Uploaded February 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
From TK & The Holy Know-Nothings' album, 'The Incredible Heat Machine', out now on Mama Bird Recording Co. Order/save/stream/share: http://smarturl.it/mb048
/// Credits:
Written by Taylor Kingman
Recorded live at the OK Theatre in Enterprise, Oregon
Produced by Tyler Thompson & Taylor Kingman
Arranged by TK & The Holy Know-Nothings
Engineered by Tyler Thompson, Assisted by Bart Budwig
Mixed by Tyler Thompson
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk
Album Design by Barna Howard
Photography by Matthew W. Kennelly
/// Players:
Taylor Kingman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jay Cobb Anderson - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Lewi Longmire - Lap Steel
Sydney Nash - Bass, Vocals
Tyler Thompson - Drums
/// Lyrics:
God pursed his lips to kiss the hips of our wishes
And our skin caught the wind and we dripped into sips of warm loving
In the milk of your soul, I washed the spit from my mouth
I washed the blood from my hands and sweat from my brow
And our secrets kept meetings without even making a sound
We woke to the smack of our skin snapping back with an amen
Through the holes in my head sneaked the devil instead; he had comments
In the mouth of my pride, my mind opened wide
And it slipped through cracks in my bones fearful cries
Each reason competing to build me a highway to ride
We were blown to bits
Limb from limb
All mixed on the ground
Grabbing in the dark
For parts we never marked
We took what we found and stumbled on
Some toes traded feet, so we walk the street in circles
Now, I got a freckled cheek and one of my knees is scarred purple
And there’s shards of your iris stuck in my eye
And a disk in my spine that make me curl up and cry
And I see you around every corner I find in my mind
And the set of teeth I used to keep fit neatly
Now, my mouth opens less, but it’s for the best, believe me
Now, my heart’s beating stranger cause one of the chambers
Is the room where we slept in love and in anger
And the bed stays made and I’ll keep it that way forever
We were blown to bits
Limb from limb
All mixed on the ground
Grabbing in the dark
For parts we never marked
We took what we found and stumbled on
We stumble on
Right or wrong
Angry mobs at our doors
We’ll be run out
Wherever we are found
Pitchfork and torch will chase me to your arms
From TK & The Holy Know-Nothings' album, 'The Incredible Heat Machine', out now on Mama Bird Recording Co. Order/save/stream/share: http://smarturl.it/mb048
/// Credits:
Written by Taylor Kingman
Recorded live at the OK Theatre in Enterprise, Oregon
Produced by Tyler Thompson & Taylor Kingman
Arranged by TK & The Holy Know-Nothings
Engineered by Tyler Thompson, Assisted by Bart Budwig
Mixed by Tyler Thompson
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk
Album Design by Barna Howard
Photography by Matthew W. Kennelly
/// Players:
Taylor Kingman - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jay Cobb Anderson - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Lewi Longmire - Lap Steel
Sydney Nash - Bass, Vocals
Tyler Thompson - Drums
/// Lyrics:
God pursed his lips to kiss the hips of our wishes
And our skin caught the wind and we dripped into sips of warm loving
In the milk of your soul, I washed the spit from my mouth
I washed the blood from my hands and sweat from my brow
And our secrets kept meetings without even making a sound
We woke to the smack of our skin snapping back with an amen
Through the holes in my head sneaked the devil instead; he had comments
In the mouth of my pride, my mind opened wide
And it slipped through cracks in my bones fearful cries
Each reason competing to build me a highway to ride
We were blown to bits
Limb from limb
All mixed on the ground
Grabbing in the dark
For parts we never marked
We took what we found and stumbled on
Some toes traded feet, so we walk the street in circles
Now, I got a freckled cheek and one of my knees is scarred purple
And there’s shards of your iris stuck in my eye
And a disk in my spine that make me curl up and cry
And I see you around every corner I find in my mind
And the set of teeth I used to keep fit neatly
Now, my mouth opens less, but it’s for the best, believe me
Now, my heart’s beating stranger cause one of the chambers
Is the room where we slept in love and in anger
And the bed stays made and I’ll keep it that way forever
We were blown to bits
Limb from limb
All mixed on the ground
Grabbing in the dark
For parts we never marked
We took what we found and stumbled on
We stumble on
Right or wrong
Angry mobs at our doors
We’ll be run out
Wherever we are found
Pitchfork and torch will chase me to your arms
