Crooked Fingers is the current project from Archers of Loaf frontman Eric Bachmann. Intense and sad. Get into it…
Watch the video for “A New Drink for the Old Drunk”
Blue eyes of fire
Sweet desire is bitter torture
You are no father’s daughter
No man has this much to offer
Skin dark as sin
Soft and when we took cover
From the rain and the thunder
Under stained glass we did slumber
‘Til the sun came out to blind us
So we could not see anything
So we knew at once we were meant to be
And we heard the gods all rise and say
The love we made was no lie
With thirty years of hopes and fears breathing down my neck
Such a sad sad thing I set you free ’cause I can’t get you back
You are fire and you are water and when you dance it is torture
Maybe some night by the gray light of the dull moon we can meet
Tangled in twine
We have climbed we have wrangled
Shiny sequined sparked and spangled
Our hearts iron cuffed and mangled
We spen the night
By the side of the water and
Past the breakers and the markers
We swam out into the darkness
‘Til we could not feel the bottom
‘Til we could not feel anything
And the shoreline slowly drifted out of reach
As the moon shone down and the ocean heaved
And darkness gave to the light
With thirty years of hopes and fears breathing down my neck
Such a sad sad thing I set you free ’cause I can’t get you back
You are fire you are water and when you dance it is torture
Maybe someday on the bottom of the ocean we can meet
Though we know if we do we can never leave
‘Cause the moment that we turn away
The gods will say the love we made was a lie