album cover
Mutilation Falls
150
Indie Rock
Mutilation Falls was released on July 25, 2025 by SOPHOMORE LOUNGE as a part of the album New Threats From The Soul
album cover
Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelSOPHOMORE LOUNGE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band
Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Thomas Davis
Ryan Thomas Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Thomas Davis
Ryan Thomas Davis
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, the Spanish moss
It weeps in mourning of not only personal but also planetary loss
Not just for the bloodshed but, by God, for what the Bloody Marys cost
It weeps for the beauty queen, but most of all her dad
It weeps for you and me, and this whole horror show we've had
I can't remember the last time the good times got so bad
[Verse 2]
Mutilation Falls with all your Spanish moss dream-weaving bromeliad
Seems the dream is dead, but the hopes are necrophiliac
They waste no flowers on our graves, but prey where our remains are really at
They pray for the beauty queen, but more so for her parents
They pray for you and me, and the planet we embarrass
The pageantry is lost on me
But we drink to its merits
While I make a pile of Voodoo dolls and iron scrap in the backyard for the meek to inherit
[Bridge]
Better times, used to let me find them
But they always got away as fast as they could
Better times, used to let me find them
But they always got away as fast as they could
Better times, used to let me find them
But they always got away as fast as they could
Which past will we choose to chase tonight?
Which of the good ol' days were actually good?
[Verse 3]
Eve and her pervert friend, Earth's first perfect ten
The commandments that we've spun around and earned since then
The statues will not crumble but, by God, will worse return to skin
It's Waco in the bathtub
It's Salem, Mass for the mascots with French Quarter incense
And the Spanish moss bosomed bus stops we burned 'em in
It's you and me under the Voodoo tree
Swaying with the pines in a perfect dance
But late at night, I slip outside
A-foraging for crumbs of circumstance
A-foraging for crumbs of circumstance
Searching for a dream that's on my side for a chance
[Bridge]
A dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand
Hope, it's said, comes from within though
A dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand
Hope, it's said, comes from within though
A dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand
Hope, it's said, comes from within though
[Verse 4]
A phantom hand plays a Gymnopédie
On the baby grand through an open window
When the wind blows cold, I have known those who heat their lives up in a test tube
But me, I must express myself with what I'm left with in the guestroom
Guess who's back to talking sweet with and whistlin' into the porcelain?
Little Miss Mutilation, won't you guide me to the dance floor again?
Guide me back from Mutilation Falls to Springs on all those hair metal afternoons
Moonwalkin' from glory down a path that leads straight backward to you
It's not much of a story but, by God, I've got to dog-ear a chapter or two
A dream is the tailpipe exhaust of unexplainable servitude
A hope is extracted and often unmatched by the flames that we burst into
It seems the only thing that's getting easier is the math that hurts to do
[Outro]
But you found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
At Mutilation Falls
In Mutilation Springs
At Mutilation Falls
In Mutilation Springs
At Mutilation Falls
In Mutilation Springs
You found me here
You found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Lightning found me here
Me, here
Lightning found me here
Written by: Ryan Thomas Davis
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...