the Deluge

the Deluge

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The Deluge is a whirling dervish of a band that possesses a kinetic energy in their live show that will leave audiences swooning long afterwards.

Biography

All members of the Deluge are experienced musicians familiar with the city streets and country highways that connect the many live music venues of the Carolina's and the South East. The Deluge have put what they have learned about music and life into a new experience, for both listener and performer.

The Deluge features from their debut record Cryin' on the Vine the award winning "Strange World'...which won best R&B song of 2010 from the international John Lennon Songwriting Contest.

Their second release Elephant Graveyard features the talents of Kofi Burbridge (Tedeschi/Trucks Band) and showcases the group's vast musical range.

Lyrics

Strange World

Written By: Brandon Knox

Strange World

There’s some color now, that’s fading fast
It don’t even make sense, to even ask
The walls are all changing, the potholes are all clean
My world’s fallen apart, because it’s all centered on me

I keep trying to hold my head up
Without going down so low
This ain’t nothing but a strange world
Well it’s war and peace and strong and meek
And far too much to hold

She said, “I love you,” she mumbled it in her sleep
That’s the sound of a girl in the way, but I’m too tired to leave
It makes different shapes now, mostly done out of need
Lord knows I’m gonna miss her, but will she ever think of me

I keep trying to hold my head up
Without going down so low
This ain’t nothing but a strange world
Well it’s war and peace and strong and meek
And far too much to hold

I cashed in some old favors, moved out beyond the pines
I got lost looking for myself, to escape the roar in my mind
It’s been a bitter long winter, as we slowly catch up to spring
My heart’s gonna save her, if she could only hear me sing

In good sense I’ll wager, my past will catch up to me
Yes we’ve reached pay dirt, but it’s no longer under our feet
It’s moved out West to Michigan, to Kentucky or Tennessee
To the eighth star of Ursa Major, to the coldest part of New Jersey

I keep trying to hold my head up
Without going down so low
This ain’t nothing but a strange world
Well it’s war and peace and strong and meek
And far too much to hold

Rosy

Written By: Brandon Knox/The Deluge

Archibald Lee was a tree of a man
He kept the mother of pearl in the palm of his hand
He sold high class women to low class, low brow men
Honey ain’t cheap and neither is sin
The girls hang off the porch drinking bathtub gin
It costs you forty five dollars to see the treasures kept therein
Rosy Red was a Tokyo Rose
She wore a satin slip underneath her clothes
She was Archie’s best girl and this everyone knows
That she was a woman of ill repute
She smelled like cloves and cheap perfume
With a heart of gold and eyes of ageless blue

Always glad to see a friendly face
Had all the time in the world to waste
As long as you were a Jon that could pay
Well her heart sought out those finer things
Like trinkets of gold and fancy diamond rings
Cause a working girl ain’t got hope with which to cling

Well Candy and Tracy and Rosy conspired
To ring Archie’s kneck with piano wire
The time had come for old Archie to retire
They planned it out no stone unturned
His soul in hell would forever burn
For his hateful ways a fatal lesson he’s gonna learn
That you can beat a woman you can tan her hide
You can salt her wounds you can’t take her pride
Rosy Red was the proudest woman alive
They waited until old Archie was asleep
They positioned themselves without making a peep
The time had come to perform that deadly deed

Archibald never really felt a thing
He slept like a rock in a hurricane
He didn’t wake up until he finally felt that sting
Well his eyes rolled back in a zombie glaze
Blood was rushing up to his face
A little piano wire had sealed his fate

Rosy

Written By: Brandon Knox

Archibald Lee was a tree of a man
He kept the mother of pearl in the palm of his hand
He sold high class women to low class, low brow men
Honey ain’t cheap and neither is sin
The girls hang off the porch drinking bathtub gin
It costs you forty five dollars to see the treasures kept therein
Rosy Red was a Tokyo Rose
She wore a satin slip underneath her clothes
She was Archie’s best girl and this everyone knows
That she was a woman of ill repute
She smelled like cloves and cheap perfume
With a heart of gold and eyes of ageless blue

Always glad to see a friendly face
Had all the time in the world to waste
As long as you were a Jon that could pay
Well her heart sought out those finer things
Like trinkets of gold and fancy diamond rings
Cause a working girl ain’t got hope with which to cling

Well Candy and Tracy and Rosy conspired
To ring Archie’s kneck with piano wire
The time had come for old Archie to retire
They planned it out no stone unturned
His soul in hell would forever burn
For his hateful ways a fatal lesson he’s gonna learn
That you can beat a woman you can tan her hide
You can salt her wounds you can’t take her pride
Rosy Red was the proudest woman alive
They waited until old Archie was asleep
They positioned themselves without making a peep
The time had come to perform that deadly deed

Archibald never really felt a thing
He slept like a rock in a hurricane
He didn’t wake up until he finally felt that sting
Well his eyes rolled back in a zombie glaze
Blood was rushing up to his face
A little piano wire had sealed his fate

Discography

Cryin' on the Vine-The Deluge
Elephant Graveyard-The Deluge