Biography:
Alternately explosive and restrained, the aptly titled The Bloom and the Blight is a meditation on past and present - melodic fury matched with the eloquent, confessional lyricism that has made Two Gallants an enduring favorite of both fans and critics.
Capturing the sound of a new beginning, The Bloom and the Blight celebrates the band’s much anticipated reunion following a multi-year break. It is the work of Two Gallants, fully matured, the band fearlessly exploring new ground in search of a sound that defines a very personal catharsis.
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Other songs:
- Age Of Assassins
- Despite What You've Been Told
- Lady
- My Madonna
- Ribbons Round My Tongue
- Some Slender Rest
- Steady Rollin
- 16Th St Dozens
- All Your Faithless Loyalties
- Annas Sweater
- Broken Eyes
- Cradle Pyre
- Damnatio Memoriae
- Deader
- Despite What Youve Been Told
- Fail Hard To Regain
- Fly Low Carrion Crow
- Git Proud
- Halycon Days
- Incidental
- Invitation To The Funeral
- Las Cruces Jail
- Linger On
- Long Summer Day
- My Babys Gone
- Nothing To You
- Reflections Of The Marionette
- Seems Like Home To Me
- The Hand That Held Me Down
- The Throes
- The Train That Stole My Man
- The Trembling Of The Rose
- Threnody
- Two Day Short Tomorrow
- Waves Of Grain
- We Are Undone
- You Losin Out
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CAPO 4th Fret
D G D
Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove
Am G D
The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love
G D
The heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn
Am G D
The trumpets play the livelong day but they blow so forlorn
Chorus:
Em D
Did you hold the hand that held me down?
Em D
Did you laugh at my expense?
Em D
When there's rust upon your ragged crown
Em D
Who will stand at your defense?
And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal
But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels
CHORUS:
Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
Was your kindness just pretense?
When there's no-one left for you to clown
Who will stand at your defense?
But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down
You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still
You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
CHORUS:
Could you be the hand that held me down?
When I was sick with common sense
And now your statuettes are all torn down
There's no-one left for you to lean against
G D
And ever since you epitaph was spattered on my wall
Am G
No-one comes to call
D
They can't stand the stench
G D
But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
Am G
The burden on me falls
D
Yeah, I alone stand at your defense
OUTRO: Em D Am G D
Sorry if there's any mistakes, this is my first tab
D G D
Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove
Am G D
The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love
G D
The heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn
Am G D
The trumpets play the livelong day but they blow so forlorn
Chorus:
Em D
Did you hold the hand that held me down?
Em D
Did you laugh at my expense?
Em D
When there's rust upon your ragged crown
Em D
Who will stand at your defense?
And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal
But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels
CHORUS:
Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
Was your kindness just pretense?
When there's no-one left for you to clown
Who will stand at your defense?
But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down
You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still
You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
CHORUS:
Could you be the hand that held me down?
When I was sick with common sense
And now your statuettes are all torn down
There's no-one left for you to lean against
G D
And ever since you epitaph was spattered on my wall
Am G
No-one comes to call
D
They can't stand the stench
G D
But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
Am G
The burden on me falls
D
Yeah, I alone stand at your defense
OUTRO: Em D Am G D
Sorry if there's any mistakes, this is my first tab
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