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Devils Bowl  Francis Graves

Francis Graves - Guitars/Vocals,   David Yearley  - Bass/FX  Huw Heywood - Guitars   George Francis - Percussion

Never be there on your own
Always stay in time and tone
Feeling through the air
Scented heaven’s stairs
Reeling in the  one
Firing flames and flares

On a summer’s day
Singing a sun ray
Now windy bay
In shadows and in glare
I’m on my way
Surly this dream has to pay

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

On a summer’s day
Singing a sun ray
Now windy bay
In shadows and in glare
I’m on my way
Surly this dream has to pay


But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

 

In this Southern heat
Surly we will meet
Now kiss and greet
Stumble narrow streets
Fresh spring and leap
Gorge on flavours drink and sleep

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

Written by Francis on holiday in the South of France when everything appeared perfect yet somehow the feeling of falling into some sort of satanic pit prevailed? This is the 1st song written for the Godin A5 guitar. The ALLP's satanic screeching is slapped anxious over the top.

 

This track featured on Songs on this website, has been re-mastered.

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