Down the street,
A battle fought under her feet,
The blood shed spread, oh so discreet,
The bayonet sheath.
Through the town,
Each smile a gunshot for the crown,
Uplifting words to bring her down,
An unsound sound.
The red coat of a rose,
Cannon fodder for his prose,
Aimed at posers he deposed,
If anybody showed him how.
The song birds learn the wrong words,
The flowers guard their wares at pistil point,
No sense to beat around the bush old boy.
No olive branch,
The twigs have snapped,
The peaches deep inside feel pitiful,
The grapes of wrath produce more than a wine.
Words clang like swords,
Towards a heart that's hard to beat,
Handsome hands poorly cover,
A smile that bears its teeth.
No discourse could plot
this course to her core,
Stumped she cuts the poetry
versus her heart no more.
No spear to shake,
To tame the shrew,
Tulips to her,
Two lips may do.
Time now for slumber
Love so deep its six feet under
Why write the prose
Just decompose
And maybe he'll be the flower that he chose
Don't gripe, get ripe
She shows off he's not her type with speckled spots and rot
crimson dots
A very blueberry not so hot to trot
Down the street, a battle fought under her feet
credits
from Fruit of The Doom and The Last Harvest,
released August 9, 2018
Kaitlin Pelkey: Lead Vocals
Andres Ramos: Piano
Rodrigo Delgado: Electric Bass
Maddy Parascandola: Backup Vocals
Arnaldo Laboy: Puerto Rican Cuatro
Rob Flax: Violin, Mandola, Mandolin, Tabla, Viola
Audrey Buddington: Violin
Michael Whalen: Vibraphone
Alana Dym: Marimba
Paul Meland: Tenor Saxophone
Brock Benzel: Theremin, Guitar
Ansel Barnum: Harmonica
Dylan Sherry: Alto Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone
Rafael Horowitz: Oboe
Production: Rodrigo Delgado
Lyrics/Composition/Arrangement: Andres Ramos
