She got graveyard eyes,
Cemetery smile,
She'll make you beg for the killing floor,
Oh, she’s the mother of lies.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
Hear her bangin’ at the front door,
Stone’s throw away,
She wants to take you to the boneyard,
For a permanent stay.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
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She’s got you in a sheer panic,
She put the thumbscrews on,
And now you’re sweatin’ out shotgun shells,
No, it won’t be long.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
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Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys
A reinterpreted version of the Brighton doom band's 2022 album, featuring remixes from Skin Failure, Sugar Horse, God Alone., and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 19, 2023
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Good sound for a road trip !!! The stoner rock atmosphere as relaxed as driving on the open road while the wind blows your head clear through the car window. Stephan