He's the one who sent me here
To sing you one last song
To make you smile, to bring you back
But I'm the one who's singing you
These new words to familiar tunes
To make you feel the love you lack
So pay me no heed, I'm just a messenger
Bringing you sweet nothings from your man in Cell Block 5
And come the spring, he'll be a free bird ready to alight
On the courthouse steps and collect his bride
Believe me when I tell you
My intentions they are pure
But I see what it is he sees in you
When a man gets to pouring out
Another man's heart, it's bound to happen:
Some of mine leaked too
So pay me no heed, I'm just a messenger
Writing you these songs on behalf of your man in the county jail
And come the spring, I'll be a caged bird singing to myself
And you will wear that veil
This is my confession now:
I meant every word I sang
(Every word)
And I know that when your man gets out
He'll want to mount my head on his wall
(I've been warned)
But we could pass like a fever
From this town before the church bells even rang
(We'd head west)
And if spring comes and he finds us
Then for you, my love, I'll gladly take the fall
Really puts the "hammer" in hammered dulcimer. Meditative, droning, misanthropic black metal with an unusual instrument at the center of it all. The Camellias