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The Other Ones

from Wild Black Yonder by The Maybe Pile

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down on the cliffs where the waves lick the shore
on a bench by the path she sits waiting for
any road weary traveller just wanting some rest for his feet
be you highwayman, minstrel or mariner
oh don't suffer to rest on her seat

don't let her touch you
don't let her catch hold of your hand
all that she wants is to drag you away
through a crack to another land

one of the other ones
one of the hungry ones she
rosy eyes, rosy cheeks
rosy lips, rosy teeth

all she desires is to pull you away
from your home, from your world
from your life, from your place
and she sits with that terrible smile on her face
and she sits in the darkness and smiles as she waits
waits to carry you off to that terrible place
where the other ones swim in their ocean of pain

all they desire is to drag us away
from this home, from this world
from this life, from this place
and they each wear that terrible grin on their face
as they sit in the darkness and wait for their prey
to be baited and lured and then carried away
somewhere other to never be heard from again

don't let them touch you
don't let one catch hold of your hand
all they desire is to drag you away
through a crack to another land

credits

from Wild Black Yonder, released October 4, 2017
Samdrub Dawa - production, engineering, percussion
Gordon Duncan - music, all instruments except as noted
Louis Smith - words

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Robin Cederman - piano
Alon Hillel - brass
Joe Di Fiore - clarinet
Brandon Meeks - double bass

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