"Limmy West" genre: Goth
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	A dark acoustic number exploring the hateful side of a stranger on the street.
	CD: Dead Cat Bounce Credits: Matthew McCuaig: writer, vocals, guitar. Recorded Live
	Story Behind the Song I was in jail for a spell and met an interesting crack head named Limmy West. He made such an impression, I wrote a song for him. I would be surprised if he is still alive. Lyrics there was a man and he was walking alone along the curb and he said dear boy how much for your coat he said I think I’m freezing it’s been a long cold life and if I kill again be it stranger or a friend I’ll turn me in and tell ‘em where the bodies are at this I stumbled back a bit assembled what I could of it decided that the man so speaking had gone and lost his mind until he said why would you think that I would go and lose my mind it takes no loss of mind to do the things to you I might I pride myself on my slow steady hands they’re buried under a tree I dig under quite frequently and if I never stop I’ll have to plant a forest crop but acreage ain’t cheap since my income fell asleep but I count my hair to pass the time sometimes bad men care and sometimes good men die the same man continued talkin’ about all the life he saw and he said dear boy you ever heard a mortal scream he said I think it moves me it’s the only time I smile and if I kill again be it neighbor or next of kin I’ll turn me in and tell ‘em where the bodies are they’re buried under a tree and in calm placidity they’re laying head to toe but to see ‘em you’d never know it’s quite a stockpile I’ve been stacking for a while but I count my hair to pass the time sometimes bad men care and sometimes good men die the same man kept talking loud at me quite manically he boasted how killing is the devil’s ovation ovating a colorful way to go from here to wherever it is we go from here where is not here anyway I fancy the sound of stabbing around and finding tender places to help me settle down and mayor a town of lipless dead faces by the shimmer of bone dust sprinkled onto blood lust I’ll find a way for the killing I knew that my time had come the time had past for me to run made peace with all my dreams and aspirations and the rest and heard him say now meet your breaker boy my name is Limmy West and when I kill again be it children or of men I’ll turn me in and tell ‘em where the bodies are they’re buried under a tree and when you’re buried you will see there is no space for room for you to have a spacious tomb I can’t count as high as the numbers I’ve helped die but I count my hair to pass the time sometimes bad men care and sometimes good men die

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