Wild Seeds Bloom

(Verse 1) Midnight hangs heavy, a velvet shroud Silver light spillin' from a restless cloud Barefoot in the dirt, so damn cool and deep Secrets that this lonely garden keeps Long black dress, torn at the damn hem Don't give a broken damn 'bout what they think of me or them My hands are calloused, fingernails black with the soil Workin' this earth, breakin' free from the coil... of their lies! (Pre-Chorus/Build) Got this fat-ass joint, burning slow and low Watchin' the sweet, thick smoke rise, watchin' my spirit grow... wild! (Chorus - Voice rising, raw and powerful, with a hint of a wail) OH, THIS AIN'T NO PRETTY PICTURE, HONEY, AIN'T NO PORCELAIN DOLL! JUST A WOMAN WITH SOME DIRT ON HER HANDS, STANDIN' GODDAMN TALL! UNDER THE WICKED MOON, MY SWEET GREEN HELL, WHERE THE WILD SEEDS BLOOM! YEAH, THIS AIN'T NO EDEN, JUST MY BACKYARD TOMB! AND THE TRUTH? OH, THE TRUTH, BABY, TASTES LIKE ASHES AND SWEET, SWEET SIN! LET THE DAMN WORLD BURN, HONEY, LET MY TRUE LIFE BEGIN! (Verse 2) Black cat familiar on the fencepost high Watchin' my shadows, with a knowing eye He don't judge the whiskey, don't judge the haze Just silently approves of my wicked, rambling ways Pullin' up the weeds, plantin' what ain't allowed Lost my damn heart to the screaming crowd But out here, with the night and the soil and the green I'm the goddamn queen! Ain't nobody gonna tell me what I mean! (Pre-Chorus/Build) Got this fat-ass joint, burnin' down to the filter, Lord Every drag is a whisper, every puff a broken word... spoken raw! (Chorus - More frantic, more desperate, pushing the vocal limits) OH, THIS AIN'T NO PRETTY PICTURE, HONEY, AIN'T NO PORCELAIN DOLL! JUST A WOMAN WITH SOME DIRT ON HER HANDS, STANDIN' GODDAMN TALL! UNDER THE WICKED MOON, MY SWEET GREEN HELL, WHERE THE WILD SEEDS BLOOM! YEAH, THIS AIN'T NO EDEN, JUST MY BACKYARD TOMB! AND THE TRUTH? OH, THE TRUTH, BABY, TASTES LIKE ASHES AND SWEET, SWEET SIN! LET THE DAMN WORLD BURN, HONEY, LET MY TRUE LIFE BEGIN! (Bridge - Music slows slightly, becomes more bluesy and reflective, then builds into a powerful crescendo) They talk about the light, talk about the righteous day But the real damn magic, it comes out to play When the sun goes down, and the stars ignite I find my reason in the darkest night This ain't no escape, baby, it's where I belong To the earth and the smoke and this mournful song Yeah, let 'em call me mad, let 'em call me cursed I'm just feedin' the hunger, feedin' this damn thirsty, broken heart! OH LORD! (Chorus - Full power, almost screaming, ad-libs, ad-libs, ad-libs!) OH! THIS AIN'T NO PRETTY PICTURE, HONEY, AIN'T NO PORCELAIN DOLL! JUST A WOMAN WITH SOME DIRT ON HER HANDS, STANDIN' GODDAMN TALL! UNDER THE WICKED MOON, MY SWEET GREEN HELL, WHERE THE WILD SEEDS BLOOM! YEAH, THIS AIN'T NO EDEN, JUST MY BACKYARD TOMB! AND THE TRUTH? OH, THE TRUTH, BABY, IT TASTES LIKE ASHES AND SWEET, SWEET FUCKING SIN! LET THE DAMN WORLD BURN! HONEY, LET MY TRUE LIFE BEGIN! (Voice cracks, a final roar) OHHHH, LET IT BEGIN!