The Depths (2013)

by The Blackwater Fever

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released March 22, 2013

Written & recorded by The Blackwater Fever

Shane Hicks: vocals, guitar, lapsteel
Andrew Walter: drums, percussion
Jed A. Walters: bass, organ, synthesiser

Mixed & produced by Shane Hicks
at Parallel Sound & Eleven PM Studios

Recorded at Parallel Sound.
Additional recording at Borough Studios.

Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering Service.

Artwork by Shane Hicks

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The Blackwater Fever Brisbane, Australia

The Depths is the third album by Brisbane based Australian band, The Blackwater Fever. Recorded, mixed and produced by the band from their home studio, Parallel Sound, the album represents an evolution in songwriting and production.

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Track Name: When The Night Comes
love is done
hurts like a wreck
burning on the setting sun

blood runs wild
at the end of the last breath
the stars don't shine no more
night falls on the bones of love

i won't cry over you

i was blind
so blind that i couldn't see

and everything went black
frozen in a heart attack
'cause you're colder than the arctic snow
and it hurts like you'll never know

i won't cry over you
Track Name: Can't Help Yourself
the needle falls
hammer in your hand
soon time and space won't mean a thing
you can't help yourself

can't help yourself

the city beat
a red light rolling stone
strangers feed on flesh, stripped from your bones
you can't help yourself

can't help yourself

when the darkness falls
a killer on the prowl
his blade is sharp and cold and he bleeds you out
you can't help yourself

can't help yourself
Track Name: Don't Fuck With Joe
he's run this town since time begun
like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun
he ain't your friend and he ain't your foe
but take heed now, don't fuck with joe

takes his hammer, takes a stone
like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl
to the light in the valley where you call it home
and break down your door when you're sleeping sound

takes his cleaver, cuts your throat
a cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat
some say he's the devil, just a bad mofo
one thing's for sure you don't fuck with joe

well there once was a trucker by the name of clyde
ran a little moonshine on the side
he knew damn well who owned that liquor store
but no one told him who wrote the law

found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track
it was the midnight train that broke his back
ain't no way to die but then he shoulda had known
that he dug his grave when he fucked with joe

sue ray ran a house of ill repute
in the old shack down by the black bayou
had 'em lined up way round the bend
i think you know how the story ends

joe fucked her good with a shot to the head
her brains laid out all over the bed
he had no right to do the things he did
but if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead

you should've never stolen from butcher's corner store
'cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor
his names' on the wind, footsteps in the snow
i warned you three times already
i can't warn you no more

so when he takes his hammer, takes a stone
breaks down your door while you're sleeping sound
the light of the moon hits his cleaver to show
the red with anger, wild eyes of joe
Track Name: Now She's Gone
i've been up all night, walkin' city streets
wondering what i did to make her heart skip a beat
'cause now she's gone

didn't i care for you, give you everything you need
i treated you like a queen
now i know that i should've seen this coming on
'cause now she's gone

my souls' worn down, like a river bed stone
she left without a reason why & that cuts me to the bone
my heart still burns of the thought of her you see
someone put this fire out 'cause these thoughts won't let me be

now that she's gone
Track Name: Seven White Horses
on seven white horses i'll take you away

no shackle or chain gonna keep me from you
Track Name: The Depths
in the eye of a storm there’s place that i hold
further than centre and further through folds
she calls my name and i call the same
from a place that pushes, pulls and flows

deep and it’s dark, the depths of my heart
hard and it’s cold, the depths of my soul