The Tram

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Before Color

Track One of my new true-crime AllOne album "Dusty Dossiers", a dark, jazzy EP produced by Savannah producer DOPE KNIFE and released on CT's FAKE FOUR INC.  These stories are all non-fiction and deeply researched from the incredible podcast "Criminal"  (check them out at www.thisiscriminal.com). Download the album for the price of your choice on the Fake Four Inc. website BUY link to get an incredible PDF photo/lyric book.

Lyrics:
Fourth of July New Hampshire it is,
off on a drive now Gehring is pissed,
divorcing his wife now sharing the kids
with “poor Teri Knight” unfair little bitch!
 
At 14, Sarah amused from the window,
Phillip, 11, enthused by the big show's
missiles, Manuel brutal, a sicko
explodes too as he fumes over insults

miss those usual routes to the kids' home,
grips holster, dim moon is a sickle 
pistol joins in the booming that's in vogue
ripped holes gruesomely through where their grins go

after the blasphemous act his van is a madhouse,
parody act of a Dad as they're fastened and strapped down,
Manuel panicking, New Hampshire fast in the background
burying bagging he's practically been blacked out 

Chorus (Terri)
No person should have to bury their children
Never mind WANT to, after they've killed them
plagued by questions a parent is filled with
Please help me find Sarah and Phillip

No person should have to bury their children
never mind WANT TO, after they've killed them
crave my answers I ask could they still live?
Please help me find Sarah and Phillip

in a week in the west they catch the cold psycho
he then confessed, depressed in his own trial,
he then attempts directing them towards child bones
heathen forgets, at best “its in Ohio”

That's all from the Dad, cause it all went black
recalls what he can as he scrawls them a map,
ironic and sad, unconsciously stabs
when the drawing he has is a Toddler's craft

concrete slabs like monument drafts 
green pump, tall grass and some logs in a stack
offering that to absolve what he has done
strangles himself and their door to the facts shut


Chorus ( Stephanie)
No person should have to bury their children
Never mind WANT to, after they've killed them
I'll search silent to spare you the built up
I swear I'll find Sarah and Phillip

No person should have to bury their children
never mind WANT TO, after they've killed them
grief is a death tax, Charon will bill us
I swear I'll find Sarah and Phillip

2 years through this, clues all useless
Feds look fruitless, press push news clips
a clarion call to Samaritans “please search”
clarity's all and the burial deserved   
 
who reads it? Stephanie Dietrich, a grocer,
Deeply felt Terri Knight's pleading for closure
A mother, she empathized grief even closer,
sees it her home turf? “Ricco lets go search”
  
untold, humble, salt of the earth make
dug those chuck holes mocking the worst graves
 Gung-Ho Pup, no halting the search made
runs roads months flow calls into work late!

Nice Cujo with a fine-tuned nose
piled loose notes, Steph's fine-toothed comb
 mine crude holes, won't quite lose hope
we will fly you home and then find tombstones

The pup chose to sit in some snow by the road,
uncovers the kids, “when you know then you know”
Ricco beside her, she needs no admirers
she says “it's just how some how people are wired”

The Tram

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