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From The Grave

by The Almond Butters

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I don't know the way it's gonna be I don't know who I'll be callin me Shifty eyes tarnish my soul's instincts Murky waters, guess I'm up shit's creek Something about this ain't feelin right Top of the world till it spins to night When I'm older I'll take care of things Till then I ain't no visionary When I tire my worries carry me Ask me why, 'cause baby it's easy
2.
Crackbilly 04:58
Tell yourself a tale so old I wanna see but I can't let go Be what you'll be, I should've known Unfolding me I lose control If you wanna celebrate, c'mon, don't hesitate Banking on the sun to wait Well I know how it feels bein' alone Alone Strange feeling comin' on It knows where we all come from You knew all along I wanna see your cannonball We're runnin' and runnin'
3.
Visions like hot splinters Visions far from here Swelling, surging, I sink low Swallowed by desire Fictions rip flesh from bone Fictions steal my mind In your eyes I bleed out Chase them 'round my head I don't want another thing I just want you now, no more acts One thing I know, alone, the mind runs wild These easy fears set me back again It's one thing I know Step outside your mind for a little while, see it's alright Loss and gain this story of mine Well you realize that it's alright Come just close your eyes for a little while, see it's alright Well is it alright?
4.
Sing your song and carry on Or write it down, it won't take long A lullaby to rest easy Sing your song The light is on but no one's home The soul is safe in the flesh and bone A wishing well so the will keeps strong A wishing well Nagging doubt is creepin' on Life ain't short, baby it's too long Curled up like you're sick, I can't say I get it Just waiting it out
5.
Drums stir the herd We're flies in amber So what we're just little turds Come now friends, we've waited too long Drink up the wine's no good after dawn Drums stir the herd We're flies in amber So what we're just little turds Heads in the sky can only ask why But now ain't a time for whys Leave those at the door It is what it's for Never been so sure It is what it's for
6.
The sun is setting on the sea But will it rise again for me? And what these troubles tryin' to say? Oh Lord I'll understand someday I think I seen your face before Crawlin' back inside the door I think I seen your face before Up to the clouds I send my plea But they hold a ransom over me And tell me mother what you mean When you say life is but a dream You will see past this little ploy You will set free this little boy And he'll save you I drift away into the sea The waves, they pull me underneath The moon is smiling 'cause he sees The waves, they take what's left of me

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released July 8, 2014

All songs written and produced by The Almond Butters

Christian Weber - guitars, vocals, hand claps
Ro-Derrick Branch - keyboards, MC, hand claps
Chris Pickett - bass, hand claps
Kieran Ryan - drums
Gianna Baiges Parrilla - vocals
Ben Weissman - trumpet
Walker Brough - trumpet

Cover art by J. Gravett
picasso9_@hotmail.com

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The Almond Butters Williamsburg, Virginia

Hailing from Williamsburg, VA, The Almond Butters began writing songs and playing local shows in early 2014. The band gained a cult following with its original blend of rock, jazz, and rap. After a brief hiatus, the Butters hope to move on to bigger and better things... ... more

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