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The Dead South.ByManuel Aubert a.k.a BlackBird Merle Leonce Bone________________________________________________________ ____At the beginningFrom the first listeningThe night and the cold hammer in time with background organ and drums and their painful nuptials and their dangerous passion, a crawling bassline thickens the swamp of its sounds, a cavernous guitar dies facing the amp, under the slides of the neck, stuck with dried blood, stuck to the finger, our soul drenched in its dirty and stagnant ink, with as a sketch, the last willow tadpoles on the guard, a kind of claustrophobic Amish hooting tearing out the spaceless shadowsSay it to whom will listen ( they canâ€™t hear anything to this muffled and sticky culture) Toads are not the only ones to have a sticky soul Tadpoles are not the only ones to make the the field stones sticky with their legs I have, myself, lived ten, twenty, thirty years in a swamp I have mixed up there, between other things, my bone matter My fingerprints My DNA And my tears The main part of my bloodHaving so grown up on these desolate landsOfThe Dead South.Manuel Aubert a.k.a. Blackbird Merle Leonce Bone, Tours, le Mercredi 23 mai 2007.

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Music:

Member Since: 1/10/2006
Band Website: myspace.com/thedeadsouth
Band Members: Spike (Vocals)Count Mickey Heartbreak (Guitar)Luke Wilhelm (Drums)Alex Gray (Bass)
Influences: T. Waits, Bauhaus, R. Howard, N. Cave, Beefheart, DK'S, Elvis, The black Elvis, The Brown Elvis, The Blue Elvis, C. Chaplin, C. Manson, The Dharma Bums, Buddha, Krishna, Jesus and all other incarnations of God, The Kelly Gang, The Breaker, The Blues, Melbourne, Queensland or otherwise.
Sounds Like: READING BETWEEN THE CRACKS IN YOUR MIND.
Record Label: none
Type of Label: None

My Blog

1000 Shipwrecks

1000 SHIPWRECKSThe full moons backsides a greasy spoonand theres a dreamland looking right up your skirtand from the daylight that shines me right in the eyesi see spoonfulls of salt after dries, away...
Posted by The Dead South. on Tue, 01 May 2007 05:02:00 PST

Thanks for the mammaries...

I have left the band. No hard feelings, no big deal. Just wanted to say its been good, and sometimes great and occationally ridiculous. See you all on Saturday night, and thanks for the support. Thank...
Posted by The Dead South. on Tue, 01 May 2007 04:05:00 PST

Beautiful Bones,(Those old bones).

Beautiful Bones,(Those old bones). From a beautiful birthplace to a bloody troubled home deeply rooted in the grassy ground after the bloodiest of battles all thats left are beautiful bones &nb...
Posted by The Dead South. on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:54:00 PST

The Dull Sea Blues.(Little Bity Blues).

The Dull Sea Blues.(Little Bity Blues) Everybody knows no roses can grow on a sailors grave as for lillies on an ocean wave, they just drown like a poor old soilders sorrow on rememberance day I'...
Posted by The Dead South. on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 08:36:00 PST

The White Flower of Lys.

The White Flower of Lys. Blood shed scarlet over fleur de lys lilac and lillie in full bloom(of youth) (My) A pretty breathless young whores face pushed down bludgeoned covered with a worn make...
Posted by The Dead South. on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 11:40:00 PST

Red at Night.

Red at Night. Red at night a sailors delight Red in the morning a fishermans warning The warning was clear the great flood is here Im not a coward but this is no fun A sailor im not and ...
Posted by The Dead South. on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 10:26:00 PST