Whiskerman from Whiskerman by Whiskerman

Whiskerman

Watch my sight when I fall from the tree
It’s the sight of the child I threw in the creek
The salmons bite there faithfully
If I don’t get close I’d never see
Land over land and down

Winter came to spread out her plate
She came to be held and she came to be laid
Now supper’s ready and I won’t give in
Where the crosses burn she’s dressed to begin
Throwing down the nails
All I said is I’d be here waiting

Wait for the Whiskerman
He’s a friend of mine
Let’s prepare a mighty fire
Make it red as hell

Red moon pacing over the sun
I sit a quiet new year with a rebel’s gun
But my army’s ready to fail and run
You twist the dice for war
And I see it twist to none
But every time I’ll cry

Because I threw the moth into the broken bulb
And I cracked the hillside to find the soul
How far to sundown I feel I’m getting old
You better start walking there’s a shower of gold
And the steel won’t crack the whip
The fast and running fist
I see you

Wait for the Whiskerman
He’s a friend of mine
Let’s prepare a mighty fire
Make it red as hell

Wake up your mama
The rug’s getting wetter
The flood’s going to get here
The sooner the better
The world is a vulture
Shaking her feathers
And all I see is the end
No, sayeth I am free.

Wait for the Whiskerman
He’s a friend of mine
Let’s prepare a mighty fire
Make it red as hell

• Rock
• blues
• ghostfolk
• horse whispering
• soul
• Oakland