Song | The Man Who Would Speak True |
Artist | Blitzen Trapper |
Album | Destroyer of the Void |
I had a lover, her name was | |
GraceShe found me down in a lonely place | |
She dug me out with an old jaw bone | |
She dressed me up for to take me home | |
She fed me words that | |
I could not taste, | |
For I had no tongue, it had been replaced | |
By a green and a growing flower which grew | |
And I knew if | |
I ever spoke, | |
I would speak true | |
We lived together in an old hotel | |
A broke-down palace with a wishing well | |
The neighbor girl taught me how to spell | |
And how to steal what | |
I could not sell | |
But I fed my tongue on the | |
Devil’s rum | |
In a roadhouse run by a godless bum | |
On a drunken night, with a stolen gun | |
I shot my lover as she made to run | |
The judge said, “ | |
Son, what have you done?” | |
But I didn’t speak a word, no | |
I didn’t speak one | |
And the judge sent me away | |
And they buried my | |
Grace, yeah, the very next day | |
They sent me out on a midnight train | |
In the rain, rolling down through the dusty plain | |
Four men sitting with an old shotgun, | |
Silver stars pinned on every one | |
They busted my mouth for to get at my tongue | |
To see just how this had all begun | |
So I opened my mouth like a dragon’s breath | |
I only spoke truth, but it only brought death | |
And I laid those boys to rest | |
For the truth, in truth, is a terrible jest | |
For there ain’t no road but the road to home, | |
There ain’t no crops but the ones you’ve sown | |
And if you learn one thing from me | |
You better guard your tongue like your enemy | |
I came to ground in a one-horse town | |
On the western rim where the sun goes down | |
Where a branded man might start again | |
For to right his wrong, for to lose his sin | |
But my tongue kept growing, it would not cease | |
I grew quite weary, couldn’t get no release | |
So I went to the magistrate and turned myself in, | |
Picked up a shovel, and he made the grin | |
And they planted me by the sea | |
Now the birds of the air make nests on me |
I had a lover, her name was | |
GraceShe found me down in a lonely place | |
She dug me out with an old jaw bone | |
She dressed me up for to take me home | |
She fed me words that | |
I could not taste, | |
For I had no tongue, it had been replaced | |
By a green and a growing flower which grew | |
And I knew if | |
I ever spoke, | |
I would speak true | |
We lived together in an old hotel | |
A brokedown palace with a wishing well | |
The neighbor girl taught me how to spell | |
And how to steal what | |
I could not sell | |
But I fed my tongue on the | |
Devil' s rum | |
In a roadhouse run by a godless bum | |
On a drunken night, with a stolen gun | |
I shot my lover as she made to run | |
The judge said, " | |
Son, what have you done?" | |
But I didn' t speak a word, no | |
I didn' t speak one | |
And the judge sent me away | |
And they buried my | |
Grace, yeah, the very next day | |
They sent me out on a midnight train | |
In the rain, rolling down through the dusty plain | |
Four men sitting with an old shotgun, | |
Silver stars pinned on every one | |
They busted my mouth for to get at my tongue | |
To see just how this had all begun | |
So I opened my mouth like a dragon' s breath | |
I only spoke truth, but it only brought death | |
And I laid those boys to rest | |
For the truth, in truth, is a terrible jest | |
For there ain' t no road but the road to home, | |
There ain' t no crops but the ones you' ve sown | |
And if you learn one thing from me | |
You better guard your tongue like your enemy | |
I came to ground in a onehorse town | |
On the western rim where the sun goes down | |
Where a branded man might start again | |
For to right his wrong, for to lose his sin | |
But my tongue kept growing, it would not cease | |
I grew quite weary, couldn' t get no release | |
So I went to the magistrate and turned myself in, | |
Picked up a shovel, and he made the grin | |
And they planted me by the sea | |
Now the birds of the air make nests on me |