12 December 2006

His Blood on My Hands

After writing about Kacy Crowley’s song “Blood”, from her Moodswing CD, I had a number of requests for the lyrics. Because nobody seems to be able to find them (on the net or printed), here, reluctantly, as a historian of modern culture, and given my reverance regarding correct deciphering of sung rock lyrics, is my humble attempt to transcribe them from the MP3 CD on my boom box on the porch over coffee in the brisk morning:

He was too deep for his own good
He was the kind of person, nobody understood
I said I love you, more than you love me
But I meant something entirely ugly

One year it rained on Christmas
He said, ‘Let’s just pretend we’re in Paris.’
But I wasn’t having it,
No I was killing it.
I think his soul is so out of training, and

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’ve tried.

It was the year that my horse broke
It was the year that I almost lost everything
I pushed him away
Only for my freedom
It tasted like salt
Like salt on my skin

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’m trapped.


(bridge)
I can’t make what’s wrong
Right again
But I can shine it up
Bright again.

Just when you think you’re forgiven
There’s no material, left for confession.
You’ll be standin’ there
Sorry and unworthy

Look closer: guilty and bloody

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
And I’ve got his blood on my hands,
And I’ve got his blood on my hands.
And I’ve tried.

(c) 2004 Stable Records and/or Kacy Crowley. All rights reserved to Ms. Crowley.

Damn, its even better if you’ve heard her sing it. All assistance in correcting errors gladly welcomed.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good job--Only one thing. It's "Paris", not paradise. :)

Paco Malo said...

Based on your comment, I just relisted to Blood. You are absolutely right -- "Paris" it is.

Thanks for your help uncovering another layer of the enchanting, tragic poetry Ms. Crowley gives us in this song.