Backwater Distillers - Margaux Cordova

We were young girls in a small world I'm on your doorstep man Ringing your bell again Ringing your bell again We were young girls in a small world I'm on your doorstep man Ringing your bell again Ringing your bell again I'm sorry Gerti Rouge, all that you're through Looking for love that never stabbed your heart And probably never will It's a lie when you are telling the truth It's the truth when you are telling a lie Spread your legs then get down on your knees And pray it never happens again We were young girls in a small world I'm on your doorstep man Ringing your bell again Ringing your bell again We were young girls in a small world I'm on your doorstep man Ringing your bell again Ringing your bell again Well, here I am, on your doorstep again I let the winds of time pass through my life Oh, maybe there's an end Who the fuck protects you? Who the fuck is going to resurrect you? It's a sorrowed truth, the truth is not a lie Come on up baby, don't go and burn in the fire

And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change And when I shoulda been gone a long time Laughs and says, I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Hey, I'm blind Good, fine Roll the time On whose dime And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change

It's going down, tonight in this town 'Cause they stare and growl, they all stare and growl I take a scar, everytime I cry 'Cause it ain't my style, no, it ain't my style Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel Take this life and end this struggle Los Angeles, come scam me, please Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6:00 a.m. With your bag lady friend and your mind descending Stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in Hell, so down we go They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings It's a ghost town, rabid underworld Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight A mirage come up, it never ends Once you get burnt, you're never the same Left behind, erased from time Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here We don't rest in peace, we just disappear So here we are, Los Angeles No angels singing in your valley of unease I watch the sun roll down the Pacific Over hookered Sunset Strip They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings

It was a quarter to four AM Alone in my kitchenette That's where I met Bernadette And I still can see her now First she kicked on the wash machine Streaked 'cross my TV screen Rustled the magazines And blew my candle out But how many days passed since then? Since I saw her silhouette Now I want her back again Oh, my Bernadette It was the strangest of summer dreams Those nights she spent haunting me She touched me 'cross centuries And I never felt alone But one morning I knew she'd gone Left the lights and Victrola on And I woke to the saddest song A tune from long ago Now it feels like I lost a friend And I find myself wondering Will she haunt my home again? Oh, my Bernadette And each night when I go to bed I leave one candle flickering She finds her way back again Oh, my Bernadette