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lyrics
She rattles my windows and shakes my walls
Her empty voice is still ringing through these halls
When he was a young boy, Proud and tall
Mama told him, The ghost will take it all
Young and foolish, But he was strong
Never paid mind, to the siren’s song
Traveling onward, she would cajole
Never stopping, stealing every soul
Poor decisions, that she had made
Her own devices ended her crusade
When the night grows cold
And she whistles through her teeth
Look upon the moon
Through the trees and fallen leaves
A stroke of fate that he crossed her path
Blinded by love he saw through her wrath
He lost his way and her words rang true
Almost forgotten, but he broke on through
She left him restless and went her way
But she stumbled into misery and dismay
A gang of thieves that sang her song
To the world of the living, she no longer belonged
When the night grows cold and the birds whistle through the air
The grass does grow, as its fickle as it is fair
She rattles my windows and shakes my walls
Her empty voice is still ringing out through these halls
I have a lot of roots in a lot of places, but I don't think I'd be nearly as inspired, or even writing the music that I do without this record. This is a seminal listen in Shakey's catalogue. RJ Martin
I actually got into Shakey Graves via his newer material, but I remember hearing this record on bandcamp for the first time and being completely blown away at how consistently amazing he's been. RJ Martin