Falling off the edge
Standing up again
Braced with swords and scars
As I rip its skin
Blood rains from the sky
And I look at it
Wish I could deny
I loved every bit
But what I couldn't see
That blood came from me
Pain pervades my arm
Tryn'a stop it with my palm
Oh, mighty adventurer, what have you seen?
Can you tell me the stories of your queen?
Or one of fighting the beast
which crushed our kingdom like a bean
Well paid, well fed
is what I ain't
Remarkable, right?
Hah! You bet
Steel burns from the fire
spit by dragons
This is more rewarding
than you ever can (be)
But what I couldn't see
The dragon's 'bout to rip me
Truly gallantly does it fly
Over my weak body
Oh, mighty adventurer, what have you seen?
Can you tell me the stories of your queen?
Or one of fighting the beast
which crushed our kingdom like a bean
Cruelly pleasant in its own way
Cruelly pleasant in its own way
Cruelly pleasant in its own way
Cruelly pleasant in its own way
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019