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Mortis Nervosa

by Vudu Sister

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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
2.
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…
3.
Cold As Clay 03:07
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…
4.
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
5.
Maladaptive 03:47
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
6.
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
7.
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…
8.
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.
9.
The Wendigo 04:42
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…
10.
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…

credits

released May 13, 2016

Mortis Nervosa was recorded at the Columbus Theatre in Providence, RI in the Autumn of 2015.

Produced by Keith J.G McCurdy and Ben Knox Miller.
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Ben Knox Miller with additional engineering assistance by Andy Davis.
All production was conducted at Eyeland Studios in Providence, RI.
No computers were used in the recording of this record. No instruments were plugged in to any machines. *
All songs written by Keith J.G McCurdy and Vudu Sister.

*Rings on Her Fingers was recorded by Michael Samos in his home in Providence, RI.

Art design/layout by Polina Volfovich.
Photography by Jayna Aronovitch.

The musicians on this record are:
Keith J.G McCurdy – vocals, acoustic guitar, ukulele
Diane M. O’Connor – violin
Amato Zinno – bass
MorganEve Swain – viola
Kate Jones – backing vocals
Michael Samos – mandolin, ukulele for "Rings on her Fingers"

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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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