On a grey, rainy day, November
Orphan bride, homicide, washes up
On the banks, we'll give thanks, anyway
Assabet, churns and frets, as we dine
County sheriff, he's heir of, his dad's beat
Stops on by, has some pie, asks a few
Q's about, whereabouts, on the day
He won't probe, food to go, take a plate
Oooooooo, your charity
Oooooooo, won't set you free
Son in law, has his flaws, but he's a
Part of us, sacred trust, keep it shut
Stack some stones, where her bones, drifted on
Enshrine her, forever, for a week
As you rest, full and blessed, safe and dry
Fishers scream, from her dreams, in deep woods
They will hunt, your young sons, until her
Debt is paid, wat'ry grave, happy feast!
Oooooooo, your charity
Oooooooo, won't set you free
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017