To The Bloodline

She only writes love songs and I only of fear
She danced across the stage with her halo
She poured into the limo as I was drawing near
Like something I heard on the radio (she asked me)

Why do you need me boy? Is it to deal with your pain
Your comfortable contradictions and your lies? (she asked me)
Why do you need me boy—is there something I should say?
You’ve been waiting a long long time—and you don’t
wanna wait—
But there ain’t no healing in loving a woman these days.

She sang of the future—I sang of the past
The in betweens have gone forever missing
One thing consumed me—does love ever last?
She said yes if you’ve enough to pay for it (she asked me)

Chorus

She left before I could show her—good ol’ Leonard’s songs
But it’s good when the obstacles just float away
And the dreaded empty feeling—Lord thank you I was wrong
My lonliness molded to peace (she told me)

You know you don’t need me boy—let your heart feel the change
Let your wanderlust burn the sky (she told me)
You know you don’t need me boy—something I should say
You’ve waited a long long time—no sense to live in haste

There ain’t no healing in loving a woman
Just sit back down and sheath your burden
Talk to the clouds if your hearts a hurtin’
Do you hear me now or your ear’s averting?
These days

These Days

GREAT DANE - "PSALM ON SILL" by Tim Novak

Put my dollar down on the fastest thing in sight
Surest thing, if she don’t win I will be hurting
Gambling away my heart on a sleeve leaves you open
Leaves you unguarded
Round and round again they next thing you know
You’re brokenhearted

Graveside of ticket stubs
Empty pockets and she don’t care
You bet on the fastest see how
Fast you lost it—speak dansk to me

Oh my God, can none of this be saved?
Everything I worked is wasted.
Oh my God, why am I in Last place?
I feel haunted by a Great Dane

Everything looks good in the starting box
But a mastiff’s not supposed to run
Leaping for the lure but the lure is fast out of sight
Should’ve bet on a greyhound, on a horse or a car
But I fell for the best and the best cleaned me at the wire

Dry at the wire, wet at the sleeves
This heart indeed is thirsty
Bark at my voice, bark and wake me

Oh my God, can none of this be saved?
Everything I worked is wasted.
Oh my God, why am I in Last place?
I feel haunted by a Great Dane

Waiting at the apron at the escape turn
Marathon maiden you’re slowing down
Won’t even make the far turn run
All my money’s wasted—what do I do now?
My heart’s on a ticket and the ticket’s in the trash
Sleeves rolled up, my arm’s a wreck
Beautiful Dane like a ghost in the night
Fastest thing I’ve seen—all I do is cry
Speak Dansk to Me

GREAT DANE

I’m stuck in the prison on the hill
I’m stuck in the prison on the hill
I don’t know how we do it, how we never get our fill
I’m stuck in the prison on the hill
And the sun refuses to shine
The sun refuses to shine
It’s cold in my prison cell even at noontime
Because the sun refuses to shine
And the river only flows down
The river only flows down
I want to wash my hands there’s no water in the ground
And the river only flows down
The pines keep whispering my name
The pines keep whispering my name
Sure they all know me well but it is only for my shame
That the pines keep whispering my name
And the crow keeps squawking at my sill
The crow keeps squawking at my sill
I want to reach through these prison bars and grab his little bill
Because the crow keeps squawking at my sill
And the moon’s too drunk to rise
The moon’s too drunk to rise
Nighttime so black you can’t tell land from the sky
Because the moon’s too drunk to rise
I’ve found beauty is a fast acting pill
I’ve found beauty is a fast acting pill
It numbs you to the inside and it causes men to kill
That’s why beauty is a fast acting pill
I’ve found money is just a ball and chain
Money is just a ball and chain
Binds your hands and feet and runs cold through your veins
Because money is just a ball and chain

And power is a poor man’s game
Power is a poor man’s game
You sell your soul for the gold in exchange
So power is a poor man’s game
And the devil is the prince of the world
The devil is the prince of the world
He built his kingdom out of human flesh
The devil is the prince of the world


Prison On The Hill

On 14/3/19 Novak & Grumbly met for the first time in a cramped Gun Barrel basement. Utilizing all that they had available to them at the time (loop station, Korg synthesizer, ample guitar effects), they recorded this long form piece of free, dark ambient, experimental, and stoner-rock influenced  music.

1st track from the second session of Novak & Grumbly.
26/6/19

NOVAK/GRUMBLY II

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