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1.
It Happened 03:13
What happened? What happened, my son? What happened in those Dark Woods? You've come home to me in the dead of the night. What happened in those Dark Woods? I wandered; I wandered those woods. I wandered from dusk 'til dawn. My hatchet in hand to gather kindling. I wandered in those Dark Woods. I saw her - sweet Gwen McBee; I saw her in those Dark Woods. Such a sweet, lovely girl with ribbons and curls. I saw her in those Dark Woods. What happened? What happened my son? What happened, my dear boy Seth? You've come home to me smelling of death. What happened, my dear boy Seth? I chopped her; I lopped her head off; I cropped her in those Dark Woods. Her sweet love I had; oh Ma, I been bad. I chopped her head off in those Dark Woods. It happened; It happend, Ma. It happened in those Dark Woods. Now Jesus won't save my soul from the flames. Wicked I been in those Dark Woods.
2.
My lungs are burning; I can barely breathe. My insides are churning; I can hardly see. The sweat pours down into my eyes. There's a razor clean gash running down my thigh. Some kind of creature is after me, It's following my blood trail through the powdered snow. Its yellow eyes have not failed to track me with their glow. Its nostrils spew out scalding steam. Its greedy fang just boils and streams. Some kind of creature is after me.
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There's a murder of crows in a lifeless live oak as a frigid wind blows the smell of burning leaf smoke. It's a good, good day. The sky looks just like a bruise; there ain't a sunbeam in sight and you have nothing to lose. The icy glare is so bright. It's a good good day to be alive. In the snow-covered woods, the wolves are hot on your heels. You wish that everyone could feel just what you now feel. It's a good, good day. There's a body afloat in the river so red bleeding from a torn throat, there is no doubt she is dead. It's a good good day to be alive. Everything is right in your mind. Eveything's alright in your mind. If you never get sick, how will you know when you're well? How will you know you're in heaven if you ain't been to hell? It's a good, good day. If you never break down, it's hard to build yourself up. If you never get out, how will you ever find love? It's a good, good day to be alive.
4.
The Wolves 02:52
In the woods, where the wolves live they bit and pierced me like a sieve. They tore the limbs off of my trunk and scattered them all out like junk. Those wolves. Those cruel wolves. Some bones were broken, some were scattered. Wine-dark blood was spilled and spattered. Entrails trailed the well-worn paths as the wolves wallowed in a gory bath. Those wolves. Those evil wolves. The river lies near a town that is red mud stained and gray and brown. The Baptists and the snake handlers all speak in tongues and rave and curse those wolves. Those evil wolves. Those cruel wolves. Those goddamn wolves.
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Sheriff John McBee - where can your daughter be? We last saw her beneath the chinaberry tree by the banks of the Old Black River at a quarter past three. So sheriff please drag, drag, drag that river. Drag, drag, drag, drag that river deep. Where, oh, where, oh where has my handsome husband gone? I fear some foul deed; I fear some dreadful wrong. For he has been away far too long. So sheriff please drag, drag, drag that river. Drag, drag, drag, drag that river deep. Where, oh where, oh where can your precious loved ones be? In my gut now they lie beneath waters cold and deep. For I am the river, and on souls I feed. So sheriff please drag, drag, drag that river. Drag, drag, drag, drag that river deep.

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WHEN ABRAHAM “BRAMBLE” CHILDRESS stepped off the bus at the downtown terminal that icy morning in ’93 he didn’t know he’d be back in jail a year later. Life was looking good. He’d got saved.

Now he was on fire for the Lord and set to change his heathern ways. To obtain a doctorate of divinity and start his own tent-based traveling ministry. To share his good news with the world.

At least that’s what he told everyone.

But the Lord don’t abide the plans of men. Childress spotted young Lexi Ramon there that morning and done had a vision - of a band and singing duets with her on the road to glory.

The duo recruited two other young Locustville musicians - Luna and Javier Flores - and recorded “THE OLD BLACK RIVER,” a set of five trailer-park gothic songs about a legendary series of murders back in the ‘80s. Then life imitated art imitating life and Lexi Ramon disappeared. Probably murdered. And it all got pinned on Bramble Childress.

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released January 8, 2021

Art by OFÉLIA HASS

BRAMBLE CHILDRESS - SINGING, ACOUSTIC GUITAR
LEXI RAMON - SINGING
LUNA FLORES - ELECTRIC GUITARS
JAVIER FLORES - BASS, DRUMS, MANDOLIN, ETC.

(with Max Price as Javier Flores and James Wesley Nichols as Bramble Childress, Lexi Ramon and Luna Flores. And Javier Flores some of the time lol)

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MICROWAVE EYES Greenville, South Carolina

MICROWAVE EYES is a fictional record label for the fictional bands of the WOLF NOTE COLLECTIVE, a multi-media extravaganza and exercise in alter-egotism from a Texas-born, South Carolina-based weirdo named JIMMY BASURA.

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