Licking Wounds

by My Darling Fury

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released November 5, 2013

Danny Reyes : vocals, lyrics, piano
Alex McCallum : guitars, vocals, keys
Clark Fraley : guitars, synthesizer
Todd Matthews : bass, vocals
Joel Hollister : drums, vocals

Todd Matthews: mixing, production

Stacy Markowitz : violin
Kimberly Sparr : viola
Ralph Skiano : clarinet, bass clarinet
Joe Lambert : Mastering

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My Darling Fury Richmond, Virginia

My Darling Fury is an indie pop trio with an affinity for complex rhythmic structures, operatic-sized dramatics, and chamber music intimacy.

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Track Name: Blots in The Margins
Someone said that there's a big plan
Thought up by some big man
And you know it isn't likely that it’s quite that easy

I swear it, though I cannot name him,
Someone ought to blame him
For his false portrayal, the supreme betrayal of it all

If you're a blot in the margins like me,
Then hold on to my hand
We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again
We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again

Someone said you ought to work hard
Though it's not in your cards
To be something awesome, some buds just don't blossom pretty

Who says that's all we are,
A careless splotch on the edge of the script,
Bleeding through the fibers and encroaching on it?

If you're a blot in the margins like me,
Then hold on to my hand
We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again

Who says that's all we are,
A careless splotch on the edge of the script,
Bleeding through the fibers and encroaching on it?

Well, I say we spread and soak
All the pages we've read,
Bend the lines till they've broken down
And I'll bet that they'll come around

If you're a blot in the margins like me,
Then hold on to my hand
We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again
We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again
We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again
Track Name: Spilled Milk
Thanks for the celebration
Life’s a cabaret
Put your drink in a to-go cup and we’ll be on our way downtown,
downtown

Thanks for the conversation, darling
And for the lemonade
Some jerk brought a case of lemons but you made it all ok
Oo

Someone spilled the milk
But I won’t cry, not tonight
Though someone made the bed and shit all over it
Still, we’re gonna celebrate in spite of it
Because big boys don’t cry

Pick your favorite shade of red
And grab your paintball gun
Two thugs in feather boas are at large and on the run
No one’s gonna bring me down
We’re gonna paint the town

Someone spilled the milk
But I won’t cry, not tonight
Though someone made the bed and shit all over it
Still, we’re gonna celebrate in spite of it
Because big boys don’t cry
Track Name: Perfectly Mad
You wear a shell
But you wouldn’t say that you’re a snail
No, you’re just a slug with luggage
And who could ever say that you’re crazy?

Well, I’ve heard tell
Of a wandering one who gets derailed
Sliming down the road and loaded
Raising dust and looking shady
But who could ever say for sure he’s crazy?
When there’s slugs out there
With wind in their hair
And they’re traveling everywhere

So, you can see how it’s hard
To tell them apart
The one’s whose screws are loose
From the rest of the group

Perfectly mad, yes you’re
Certainly kind of cooky
Silent and sad ‘cause your
Silly sanity is playing hooky
Perfectly tragic
Hold my hand and we can make some magic

You couldn’t tell
That I wrote for you a song in braille
Oh, but if you could now, would you
Say that I’m the one who’s crazy
Well if you do, I’ll just say that they framed me

Perfectly mad, yes you’re
Certainly kind of cooky
Silent and sad ‘cause your
Silly sanity is playing hooky
Perfectly tragic
Hold my hand and we can make some magic
Track Name: Magic Creatures
When it's warm,
The flowers turn and bat their lashes
And rowdy bugs make catcall passes
Happiness is easy

Mosses form
To make the dowdy rocks their proudest
The shyest birds belt out their loudest
When it's warm and breezy

Who needs anyone
When everything is bright and green
When life storms in and steals the scene
There's simply no incentive

Oh, it's plenty fun
But when the breeze is not it's hottest
And flirty flowers are turning modest
That's when we get inventive

Poor old pine outside is shivering his peak off
Bring him on inside
And sing a song, the birds hold on to their beaks
So sing a song for me

Magic Creatures
We show it in the winter hours
We feature all our magic powers
When it's cold outside

Grays and browns
Are blues and silvers in our eyes
And in our towns are twinkling lights
When it's cold outside
Track Name: The End of The World
The end of the world is drawing nigh
Oo, I felt a drop, the flood's but a hop,
a hop and a skip and a jump from the end of it all

The rumbling clouds are gathering,
Oo, conspiring there, inspiring terror
I wouldn't bother buying green bananas if I bought 'em at all

Oo, but if you were there
Falling beside me, I'll tell you that I'd be
The luckiest doomed soul smashing at the crash of a fall

We'll ride on a ferris wheel
as long as we'd want to
Nobody would be there to stop us
No fortunes left to rob us

We'd rise and fall into the sky
And squint at the flashes
We'd try to see through our lashes
The world that we remembered

Gardens of corpses' hands will sprout
And nip at our ankles, they won't even rankle us
We'll slough 'em off and trample 'em and stamp 'em like an arcade game

We could hide in a fuselage
Right in the rubble, there wouldn't be trouble
We'd sleep in first class 'till the monsters go back where they came from

Oo, but if you were there
Clutching my arm, see, why, nothing could harm me, no nothing at all
The end of the world would only be the start of it all
The end of the world would only be the start of it all

The stars like missiles fly
And crash with a clangor
They'd strike their chords of anger
We'll clasp our hands so tight they're red and white

And all around us spinning wildly
Monsters, stars, forming an eddy
You'd turn to me, politely
Saying, "hold on tight. Hey, are you ready?”
Track Name: Schoolyard Warrior
I wish they’d fall ten feet through the ground
And I’ll laugh like a king on top of the mound
A heap of sneakers and faces
A pile of shameful disgraces
I’m a schoolyard warrior
With a cardboard crown

I may be a freak, but I’m no monster
My arms may be weak, and I’m no wrongster
But you bet I’ll build a scaffold out of toothpicks and gumdrops
A trapdoor on the slope to my sandbox
I’ll put my sister’s dress on and I’ll stand in the square
And watch as they come for me while I’m just standing there

And that’s when they fall ten feet through the ground
I am schoolyard warrior with a cardboard crown

A scaffold out of toothpicks and gumdrops
A trapdoor on the slope to my sandbox
I’ll put my sister’s dress on and I’ll stand in the square
And watch as they come for me while I’m just standing there

I’m a little different and I kind of like it
All the kids won’t listen and I don’t intend to fight them
All on my own
Oh, they think I’m strange ‘cause I won’t play their games
And if they bare their teeth it’s ‘cause they don’t foresee
That I will take their throne

And that’s when they fall ten solid feet into the ground
I’ll take them all, just watch them try to take me down
Track Name: Frail Thing
You’re not fooling me
With all your talk of you don’t like my kind
You should be think with your gut, not your head
Oo, we’ll end up in my bed, you and I

But that’s not what you want
You want a girl with blonde curls and high heels
Oh, she’d make you feel real cool
But that’s just not me

No, I’m not what you want
You want a plastic statuette, I’ll bet
That she’d make you look real fly
But that’s just not me

You’re not fooling me
‘Cause those who don’t like these bubblegum gems
Don’t pitch a tent when they are kissing them
Oo, you like it way back then, don’t you lie

But I’m not what you want
You want a white-washed picket fence, it’s sensible
But it plain and simply isn’t me

Go on, take her home to momma
Move on, fake it if you wanna be a man
Well, too bad, ‘cause you’re a frail thing
Track Name: Overdrawn
I was already overdrawn
Somebody took a million dollars
Now I've nothing even more than before

Now I've got nothing, nothing,
Nothing, even more than before
Do you know what it's like to be so miserably poor,
When all your something is six feet under the floor?

All that's true, is truly love
And love is truly flesh and blood
Licking wounds and wiping mud
To some it's gross, to me it's only love

She was far and I had little
But now she's gone, all gone
And I've got nothing, nothing,
Nothing, even more than before
Now I've got nothing, nothing,
Nothing, even more than before
Track Name: In The Ring
I don’t know how to say that I’m giving up
I don’t speak in those terms, you see,
When I fall in love
It’s a challenge
And I’ve picked a worthy opponent
So I will struggle
Until he has grabbed the towel and he has thrown it
But he’s still in the ring

I’ve made a Goliath of a David
and I’ll cast these stones 'till I’ve felled him
Sometimes I like it and most times I just hate it
But I won’t quit 'till I’ve held him

It’s a challenge
And I’ve picked a worthy opponent
So I will struggle
Until he has grabbed the towel and he has thrown it
But he’s still in the ring
So I’ll continue throwing punches
With a gelatin fist and an elbow that crunches
I’ll continue tussling

But he’s still in the ring
So I’ll continue throwing punches
With a gelatin fist and an elbow that crunches
I’ll continue tussling