Bubs (ft. Joyslop)
This avant garde indie folk song opens with whispered vocals over sparse, clanking junkyard percussion. Harmonica, bowed fiddle, and raw two-string guitars gradually layer in, building tension. Intensity erupts in a chaotic interplay, then the final chorus bursts forth with unaccompanied gang vocals.
Bubs (ft. Joyslop)
This avant garde indie folk song opens with whispered vocals over sparse, clanking junkyard percussion. Harmonica, bowed fiddle, and raw two-string guitars gradually layer in, building tension. Intensity erupts in a chaotic interplay, then the final chorus bursts forth with unaccompanied gang vocals.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Down in the tunnels where the ashes never fade
Live the bubs with their lantern eyes of jade
They gnaw on the roots and the rusted rails
Hum low hymns in the dripping dark trails
chorus
Oh, bubs, bubs
Lead me through the night
To the warm wet hole
Where the fireflies light
The warm wet hole
Where the memories fade
Give me to the hole today-ay-ay-ay—ay
verse 2
I’m a hand in a sock and a puppet made of clues
Oh look! There’s another one circling you
The truth is a secret that I never meant to keep
The bubs are awake while the others are asleep oh
chorus 2
bubs, bubs
Lead me through the night
To the warm wet hole
Where the fireflies light
The warm wet hole
Where the memories fade
Give me to the hole today-ay-ay-ay—ay
harmonica solo
bridge
I’m a one man band in a two horse clan
I’m happy with a plan or fans or a Stan
The water doesn’t follow where the under tow creeps
If the bubs aren’t losing their sleeeeeeeeep
verse 3
There’s a muddy gazing wife where the husband used to be
An Un-unique story that ends so unhappily
There’s a kid hangin out where his father used to be
An Un-unique story where he prayed he’d never be~~~~~
chorus 3 - belted
bubs, bubs
Lead me through the night
To the warm wet hole
Where the fireflies light
The warm wet hole
Where the memories fade
Give me to the hole today-ay-ay-ay—ay
final chorus- drunk gang vocals
bubs, bubs
Lead me through the night
To the warm wet hole
Where the fireflies light
The warm wet hole
Where the memories fade
Give me to the hole today-ay-ay-ay—ay