Lyrics to Blood on My Hands

Because I’ve had so many requests for the lyrics to Kacy Crowley’s song “Blood”, from her Moodswing CD, and nobody seems to be able to find them (on the net or printed), here, reluctantly, as a historian of modern culture, and given my reverance regarding correct deciphering of sung rock lyrics (see His Blood on my Hands - Comment 5, is my humble attempt to transcribe them from the MP3 CD on my boom box on the porch over coffee in the brisk morning:

He was too deep for his own good
He was the kind of person, nobody understood
I said I love you, more than you love me
But I meant something entirely ugly

One year it rained on Christmas
He said, ‘Let’s just pretend we’re in paradise.’
But I wasn’t having it,
No I was killing it.
I think his soul is so out of training, and

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’ve tried.

It was the year that my horse broke
It was the year that I almost lost everything
I pushed him away
Only for my freedom
It tasted like salt
Like salt on my skin

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’ve tried.

(bridge)
I can’t make what’s wrong
Right again
But I can shine it up
Bright again.

Just when you think you’re forgiven
There’s no material, left for confession.
You’ll be standin’ there
Sorry and unworthy

Look closer: guilty and bloody

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and

Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
And I’ve got his blood on my hands,
And I’ve got his blood on my hands.
And I’ve tried.

(c) 2004 Stable Records and/or Kacy Crowley. All rights reserved to Ms. Crowley.

Damn, its even better if you’ve heard her sing it. All assistance in correcting errors gladly welcomed.

Posted on November 24th, 2006 by Paco Malo
Filed under: General

3 Responses to “Lyrics to Blood on My Hands”

  1. Paco Malo, on February 21st, 2007 at 4:04 pm Said:

    I just received an anonymous comment at the Gold Coast Bluenote correcting the lyrics to Blood in a subtle but important way: the second line of verse two should read “He said, ‘Let’s just pretend we’re in Paris.’”

  2. ron, on April 17th, 2007 at 7:22 pm Said:

    thanks Palo

    Blood
    Kacy Crowly – (Mood Swings CD)

    He was too deep for his own good
    He was the kind of person, that nobody understood
    I said I love you, more than you love me
    but I meant something, entirely ugly

    One year it rained on Christmas
    He said, let’s just pretend we’re in Paris?
    But I wasn’t having it,
    No I was killing it.
    I think his soul is so out of training, and

    Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
    Oooh, his words just disappeared.
    He was fragile and
    Sometimes I like that
    I’ve got his blood on my hands,
    and my hands, and I’ve tried.
    I
    t was the year that my horse broke
    It was the year that I, almost lost everything
    I pushed him away
    only for my freedom
    It tasted like salt
    Like salt on my skin, and

    Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
    Oooh, his words just disappeared.
    He was fragile and
    Sometimes I like that
    I’ve got his blood on my hands,
    and my hands, and I’ve tried.

    (Bridge)
    I can’t make what’s wrong
    Right again
    But I can shine it up
    Bright again.

    Just when you think you’re forgiven
    There’s no material, left for confession.
    You’ll be standing there
    Sorry and unworthy

    Look, closer: guilty and bloody, and

    Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
    Oooh, his words just disappeared.
    He was fragile and
    Sometimes I like that
    I’ve got his blood on my hands,
    and my hands

    Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
    Oooh, his words just disappeared.
    He was fragile and
    Sometimes I like that
    And I’ve got his, blood on my hands, and my hands
    I’ve got his, blood on my hands, and my hands I’ve got his, blood on my hands and my hands

    And I’ve tried…

  3. errr, on February 27th, 2008 at 4:16 am Said:

    …Three shots ring out to scream
    Who wants to play Roman Soldier
    that lives inside of me
    Perennial Artist, what do you see?
    What do you see?

    My secret fear of being alone
    I sit and hold hands with myself
    I sit and make love to myself
    I’ve got blood on my hands
    I’ve got blood on your hands
    Blood on your hands
    Blood…

    From: “CAVITY: FIRST COMMUNION”
    Christian Death
    (Williams/Agnew)
    1981
    Frontier Records

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