Renny told me not to trust the yellow skies
Your sharpie smile or your crossed out eyes
I watch sneak across the floor
Hunched down behind the kitchen door
I swing my first, my body slam
Who the fuck you think I am?
You wont get me
You wont get my mind
Oh no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So they call me Dead Ol' Fred
Beatles pass on broken glass, my sacred home
Grind my wicked teeth, eat my brittle bones
But I ain't holy, I ain't love
I am godless, stained with blood
I scream and kick the window pane
Who sent you first will bleed my name
You wont take me
You wont take my time
Fuck no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
You can't have me
You can't have my life
Fuck you
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
Put your price upon my head
Leave trail burning red
This ain't the last of Dead Ol' Fred
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Tale of Dead Ol' Fred”
An incredible release from one of the most prolific and talented musicians and songwriters of our time! The sonic range and narrative of this album brings 'The Parts I Dread' on repeat on my listening rotations and leaves openness to the possibilities on what is next for this artist! Harim Jung
supported by 5 fans who also own “The Tale of Dead Ol' Fred”
pigeon pit as a band has single-handedly changed my life. no other band has had me elated and crying my heart out so much at the same time. seeing them live may have changed me as a person. so much love <3 exodus_of_angels
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023