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The Haunted House
04:06
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The daughter is underfed
My mother is sick in bed
I know she is sick and tired of all the ghosts in her head
This house has living dead
It's a palace painted red
Nothing is meant to last but all I see is in the past
The walls are caving in
'Cause she's got no more kin
She hasn't got the heart to burn it down and watch the flames
This house has living dead
It's a palace painted red
Nothing is meant to last but all I see is in the past
I played in wasted lands
Kid's got elaborate plans
Like a general on the march whose battle plains are in his head
This house has living dead
It's a palace painted red
Nothing is meant to last but all I see is in the past
Little girl is already dead
Mother is still sick in the head
This time she's got the heart to burn it down and watch the flames
This house has living dead
It's a palace painted red
Nothing is meant to last but all I see is in the past
It's a house of living death
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Catastrophes led by those who can spend
That’s why they’ll go hunting alone
They’ve built us a tower that won’t take us too high
We’ll never get stuck in the conference room
And Hell still sounds like it’s my kind of place
I’ve always had fun in the laundry room
It’s not a dream to sit here and sing
When my nightmares have finally materialized
Another wrong page to burn
As I labor impossible shovel-loads
I’d like the morning light
If my life weren’t tethered at all
I’m taken by hand in the throes of Her dance
And I’ve slipped on her clean, killing floor
This discord has distanced me far less than those
Passions I’ve known not to share
It’s time you make haste and keep what you hate
In the belly and bowels of your heart…
It’s not a dream to sit here and sing
When my nightmares have finally materialized
Another wrong page to burn
As I labor impossible shovel-loads
I’d like the morning light
If my life weren’t tethered at all
It’s not a dream to sit here and sing
When my nightmares have finally materialized
Another wrong page to burn
As I labor impossible shovel-loads
I’d like the morning light
If my life weren’t tethered at all
You want to leave her to die?
But don’t want to leave her alone?
I want to pick the wrong fight
Out there just to feel like an enemy…
I’ve got no light to shed, I’ve got one heart to break
That’s why they won’t make them so small
I’ve got room for the air that you can hardly breathe
I’ve taken my steps and it’s burying me
I feel Her dark hair in my dark hours
…I still need something to hold onto…
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Cold As Clay
03:07
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She’s at the door in the dead of night
Ringing the bell, she’s a stranger to love and ignore
She’s just a whore without a price
Another whore with nothing to give but a…
Short lie and a shot of wisdom
Sometimes she’s my enemy
She covers me with a leather blanket
And she smiles at me
Back at the barn lives an imbecile
Collecting quarters and saving the heads of dead birds
He used to steal but now he lies
Now he’s laying on the ground in a puddle of blood
He got high so they couldn’t catch him
Now his skin is as cold as clay
And the myths of his temper tantrums
Are miles and miles away
Let’s tie her to her Breaking Wheel
We’ll crush the bones that never would break on their own
Don’t think this time we’ll let her down
Don’t want the pressure of giving the children
A short mile to a disappointment
So saturnine on a Saturday
The Wound Man and the Joy of Cooking
Is all I need at the end of the day
It’s like riding a merry-go-round
For days…
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White Satin Evening Gown
03:41
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Got myself a new gold band
Got myself a diamond ring
Got myself a wedding dress
And it fits like a brand-new thing
Laid upon the midnight grass
He’s gonna pay a price to play
I only had to take his hand
No one is gonna touch my skin
I just wanna try it on…
I know I’ve got a useful part
Don’t wanna waste it on tonight
I know what’s in the big black book
Nothing’s gonna change my mind
I just wanna try it on
I didn’t know there was poison in my satin seams
It’s just one night. It’s just one kiss. It’s just my dress.
Maybe someday they will read it in the paper
They won’t even have to think
All the words come in real big sizes
Over and over in their head
I just want to try it on
I got myself a wedding dress
Who’s gonna be my date tonight?
I only had to take his hand
No one was supposed to touch my skin
I just want to try it on
I don’t want to die tonight
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Maladaptive
03:47
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Her beauty is gone when taken by age and endeavors
She’s got circumstantial subjects to make her feel better
But she’s a flower underneath
If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her
There’s a perfect lie that you know that you can be
Taught at school to learn to be quick without conscience
On the contrary, I won’t subscribe to your fiction
I won’t follow your rules
If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you
In my mind, I’m looking in maladaptive eyes
The mark of pride she bore once has now turned against her
She’s got nothing to shame, nothing to hang her own head with
It’s a harrowing carousel disease
If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her
And in her mind, she knows they’re leaving on
Halloween, the world of the living’s a prison
In a black disguise, she greets all her guests with that smile of hers
That takes a shallow heart to please
If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you
In my mind, I’m gazing in maladaptive eyes
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He’s got a body worse than how he’s dressed
Get’s his chores all done and he cleans his mess
He’s got a white face, long face
Heard the needle touch
Whispering lullabies in black underground
Ghosts of little ones never have been found
Led like infantry down the cellar stairs
And the children’s blood runs down his neck
And he wears their bones on his malformed head
The flesh is raw and stripped while his victims are alive
He keeps his oven running
His kitchen table is a slaughterhouse
He has deep thoughts for such a lack of education
He’s got a room with a big surprise
His deep wounds are from sexual frustration
His next guest is a sacrifice
A preacher in a tremble is listening upstairs
Ghosts of little girls plead out to him to care
He heard a voice, he heard a moan, he heard it in the dark
He heard footsteps of a creature coming up the cellar stairs
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Dim lantern lights in the dead of the night
To see if he’s sleeping in bed
With thoughts so unclear cause his smirk has a smear
With the freshness of fresh-tasting blood
We’ll make a map and we’ll point out the land
She’s got a heart made of iron and a head full of stones
A gaze and a gift that’s given her guilt
It never should take her this long
To look through his eyes and realize
That the dead have their own agenda
And his hands are a bag of leather that’s cracked
And his kisses are spiders that found a new home
No coward is she but she died of fear
She’s the girl who stood on a grave
Dim lantern lights in the dead of the night
To see if she’s sleeping in fetters
I’m happy for her cause she finally felt fear
Without a bucket of water or minnows
And she gets to be cold
And never grow old
Except for the flesh that’s bound to decay…
No coward is she but she died of fear
She’s the girl who stood on a grave
Kids aren’t afraid to play midnight games
Like and hide-and-go-seek or the Candyman
But please hear the song of the bravest of all
The girl who stood on a grave…
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Raven-haired Girl
04:23
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Unstable are such smitten,
Turbulent desires
I’m passing all this news through a
Certain sound of mine
All I knew was kept inside my head
All I knew should have stayed inside my head
All the others they are but children
And they’re all short enough to drown
But she’s standing in the deep end
Cause her darkness is like mine
Every night she’s still on my mind
Every night she’s still on my mind
The frivolous and quickest
Pleasures are a crime
But how can one be faithful
In a world of plastic smiles?
You’re surrounded by those weekend gods of love
You’re surrounded by those weekend gods of love
She’s pale as full-moon weather
She’s got painted on disguises
She’s hiding all of her secrets
But she’s got nothing to deny
All I know is she’s still on my mind
All I know is she’s still on my mind
I met her in the daylight
And I saw through her despair
She’s only harmed herself
When she’s carrying another’s repairs
All I know is she’s always on my mind
All I know is she’s always on my mind
May I take your hand? We can leave this afternoon.
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9. |
The Wendigo
04:42
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I could try to convince myself
But I’m not fine by this window sill
I know nobody hears me on their time
I held the door for the disappeared
It’s not the night or the worst I fear
But I choose to cultivate my impulse plans
I won’t admit that sounds out there
Are in my head and not reality
Eat the part that feeds the mind
Eat it all a second time
She’s in love with the risks she takes
What makes her smiles are things you hate
Her bad skin yields to touch on his bitter sheets
But I’m in love with that evening girl
But I was born with an ugly face
I feel like nothing can harm me when I’m in bed
The only time we’ve ever danced
Was in a dark and crowded room
Eat the part that feeds the mind
Eat it all a second time
Taking the lives of the upper class
They’ll never know all the times they’ve had
Are cut short by precision pointed right
We’ll split the spoils of that winter war
Caught a disease with an aftertaste
Rich blood tastes just like a chocolate shake
The only warmth that I feel outside
Is when I open up your wounds to see inside
To dine…
Eat the part that feeds the mind
Eat it all a second time
Drink the blood if it tastes like wine
Wash it off and you’ll feel alright
Eat the heart and eat the brains
Eat the flesh just to kill my pain
Eat the part that feeds the mind
Eat it all a second time…
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10. |
Rings on her Fingers
02:43
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I’ve been up late to dig the grey gardens
For the prize from her fate as she sleeps in a lot
I heard she’s still pretty with poison pale cheeks
I heard she’s still clean and she comes with a locket
All those rings on her fingers are glued to her hands
I just want to touch her hardened complexion
She just wants to know the love of the living
And I won’t give her dimes when she’s worth a gold token
As long as I’m here I know her unspoken
Words she can’t say as she’s sleeping forever
All those rings on her fingers are glued to her hands
I’ve had the taste of unliving love
I’ve been inside the warmth of cold skin
I’ve had the pleasure the bed was her grave
I found she’s pretty with poison pale cheeks
But her poison embrace has taken my breath
Now we’re together in death forever…
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Vudu Sister Providence, Rhode Island
Vudu Sister is an American band based in Providence, Rhode Island. Gothic folk with grunge influences. Songs to Sing in the Dark.
Keith J.G McCurdy.
Diane O'Connor.
Isabel Castellvi.
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