My pandemic song. Everyone’s got one.

All lyrics & music by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Everyone is struggling to breathe
The air outside is death
Now we’ve all got a corpse to grieve 
So smoke your last cigarette

‘Cause when you wake up, more are lost 
You’re either in your deathbed or next
Wondering when all will be okay enough to say we‘ll again see the light of day
There is no hiding from the plague

Better panic, hoard, or thieve
before you’re snuffed out 
Pray to whatever god you believe
and hope that you have clout

‘Cause when you wake up, dirty and poor
You’re either in your deathbed or in debt
Wondering when all will be okay enough to say 
we can go back to life today
There is no hiding from the plague

Fate is unfair, but don’t despair
Every now and then we need to be knocked down a peg
Oh yeah

‘Cause when you wake up and half the world is gone
You’re either in your deathbed or depressed
Wondering how nothing is the same enough to say you’d rather die anyway 
There is no hiding from the plague
There is no hiding from the plague
There is no hiding

The Plague

All music/lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Reach down beneath your boots
Yank me out by the root
I’m a dried-up nothing, shriveling in the sun
The ground is sour where I come from

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
However high they grow, you know I’ll be gone then
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Dirty mouth, bellyful of mud
Maggots squirm in every word that I’ve sung
Some are born to rot, guaranteed
I only know how to sow bad seeds

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Forever high they’ll grow in a space no one will tend
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

In a bed of dirt baking ‘neath the sun
Death’s breath on my neck, I no longer run

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Remember why they grow and where it all began
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Deep In The Garden

All music & lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Pain in my bones,
it won’t leave me alone,
and sleep is just a notion
Thoughts go up a fiery blaze
I lie and watch the licking flames
Choking and smoking
Choking and smoking

Incubating suffering
Floating down a whiskey stream
Drunken and hopeless
Slit my jugular on a jagged rock
Dripping bloody lemon drops
Feel the life drain from my head
Feel the life drain from my head

Gone, gone, gone
My mind has gone
Now I just waste all my time 
Crooked and clueless,
Completely useless
In a phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria 

On the bank and watching me
OxyContin beauty queen
Electric red hair
All heartsick, ribs and atrophy
Waving at me frantically,
but I can’t be there
No, I can’t be there

Gone, gone, gone
My mind has gone
Now I just waste all my time 
Crooked and clueless,
Completely useless
In a phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria

Phantasmagoria

Original song by Dred Fouglas. 

Enjoy them extra loud fornicating cicadas in the background.

Lyrics:

Bet you’ll see my swollen half-dead carcass
on a highway side 
thumbing for a ride
Buzzards circling overhead 
just biding time 
‘til I go belly-up in the red sunshine

I swear by the devil and the moon
When I die, I’ll leave a mess for you
Just for you

Been a white-trash-dirt-poor 
bastard all of my damn life
I’ve got a tongue like a knife
Ain’t no blood pumping through my veins, 
it’s hard liquor and grease 
and hate that fuels this beast

I swear by the devil and the moon
I will not die ‘fore I’ve sang my roadkill blues

My trailer-park heart’s nicotine stained
Batter and abuse
It’s all I know, it’s all I do
Don’t you waste no ill will on me
They’re waitin’ for me in hell 
to claim my fiery jail cell 

I swear by the devil and the moon
When I die, I’ll leave a mess for you
I swear by the devil and the moon
I will not die ‘fore I’ve sang my roadkill blues

Roadkill Blues

What It Seems To Be

All music & lyrics by Dred Fouglas


Lyrics: 

Hold on to my horns, babe,
there's a little place I want to take you 
Where the graveyard hounds howl all night,
and the moon shines its mad jack-o'-lantern light
Come on, give me your witchy love
Witchy love

Gonna lay you down on my tombstone, girl
All lit up with will-o'-the-wisp 
Not a pair of living eyes for miles,
only the vacant stares of skulls left in piles 
Come on, give me your witchy love
Give me your witchy love
Witchy love 

Been dying just to lick your 
broken-glass body with my forked tongue
Watch me burn my name into your skin
You’ll never want to leave here again
Burn my name into your skin
You’ll never want to leave here again
Come on, give me your witchy love
Give me your witchy love
Give me your witchy love

Witchy Love

Lyrics/Music: Dred Fouglas
Spooky Poetry Reading: Spooky Early Gancrowl


Lyrics:


Going up in smoke
into the lungs of Old Grimlow
Who just wants his life left alone
To be high in his haunted home
Rubbing the madness from his bones
All night long groaning at her shadow
Looking like decay wrapped in a leather coat
His mind filled with burnholes 

Going up in smoke
‘round the bonfire of junkie souls
Spending endless nights in moth-eaten clothes 
Watching the larva of his past hatch and grow
Nowhere to run ‘cause she’ll always show
She’s the feeling like the tightening of a rope
She’s the feeling like the tightening of a rope

Old Grimlow

A cover from one of my biggest inspirations and incredible songwriter Shadow of the Hatman.

Fell Apart Too Fast [Shadow Of The Hatman cover]

A Dred Fuggly original.


Lyrics:

Can’t say it’s fair that something’s always wrong
Just a blind man trying to chase the fog
Curled up and talking to the pills on my pillow
about a thousand reasons not to say no

If I only knew how to fly with the best of ‘em all
If I only knew how to burn out bright before I fall

A crow comes to perch upon my window
I don’t think it’s here to say hello
It’s plain to see its reaction to me
An omen to those who are dying

If I only knew how to fly with the best of ‘em all
If I only knew how to burn out bright before I
If I only knew how to fly
If I only knew how to burn out bright

Burn Out

A cover from one of the most gifted songwriters I’ve ever known: the late great BIG Jim Rogers.

She Stands Above You [Jim Rogers cover]

Sister Scarlet

A collab between Dred Fouglas & Shadow of the Hatman.

Dred Fouglas: Vox, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Lyrics
Shadow of the Hatman: Drums, Backing Vox

Lyrics:

This bitter road is all I’ve known
Pitch black and ever winding
like the spine of some spiteful soul
Here no light can find me
Only nightmares and crushing lows
down this trail of misfortune
Born to spread this grief that fills my lungs,
‘cause grief is my infection

Breathe it in, to me it feels like home
It feels like rain when you’re alone 
A dying friend when you need them most
A violin when it plays sad notes A candle blowing out when you see your loved one’s ghost 

This bitter road will not dead end,
I just pave it further every day
Made from all the things I try to forget
as they burn away my brain

Breathe it in, to me it smells like home
It feels like shame when you atone
A dying dream when you want it most
A bloody hand when you cut too close A glimpse of paradise when you’re trapped on Bitter Road

There is no wind that blows
No pretty trees or stars
And I don’t remember 
where they’ve gone
The darkness pressed against my skin
I’ve lost the will to care
The man that’s standing here is gone, gone, gone
There is no weapon greater than the emotional scar
This bitter road is my cell

Bitter Road

All lyrics/instruments by Dred Fouglas.



Lyrics:

What if I can’t be the same?
Don’t fit the shackles of a modern slave
I belong to the wind, the sun and the rain,
and the bed of earth on which I lay

Oh, what would you do
without money consuming you?
A curse has taken Man,
and I won’t survive their concrete land

What’s the point in killing yourself
for four walls and a roof over your filth?
Why keep your soul trapped behind bars
down in the basement of your heart?

Oh, what would you be
if you had that chance to be free,
to live instead of working to death,
and dream before the dark settles in

So many years ago
Things weren’t like this 
No big skyscrapers
Green untouched woods
Someone help me out
Make me understand
Why we’re all building blocks
just stacking up on top,
building to our end?
We think we understand
We think we have it all planned
Building to our end
Building to our end
Building to our end

Building Blocks

An antique Gloomgrass recording just trying to keep alive. Quality is shoddy, warts and all. 

Dred Fouglas: Acoustic guitars, Vox, Bass, Lead Guitar, Lyrics
Early Gancrowl: Piano, Keyboard Drums, Harmony Vox

Trapped

Original Dreadful Fouglas tune. 


Lyrics:

She left last night, shaken up inside 
Woke the angry hive in her stomach
Buzzing throat, suicide note
Crying on the shoulder of her conscience 
Three young shades floating in the rain
Following the blade in her pocket
She left last night and terrible scene behind 
Crying on the picture in her locket 

We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 

He drank last night then went for a drive
Riding that high down the mountain
Spinning head, swerving ‘round the bends
All the money spent in his wallet
One wedding ring, a pretty blonde thing,
nice and distracting from those problems
He drank last night, but did not survive
the tree that missed his eyes at the bottom

We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually

We All Crack

A Dredful H. Fouglas original.


Lyrics:

Waist-deep and wading through your limbo
I wanna be cold-footed on solid ground 
The rotting dead in your little pond brought invasion
In lampreys I am waist-deep,
when all I ever want is to deep sleep

A legion of bad years 
and abuse biting at my ankles
Don’t remember how you got me here,
sinking in your mind

I spot your lizard eyes in this mudhole,
just glaring back with malicious intent
I hear your ragged breathing, pulsating and putrid
Further I go in your waters
just like a pig to the slaughter

A legion of bad years 
and abuse leaving me in shambles 
Don’t remember how you got me here,
sinking in your mind
A legion of bad years 
and abuse surrounding me in shadow
Don’t remember how you got me here,
sinking in your mind

Sinking In Your Mind

Original Fouglas.


Lyrics:

She’s living in a tomb
amongst the insects and ghouls
Fallen from earth
in a land beyond sleep and waking
Whenever she closes her eyes
she’s lost to the spirals
Spinning in a hex,
in an echo of truth,
in a dream that can’t die

Yet you carry her like an ache in your head
And as you walk through your days
just thinking and seething, 
though you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

She’s broken into fragments
of ugly scenes you must forget
You still feel her
and, of course, she still haunts you
Is she still buried out there 
in Satan’s junkyard 
‘neath the iron and rust 
and red rotting branches?

Yet you’re driving her like a nail in your coffin 
And as you swallow more pills
all wasted, sedated,
‘cause you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

Nail In Your Coffin

Working on a new project. 
Just a temporary teaser for what’s to come. 
Will eventually take this down.

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys


Lyrics:

She slithered out from her midnight palace 
lonely, wet and filled with malice
Took the form of a grinning temptress 
hungry for your deepest weakness

Sadie changes her many faces 
‘til she finds the one you want

So there I was, just some easy prey
Unwitting, in the woods I lay
Jungle green eyes, how they hypnotized 
my will, my mind, turned my blood to wine

Sadie changes her many faces 'til she finds the one you want
Once you've accepted its perfection, she'll show you the serpent

Sadie changes her many faces 'til she finds the one you want
Once her sadness has driven you to madness,
then it’s time, she’ll swallow you whole

Sadie

Another track from the new project. Just temporary. Hope ya’ll like it.

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Bass, Vox, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys


Lyrics:

I fear for my life, how about you?
There’s cameras in the sky, ants in my soup
The whispering I hear
from a box I keep upstairs
She didn’t belong here, but her parts I used

Now I’m never leaving home, 
they’re waiting for me out there
What I do when I’m alone,
it’s not for them to share
I’ve made my bed of bones,
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

I drank her horny milk and let her legs do the talkin’
Big dark birds flew out when she started coughin’
Her shit-eatin’ cow eyes
and red lips that smiled so wide 
That poltergeist arrived as her face softened

Now I’m never leaving home, 
they know too much out there
What I do when I’m alone,
it’s my cross to bear      
I’ve made my bed of bones,
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

Swinging from a rope tonight in the gallows of the soul With wild eyes and curled lip     I show my teeth to the world

Now I’m never leaving home     
I’ll hang above this chair
What I do when I’m alone,
Won’t be around to care
I’ve made my bed of bones
Its headboard my own tombstone 
now I’m the one that has to lie in it
I’ve made my bed of bones
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

I feared for my life, how about you?
Roaches in my mind, piss in my shoes

Bed Of Bones

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys, Vocals, Lyrics
Jayman: Spoken Word Vocals, Scream Vocals



Lyrics:

Eyes burned from the sun 
Knee deep in the mud
and god in tune
The piss on my grave
The flood on my face
All brand new
And it will erase
all of my mistakes,
born anew
Will I get my legs?
Will I get my eyes or will you?

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head

A resurrected waste
See my rotting face
and know I’m doom
I claw at the earth,
wrapped in afterbirth
and nightmare wounds

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Spit on my grave
Spit on my grave

Spit On My Grave

Disclaimer: This is only a cover. All rights are reserved by Tom Waits.
This is only my rendition of his brilliant tune "Blue Valentines."

Blue Valentines [Tom Waits cover]

Original song by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Well, shit’s went south long as I remember
Black cat hissing at me under a ladder
All banged up, reaching for my wallet
Only found a knife and the devil in my pocket
Thought about a way to sneak up into heaven
When God ain’t lookin’, I’ll take an angel hostage
All banged up and done with hard livin’,
‘cause the bad gets worse, and my sick is turnin’ septic

Please, take me from this earth
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse

Another day ends choking me to sleep 
in a dive-bar haze while the stray souls drink
Woke up deaf from the alleyway’s scream
I tipped my hat to the ghost leavin’ me
A lady walkin’ by spat in my direction 
A city dove seemed to laugh at my rejection
So, again I go, circles in the gloom
in this rickety heart of an old, empty room

Please, take me from this earth
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse
I’ll trade in my bones for the dirt 
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse

Please, take me
Can I get a do-over?
I don’t wanna be
Next round I’ll do better
Please, take me
Can I get a do-over?
I don’t wanna be
Next round I’ll do better

Lingering Curse

Original song by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

How the sun swims lonely through
the blessed baby blue
like a ship marooned at sea,
like the home that I outgrew

I'm a lone wayward man
breathing the wind of footloose dreams,
bathing in sweet summery streams,
thirsty for more traveling days
My road to freedom brightly gleams

I'm a lone wayward man
singing up the moonrise
far away, so far away,
from all I've known, from all I own: lies

I'm a lone wayward man
I'm a lone wayward man

Wayward Man

Original song by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Drifting down West 18th Street, Chicago
Oh, man, it's got me feelin' low, low, low
A sad-eyed bum's beggin' for change in the rain, rain, rain
Slurring the blues; the cheap city booze churning his brain
And it's low, low, low,
this Chicago Sorrow

Bitterly I watch the fuss of beeping cars,
they look like sewer rats trapped in jars
What a sorry way of life, one that money runs
We're all wasting away in concrete prisons
Yes, it's low, low, low, 
this Chicago Sorrow
And I can't shake it off,
can't shake it off, no,
the Chicago sorrow

Chicago Sorrow

Dred Fouglas: Guitar/Vox/Lyrics.
Added drums and bass from some talented friends through Wikiloops.

Lyrics:

Trails of vapor in the sky
that scar the frail cheek of day
Evaporate like a morning mist
into the grey
I don’t know where I’m going,
but I know I’ll be there soon
Somewhere lost in the leaves,
or the memories of June

You know, it’s almost a shame, but it’s only goodbye 
Goodbye

May my body burn to ashes
May my ashes grow a tree
Where the doves will come to cry
and mourn for me
I hope to find celestial cities
The eternal dance of lights
Where the frosty voice of God
solemnly invites

You know, it’s almost a shame, but it’s only goodbye 
You know, it’s almost a shame, but it’s only goodbye

It’s Only Goodbye

All instruments and music by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Typhoon Alabama, you can’t blow me down
Sidewalk thumping like a bad migraine in a desperate town
Swallow all the rain falling, black juice bog water, ‘til I drown
Trench coat wet with the tears I’ve wept over some dead hound 

Cracking the back of a stiff old hag in the alley gloom
Shivering rats hoarding street trash back to their dumpster room
Salivating switchblade deep in a neck vein, gone too soon 
The heart’s most foul in Early Gancrowl ever since he left the womb

Early Gancrowl

All instruments and music by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Won’t you save a wounded animal
bleeding in the goddamn road?
What will it take to make you come?
Saw off a leg, bite off my tongue?
Them crows are pecking at my heart
‘neath the dead oak tree in your backyard
I see you through your window without a care
Can’t stomach the thought of me not in there

I drag my muddy trail of sorries to your door
Why can’t you just forgive me like you did before?
Don’t leave me lowly, choking on this cold darkness alone
Mercy kill me, help me out of this miserable flesh I own

Help!

Won’t you save a wounded animal
bleeding at your goddamn door?

Wounded Animal

Dred Fouglas- Guitars, Bass, Vox, Lyrics
Shadow Of The Hatman - Drums
Early Gancrowl - Lyrics Contribution

Lyrics:

Were we close? 
Were we friends? 
Not sure, but it was fun back then
Do you remember? 
Well, I don't
Feels like we're all just walking with ghosts

Walking in a photograph
like a sad lost thing
Walking with ghosts
that used to know me
If you try to find me, 
I will be walking with ghosts
Walking with ghosts

I have been hollowed out 
and filled with something else
Old lives, they hover in shadows
and when we talk, we’re talking with ghosts

Talking to a photograph
that I’ll always keep
Talking with ghosts
that used to know me
As tomorrow leaves me
I will be talking with ghosts
Talking with ghosts

When the sober morning comes to show 
the past has gone away
Our translucent bodies lay below 
in a memory grave
We are nobody

Walking in a photograph
of forgotten dreams
Walking with ghosts
that used to know me
The days worth living behind me
So, I will be walking with ghosts
Walking with ghosts

Walking With Ghosts

Partly Cloudy With A Chance Of Spring

Music & Lyrics by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Gnawing on my bones tonight,
the teeth of a winter’s cold
Shivering narcosis
and naked on the floor
Hazy snowflake symphony 
Heartstrings plucked with icy nails
Dressed in dreams, this jezebel 
Did she slip me the pill?

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Whispered incantations
Words like heroin
No more am I shaking
Sweet oblivion 
I lie here staring into 
her eyes of frozen lakes
My godless soul trapped underneath,
yelling out my name 

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Hope I let no demons in
Hope I let no demons in

Hope I Let No Demons In

A dark bluesy number recorded years ago under a different project name “Father Stone & Mourning Son.”

Dred Fouglas: Guitar, Vox, Lyrics
Early Gancrowl: Harmony Vox, Mandolin, Super real rattlesnake noises


Lyrics:

A crooked moon has risen from your heart
Grinning through a midnight so unkind
I drag my heels down this sadly silent hill
alone to leave this crying soul behind

Gonna find me a graveyard
Gonna bury my head and rest 
‘neath a weathered tombstone unnamed
May the hell you gave me
limp back to your door
A huge hungry demon enraged

Do you hear me laughing, girl?
Laughing as I beg for death
Yeah, I know you’re moaning, girl
I can smell your sad harlot breath

Oh, soon you’ll miss me
Oh, soon you’ll miss me,
but I’ll be bones in the ground

Gonna Find Me A Graveyard

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

Dred Fouglas

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