Quasi-Hymns, Murder-Ballads, and Tales of How the Hero Died (2013)

Deepest Leagues

Hey, Hey. Whatcha know?
None of us has much to show
in either of the hands the dealer dealt.
Say to me you know it best.
Corrected by the chips at rest.
A toast to the full house we’ve packed to death.

Sorry sir, your time is passing quickly.
In a hurry hushed and no one’s listening.

You smell the blood.
You are the shark lurkin’ ‘round these darker parts.
Leave us floating in the deepest leagues.
Sand-castles made of mortar fall.
Your teeth chip like a wrecking ball.
Anchored, sinking; oh God, I can’t breathe.

Bridges burn until you fall into a valley less of land.
Taken back that the match is in your hands?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you a lesser man.

And I was once in love with a golden gorge; a silver stone.
I alone, the river run right through to be thrown in a stock.
Oh, you’ll show the flock how it feels to be head-over-heels for a rock.

And I’ll stay out of town to keep my end of the bargain.
And if a wave can break you down, could a sound make you crack?

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from Quasi-Hymns, Murder-Ballads, and Tales of How the Hero Died
released May 10, 2013
Words and Music written by Alex and Emily McCollum

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