Specter At The Feast

Fire Walker
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Fire Walker

SONG of the DAY _ Fire Walker ~ Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - from “Specter at the Feast” (2013)

Your love was always yours to give, or start another war.
But you’re always wounded perfectly, for what you’re living for.
Your eyes have wept a thousand tears, you never needed mine.
The crime is never what you steal, but what you leave behind.
And maybe I’m too blind to see, the line was always crossed in me.
And maybe I’m too far to reach, but what’s inside of you’s the same as me.

When the soul dies it burns like the page, we pass through the gates.
We pass through the gates, we pass through the gates, we pass through the gates.

Your soul was never yours to keep, it’s barely in you now.
The bullet from the shell it leaves, strips it to the ground.
And maybe I’m too blind to see, the fire is all that walks with me.
And maybe I’m too starved and weak, but what’s inside of you’s the same as me.

It’s a place where we all belong, gives rise to our very own.
It’s a call in the air we breathe, a sign to the everything.
It’s a call from where we’ve gone, to a place we’ve always known.
It’s a sign everywhere you go, it’s a call when all have gone.
To the place where all are from, it’s a call to our very own.
Gives rise with everyone, it’s a path we’ve always known.
Gives way to everything, gives rise to the night.
Gives way to the everything, takes hold to the all we know.
Gives way to the night, gives rise to the everything.

The Knife
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
The Knife

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - The Knife

A story about this song: back in 2008 when I met the guys for the first time (Nick was still around, can you believe that), as you may already know because I’m always talking about it, Robert (dearest, loveliest Robert) played some songs for my friends and me, just sitting outside the hotel. After more than an hour of such bliss (he was sitting less than 2 feet away, I still don’t know how I survived), he said he’d play a new song to “end the show”. He said the song had just been written, and it didn’t have a name yet. Then he sang it, hugged us and left. For the next few days we tried to find any version of the song, but we couldn’t find it anywhere until several months later, when they started playing it live. I’ve been waiting for an album version ever since… The point of this blablablah is that we probably were the first ones to ever listen to it. Yeah.