AT NIGHT

November 29, 2017

This morning I'm posting an older SPELLS tune that we will be playing this Friday at Larimer Lounge. I wrote 'At Night' a few years back about the several crazy fucking years I lived on Colfax Ave. For quite some time I even worked at Denver Drug and Liquor, right on the corner of Colfax and Logan, selling half pints of Paul Mason, single cigarettes, and white bread to section eight tenants of lower Cap Hill. I distinctly remember that as the sun set each evening, women of all ages, from teens to sixties, would slink out from god knows where, strung out, to pick at their arms and crawl the streets like demi-zombies. Clothes covered in dirt and shit, with faces like someone I knew, it was hard and bizarre to watch a mother, daughter, niece, or someone's first crush, simultaneously pacing and dying without a second glance from the multitudes plodding by. Hell, I never said anything either. It was much easier that way. This is about those women, probably dead. Hopefully not. Lyrics below.

Outta sight,
You only sell the piece of parts you're breaking
Outta mind
A walking wound that no one wants to sew

(Chorus)
At night
The devil sells the plague that feeds the angels, baby
At night
You never have to see their halos go

Grip tight
The fingers and the fog and even quaking, baby
How could they ever call you lazy, lady?
When you're always digging holes

(Breakdown)
Alright
Keep pushing all those parts your clearly breaking, baby
How could they ever call you lazy, lady
When you're always digging holes
Cause at night
The devil sells the plague that feeds the angels, baby
And at night
You never have to see their halos go

------pause-----

(CHORUS) 

At night 
At night (Chuck and Lauren)
Outta sight
At night
At night (Chuck and Lauren) 
Outta mind X2

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