Turbines/Pigs (Live at Bush Hall) - Black Country, New Road

Ignore the hole I've dug again It's only for the evening I never wanted you to see that much Of the bodies down there beneath me You are the only one I've known Who broke the world so quietly And turned your perfect hands to me And you ruptured every bone We formed a ring around your home To stop your body leaving But you burned the final question then And you rose out through the ceiling I turn my face and hide in shame You take my tired body in And you wrap it up in your undershirt And you pray for the pain to leave him

Coalman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool He was a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules Coalman Bonner's got a wor' out bow He been playin' two days down a new cut road Now Coalman's little sister said, "You better act right, Coalman Daddy's going to Louisville, he'll be back tonight He gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules Oh, we gonna move to Texas, we just waitin' on news" Now Coalman's daddy, he pulled up in the yard He said, "Back up your lives kids, it's getting too hard Kentucky's alright but there's too many people Well, just the other day, I thought I saw a church steeple" Now Coalman said, "Daddy don't you worry 'bout me I wanna stay here in Kentucky 'til the day I dee I'm wanna drink that sour mash, I'm gonna raise that mare Yeah, I got me a woman with a foxy red hair" "We all been movin' west since the day he got married I'm getting off the wagon, I'm too old to be carried I'm gonna stay in Kentucky where the blue grass grows I'm gonna play it all night down a new cut road" Now Coalman's daddy said, "What's it all comin' to? Young people these days are just stubborn as mules" He can't make 'em go, he's too old for that It's that damned ol' fiddle and that bowler hat Now Coalman's momma said, "Let the boy stay 'Cause he's raised up solid, he can find his own way But as for me, honey, I'm with you I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through" Coalman's little sister, she started in a cry And his daddy shook his hand for the very last time Coalman's momma said, "Somebody gotta do it Wouldn't be no Kentucky, 'less you didn't stick to it, Coalman" Coalman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin Watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune called New Cut Road

Concorde this organ The new one I'm forming It has grown so persistent on you By the morning, I'd fell to my feet And the doctor said, "We are unfortunately Running out of options to treat" What a funny way to speak And you, like Concorde I came, a gentle hill racer I was breathless Upon every mountain Just to look for your light Concorde, I miss you Don't text me 'til winter I can hardly afford A second summer of splinters This staircase, it leads only to Some old pictures of you Through an a-thousand mile long tube Hey, what's a city boy to do? And you, like Concorde I came, a gentle hill racer I was breathless Upon every mountain Just to look for your light But for less than a moment We'd share the same sky And then Isaac will suffer Concorde will fly Concorde, we're old now And you wield a lightsaber And led by the dark to our place on the table So don't tell me you're hungry 'Cause darling, I'm starving myself And I heard you're on Atkins as well I was made to love you Can't you tell? And you, like Concorde I came, a light blue sleeper And I laid dead or twitching For most of the night But I know that you'll be there The Sandman inside And I'll come through like a child And Concorde and I Die free this time

Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow He's been playin' two days down the new cut road Now Coleman's little sister said, "You better act right Coleman Daddy's gone to Louisville, he'll be back tonight He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules Oh and we're gon' move to Texas, we just waitin' on you" Now Coleman's daddy, he pulled up in the yard He said, "Pack up your lives kids it's gettin' too hard Kentucky's alright but there's too many people Oh just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple" Now Coleman said, "Daddy don't you worry 'bout me I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky 'til the day I D I'm gon' drink that sourmash and I'm gon' race that mare Ooh, I've got me a woman with the fox red hair" "Now you all been movin' west since the day you got married Well I'm gettin' off the wagon, daddy I'm too old to be carried I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow And I'm gon' play it all night down the new cut road" Now Coleman's daddy said, "What's it all comin' to? Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules Well you can't make him go, he's too old for that It's that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat" Now Coleman's mama said, "Let the boy stay 'Cause he was raised up solid and he can find his own way But as for me, honey, I'm with you Oh I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through" Now Coleman's little sister then she started into a cryin' And his daddy shook his head for the very last time Coleman's mama said, "Somebody's gotta do it Oh there wouldn't be no Kentucky unless you didn't stick to it Coleman" Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin And he watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon And then he pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune called the New Cut Road

Concorde flies in my room Tears the house to shreds Defines the night as such A home for us, stick insects And leaves no trace of luck At every market town that we intersect I die like 15 times The dark blue stem brings me to their breasts And I'm feeling kinda normal with a packed lunch Train rides don't hurt much these days And we're all working on ourselves And we're praying that the rest don't mind How much we've changed So if you see me looking strange with a fresh style I'm still not feeling that great And then his in soft focus all around you You can't see the football game On my dad's sofa, we are still And we never look at our phones anymore Oh, I can't think of anything better Pick a hair off my sweater And drown in me Like boyfriend jeans Oh, I haven't felt this way in, like, ever I am the convo, you are the weather And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek And it tortures me And I haven't felt this way in, like, ever I am the convo, you are the weather And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek And it tortures me In my bed sheets now wet Of Charlie, I pray to forget All I've been forms the drone We sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me Your crippling interest In my bed sheets now wet Of Charlie, I pray to forget All I've been forms the drone We sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me Your crippling interest Oh, in my bed sheets now wet Of Charlie, I pray to forget All I've been forms the drone We sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me Your crippling interest

And though England is mine, I must leave it all behind The war is over Lift the anchor, set an open course The New York state lines I think of all that went wrong The sailor boys line up in a song and they sing Of London Love thy neighbor Will it really last? Anytime What's that, that you said to me Oh, I'm a chaos space marine So what, I love you Darling, will you take my metal hand? It's cold In time, you will find These things take up space inside your mind Where you could be keeping honest thoughts of the sea alone So I'm leaving this body And I'm never coming home again, yeah I'll bury the hatchet Between the window and the kingdom of men, oh I'm becoming a worm now And I'm looking for a place to live, yeah Here I come now In time you will find These things take up In time you will find These things take up In time, you will find These things take you And now, so long chumps! I'm coming home (Oh, yeah) Billie Eilish style (oh, na-na-na) A concorde will fly (oh, na-na-na) (Oh, na-na-na) ignore the hole I've dug again Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na)