We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Every Creeping Thing That Creeps

from Refinery by Slow Rosary

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

  • Black Tint Cassette
    Cassette + Digital Album

    Slow Rosary's debut LP Refinery on black tint tapes.
    Limited to 50
    Tapes manufactured by store.crypticcarousel.com
    Please get in touch if you are local to the NOLA area and I can hand deliver.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Refinery via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

lyrics

Tonight, on the way home, I saw opossum begin to writhe. Out on the road, its head decomposed, mourning a loss of its brow and eyes. With tail intact, I thought to turn back; but I continued to drive. Mind starts to reel, hand on the wheel, on the way home.

One week ago, I stood by the bed and watched my grandfather leave. Leaving his shell, no ring in the bell. No need for an instrument to eat. And the body lay out with wide open mouth, lying in wait for the sheet. Three hours late, they rolled him away. I stood by the bed.

Two years ago, outside the store, man thrown to the ground, selling CDs. Ignore the pleas. Who wears the crown? Sit on the back, end it like that. Don't make a sound. Blood on the hand, kids turned and ran outside the store.


They're all still somewhere; there's no use in grieving. Refine all your oil and put it into jars. When God returns, he'll press the oil to your scars.


Opossum squealed loudly "I'm ready to go" while Alton took hold of my grandpaw to show the way up the ramp to the mount in the sky where the pairs will repair all that man has defiled. And all of America spoke from their chests, "your raft will not float, come on ours, ours is best." But the guns weighed it down, and the man holding rank threw his crown in the sea shouting out as it sank,

"Surely, this man was the son of God. Why did I then now not reck his rod? Adios, xaipe, vale, au revoir, Allah."

credits

from Refinery, released August 27, 2021

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Slow Rosary Louisiana

deceptively secular band

from south Louisiana

contact / help

Contact Slow Rosary

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Slow Rosary, you may also like: