Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth
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โฑ๏ธ 6:27 duration
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I'd seen the bloodlands of Antietam
The shotgun shack in Tupelo
But a brick circumference left hollow by Sherman
Crumbling before me how it moaned
His shape swallows my recollection
That phantom silhouette implied
Strange fruit rotting from an airborne and hotter than hell
Is this the king's last man I've spied?
I stood there beside my companion
Scratching a rumor he had heard
Do you have a gun?
What? He said, yeah, you mean this one?
Straight down the barrel was his word
And I smelt the fumes he inhaled swiftly
Each word was hinged upon his choke
Like kudzu creeping up a state tree discretely
Forever bending as it broke
And I heard the jangling keys of Graceland
Ring from his teeth stained brown from coke
Drunk and stumbling like a man of distinction
They clamored shaking as he spoke
Of droves of pilgrims at his doorway
Of Reagan, Carter, Clinton, Gore
Fortunes offered them, refused routinely
This ain't no damn auction house he swore
Black male standing around 6 foot something
Ebbs through the waves of small town blight
A minute coldly from southern affection
Collides secretly into night
Forgive those who trespass against us
Began as the dead intruders plea
Into the very muzzle I'd once peered into
He gives the last words he will speak
But that broken glass supports forced entry
Reminds his lawyer through the phone
What southern judge do you know, comforting gently
Who jails white men who defend their home
No souls were present for the moment
His bombed out brick walls finally fell
Lying face down in the throes of atonement
Checked out of the Heartbreak Hotel
He was the uncast shadow of a southern myth
The shotgun shack in Tupelo
But a brick circumference left hollow by Sherman
Crumbling before me how it moaned
His shape swallows my recollection
That phantom silhouette implied
Strange fruit rotting from an airborne and hotter than hell
Is this the king's last man I've spied?
I stood there beside my companion
Scratching a rumor he had heard
Do you have a gun?
What? He said, yeah, you mean this one?
Straight down the barrel was his word
And I smelt the fumes he inhaled swiftly
Each word was hinged upon his choke
Like kudzu creeping up a state tree discretely
Forever bending as it broke
And I heard the jangling keys of Graceland
Ring from his teeth stained brown from coke
Drunk and stumbling like a man of distinction
They clamored shaking as he spoke
Of droves of pilgrims at his doorway
Of Reagan, Carter, Clinton, Gore
Fortunes offered them, refused routinely
This ain't no damn auction house he swore
Black male standing around 6 foot something
Ebbs through the waves of small town blight
A minute coldly from southern affection
Collides secretly into night
Forgive those who trespass against us
Began as the dead intruders plea
Into the very muzzle I'd once peered into
He gives the last words he will speak
But that broken glass supports forced entry
Reminds his lawyer through the phone
What southern judge do you know, comforting gently
Who jails white men who defend their home
No souls were present for the moment
His bombed out brick walls finally fell
Lying face down in the throes of atonement
Checked out of the Heartbreak Hotel
He was the uncast shadow of a southern myth
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.29] I'd seen the bloodlands of Antietam
[00:31.58] The shotgun shack in Tupelo
[00:36.98] But a brick circumference left hollow by Sherman
[00:44.15] Crumbling before me how it moaned
[00:49.60] His shape swallows my recollection
[00:56.83] That phantom silhouette implied
[01:03.14] Strange fruit rotting from an airborne and hotter than hell
[01:09.46] Is this the king's last man I've spied?
[01:15.79] I stood there beside my companion
[01:22.18] Scratching a rumor he had heard
[01:28.40] Do you have a gun?
[01:29.39] What? He said, yeah, you mean this one?
[01:34.76] Straight down the barrel was his word
[01:40.14] And I smelt the fumes he inhaled swiftly
[01:47.39] Each word was hinged upon his choke
[01:53.69] Like kudzu creeping up a state tree discretely
[01:59.93] Forever bending as it broke
[02:06.30] And I heard the jangling keys of Graceland
[02:12.66] Ring from his teeth stained brown from coke
[02:19.00] Drunk and stumbling like a man of distinction
[02:25.27] They clamored shaking as he spoke
[02:31.59] Of droves of pilgrims at his doorway
[02:37.84] Of Reagan, Carter, Clinton, Gore
[02:44.10] Fortunes offered them, refused routinely
[02:50.51] This ain't no damn auction house he swore
[02:56.89] Black male standing around 6 foot something
[03:03.11] Ebbs through the waves of small town blight
[03:09.42] A minute coldly from southern affection
[03:15.70] Collides secretly into night
[03:21.13] Forgive those who trespass against us
[03:28.45] Began as the dead intruders plea
[03:34.70] Into the very muzzle I'd once peered into
[03:41.02] He gives the last words he will speak
[03:47.32] But that broken glass supports forced entry
[03:52.75] Reminds his lawyer through the phone
[03:59.12] What southern judge do you know, comforting gently
[04:05.46] Who jails white men who defend their home
[04:11.70] No souls were present for the moment
[04:18.09] His bombed out brick walls finally fell
[04:25.26] Lying face down in the throes of atonement
[04:30.68] Checked out of the Heartbreak Hotel
[04:37.00]
[05:14.90] He was the uncast shadow of a southern myth
[06:10.85]
[00:31.58] The shotgun shack in Tupelo
[00:36.98] But a brick circumference left hollow by Sherman
[00:44.15] Crumbling before me how it moaned
[00:49.60] His shape swallows my recollection
[00:56.83] That phantom silhouette implied
[01:03.14] Strange fruit rotting from an airborne and hotter than hell
[01:09.46] Is this the king's last man I've spied?
[01:15.79] I stood there beside my companion
[01:22.18] Scratching a rumor he had heard
[01:28.40] Do you have a gun?
[01:29.39] What? He said, yeah, you mean this one?
[01:34.76] Straight down the barrel was his word
[01:40.14] And I smelt the fumes he inhaled swiftly
[01:47.39] Each word was hinged upon his choke
[01:53.69] Like kudzu creeping up a state tree discretely
[01:59.93] Forever bending as it broke
[02:06.30] And I heard the jangling keys of Graceland
[02:12.66] Ring from his teeth stained brown from coke
[02:19.00] Drunk and stumbling like a man of distinction
[02:25.27] They clamored shaking as he spoke
[02:31.59] Of droves of pilgrims at his doorway
[02:37.84] Of Reagan, Carter, Clinton, Gore
[02:44.10] Fortunes offered them, refused routinely
[02:50.51] This ain't no damn auction house he swore
[02:56.89] Black male standing around 6 foot something
[03:03.11] Ebbs through the waves of small town blight
[03:09.42] A minute coldly from southern affection
[03:15.70] Collides secretly into night
[03:21.13] Forgive those who trespass against us
[03:28.45] Began as the dead intruders plea
[03:34.70] Into the very muzzle I'd once peered into
[03:41.02] He gives the last words he will speak
[03:47.32] But that broken glass supports forced entry
[03:52.75] Reminds his lawyer through the phone
[03:59.12] What southern judge do you know, comforting gently
[04:05.46] Who jails white men who defend their home
[04:11.70] No souls were present for the moment
[04:18.09] His bombed out brick walls finally fell
[04:25.26] Lying face down in the throes of atonement
[04:30.68] Checked out of the Heartbreak Hotel
[04:37.00]
[05:14.90] He was the uncast shadow of a southern myth
[06:10.85]