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Sparklehorse - 'The Scull of Lucia'

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"The Scull of Lucia" by Sparklehorse from the album 'Bird Machine', out now
Drawings by Mark Linkous
Written by Mark Linkous
Produced by Matt Linkous, Melissa Moore Linkous, and Alan Weatherhead
Recorded & engineered by Steve Albini
Mixed by Joel Hamilton at Studio G, Brooklyn
Mastered by Greg Calbi & Steve Fallone at Sterling Sound NJ
Recorded at Electrical Audio and Montrose Recording
Mark Linkous – vocals, guitar, pling plong
Paul Dillon – bass
Matt Linkous – guitar, drum machine
Jason Lytle – vocals
Scott Minor – electronics
Andrea Morici – piano, celeste
Steve Nistor – mellotron
Alan Weatherhead – optigan, harmonium
Lyrics
Don’t hold my hand across the sand
Never had no father
Showed me to water
For you to drink
Like that old thing
Some are born
To sweet the light
And some are born
To endless night
The skull, the old skull of Lucia
With me, she will never see ya
In the days or in the light
Like stars being born
Or time being torn
It could have all ended
Right then and there
And be ghosts in the morn
The sea I wade
And tried to fade
Spat me aground
Got found undrowned
And so I stayed
Dry but slightly torn and frayed
The crown around her head it played
And it spun, made from the sun
________________________
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Drawings by Mark Linkous
Written by Mark Linkous
Produced by Matt Linkous, Melissa Moore Linkous, and Alan Weatherhead
Recorded & engineered by Steve Albini
Mixed by Joel Hamilton at Studio G, Brooklyn
Mastered by Greg Calbi & Steve Fallone at Sterling Sound NJ
Recorded at Electrical Audio and Montrose Recording
Mark Linkous – vocals, guitar, pling plong
Paul Dillon – bass
Matt Linkous – guitar, drum machine
Jason Lytle – vocals
Scott Minor – electronics
Andrea Morici – piano, celeste
Steve Nistor – mellotron
Alan Weatherhead – optigan, harmonium
Lyrics
Don’t hold my hand across the sand
Never had no father
Showed me to water
For you to drink
Like that old thing
Some are born
To sweet the light
And some are born
To endless night
The skull, the old skull of Lucia
With me, she will never see ya
In the days or in the light
Like stars being born
Or time being torn
It could have all ended
Right then and there
And be ghosts in the morn
The sea I wade
And tried to fade
Spat me aground
Got found undrowned
And so I stayed
Dry but slightly torn and frayed
The crown around her head it played
And it spun, made from the sun
________________________
FOLLOW ANTI RECORDS
#sparklehorse #birdmachine #antirecords
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