pay to make someone crawl

And send them to heaven

 

Watching the dice getting wildly thrown

Killing the pain rider

And everyone knows

Ain’t it a shame spider

I’m gonna take what you owe

Then you’re going to heaven

Going to send you to heaven

 

Watching the smoke from the factory float

With my back to the rain rider

From under the snow

I’m out of the grave spider

Didn’t you know?

I’m gonna send you to heaven

Gonna send you to heaven

 

  1. Eden lost and found

 

Daylight is coming

Daylights calling me

Ain’t got much of nothing

Just grace by degrees

Yeah I’m so glad to be free

Daylights a coming

Daylights calling me

That girl took my loving

And never gave none back to me

Yeah everybody everybody everybody want to be free

All of God’s creatures ought to be free

Daylights a coming

Daylights calling me

Sunrise coming up baby

To burn the dirt right off of me

C’mon now people take my blindness make me see

Sunrise is coming

Daylights calling me

I work eleven to eleven

Midnight shift and half of the morning

All of God’s children got to have their freedom

Everybody everybody everybody gotta be free

Sunrise is coming

Daylights calling me

Oh will you tell me if this is heaven

Cause it’s the only one I see

Daylight is coming

Daylight is calling me

Found the doorway to Eden

And lost myself in the concrete city

Yeah, everybody’s got to be free

Daylight is coming

Daylight is calling me

And everybody got to be free

Yeah everybody got to be free

 

Press kit

Concerti di MARK LANEGAN

  • 16/08/20 Grottaglie, Taranto a Cinzella Festival Buy Tickets
Nino Bixio, 38 | 20129 Milano | Italy
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