Cinders In The Breeze

from by The Falling Birds

/
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

     $1.25 USD  or more

     

lyrics

The sun has just begun to rise, here comes the bus on down the line.
It's cold as hell, my fingers sting, I pay my fare, I take my seat.

What is there to talk about?
I come in to work I come back out.
Simple things and a simple life.
An ugly dog and a pretty wife.

Ain't no use in crying when I die. Make sure they nail my coffin good and tight.

I'm older now and I find myself far more complicated.
Got a little more weight, more on my plate, and I'm way more impatient.
The dog she is barking at the keys out in the hall.
Won't see it on no TV show it's written on the bathroom stall.

Ain't no use in crying when I die.
Make sure they nail my coffin good and tight.
I'll wear the sharpest three piece that I own.
But I don't think I'll need it where I'm going.
Tell my pretty baby I love her so
There's many miles I still got left to go
Out beyond the night sky's where I'll be
My bond fire spitting cinders in the breeze.
My bond fire spitting cinders in the breeze.
My bond fire spitting cinders in the breeze.

Hey. You can't put me out today.

credits

from What Is There To Talk About, released February 17, 2017
Guitars, Vocals, Harmonica - Stephen Artemis Drums
Percussion, Keys - Dave Alan

Recorded at SpeakerSonic Studio, Brooklyn N.Y.
Produced by The Falling Birds and Brian Speaker
Engineered by Brian Speaker
Mastering by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston M.A.

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

The Falling Birds Brooklyn, New York

The Falling Birds have a simple concept: Write songs with clear foundations in blues and folk, and throttle them with punk rock snarl. Their style is equal parts careful musicianship and wild indifference.

contact / help

Contact The Falling Birds

Streaming and
Download help