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BY YOUR HALO OR THE FORK OF YOUR TONGUE

from HOMUNCULUS by Aaron Brooks

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lyrics

Race, race, the path is picking up
I craved for the gamble, but I never had luck
I traipsed through the mire, in the mire I stuck
Quickly I tired as I fumbled in the muck
Saved, saved, plucked me from the mud
A man with no shadow, but a delicate touch
He pointed his finger and a curtain went up
And an angel on a scaffold sang
What'd never been sung

Hey, made my choices
Hey, drank my poisons
Hey, gotta face the band now
Hey, gotta lend a hand
And God was on the fiddle
And the devil in the middle
Playin' hell upon the beat of a drum

Lies,, lies, can't believe my eyes
God and the Devil playing side by side
An overture of beauty with a darkening tide
I couldn't face the music even though I did try
Say, say, where did it begin
Spun from the awe of original sin
I shied from the devil as he gave me a grin
He said, We play the music that you hear from within

Hey, made my choices
Hey, drank my poisons
Hey, gotta face the band now
Hey, gotta lend a hand
And God was on the fiddle
And we have endeavored
To remain this way together
And it's just the way it always has been

Race, race, pickin' down the pace
I came to the rescue but a little too late
I saw the Madonna on a counterfit stake
Draped in confetti and a profiteers fate
Shame, shame, we're all in the wrong
The priest made a prophet on the crosses he hung
And God made the coffins for proverbial sons
And when the angels wings spread out she sung

Hey, made my choices
Hey, drank my poisons
Hey, gotta face the band now
Hey, gotta lend a hand
I clung to the altar
But my hopes began to falter
When I realized I had never been loved
We traded the teachers
And the prophets for the preachers
Preaching heaven only waits for the dumb
We made here a wager
That we'll know if you're the savior
By your halo or the fork of your tongue

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from HOMUNCULUS, released September 21, 2018

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Aaron Brooks Ingolstadt, Germany

Aaron Brooks is an American singer/songwriter and the former lead singer of the critically acclaimed psychedelic rock band Simeon Soul Charger. Brooks’s style combines 60s/70s psychedelic rock, folk, and orchestral music with cinematic and episodic arrangements and darkly themed lyrics. Brooks released his first solo LP, HOMUNCULUS in 2018 and his follow up JUGGERNAUT is set for release in 2024. ... more

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