Lilian W. Grey

Hi my friends, here is lyrics of this Country-style song.

The last scream of us
By: SJA

Neon bleeding on the sawdust floor,
Smoke curls up like a Sunday lie.
Jukebox croons ’bout a lost good woman,
But the truth’s poured black in a whiskey sky.
Boot-heel rhythm on a busted plank,
Cards slap down with a hungry hiss—
I raise my glass to the shadow in the corner,
Where the devil waits with a lover’s kiss.

All my saints ran out of money,
All my prayers came back marked “due.”
So I tuned my heart like a steel-string sinner,
To a midnight red-eyed, raven-blue.

Hail the devil in the honky-tonk light,
Lift that bottle like a burning rite.
If heaven won’t take these broken hands,
Let the barstools be our promised land.
Hail the devil when the neon hums,
Bless the drums and the outlaw strums—
In this smoky room where angels choke,
We dance with fire and drink the smoke.

Brown-eyed trouble in a scarlet jacket,
Laughs like thunder in a summer grave.
Dealer grins with a pocket full of omens,
Band plays mercy like it can’t be saved.
Ash on my collar, sin on my breath,
Moon like a coin in a crooked slot—
I toast the lord of the last call hour,
For every sweet hell that the church forgot.

All my guilt turned into gravel,
Under wheels of a midnight tune.
Let the pedal steel cry hallelujah,
While the sinners sing the darker moon.

Hail the devil in the honky-tonk light,
Lift that bottle like a burning rite.
If heaven won’t take these broken hands,
Let the barstools be our promised land.
Hail the devil when the neon hums,
Bless the drums and the outlaw strums—
In this smoky room where angels choke,
We dance with fire and drink the smoke.

Let the preacher keep his golden ladder,
We’ve got stairs made out of barroom blues.
Every rung’s a shot of freedom,
Every step’s a righteous bruise.
Tip your hat to the embered darkness,
Tip the band and spin that wheel—
Salvation tastes like rye at midnight,
And the devil’s handshake feels like steel.

Hail the devil in the honky-tonk light,
Lift that bottle like a burning rite.
If heaven won’t take these broken hands,
Let the barstools be our promised land.
Hail the devil when the neon hums,
Bless the drums and the outlaw strums—
In this smoky room where angels choke,
We crown the night with flame and smoke.

So pour one more for the red right hand,
Where the truth runs dark and the lies sound grand—
In a bar that burns but never breaks,
We ride with the devil till the morning shakes.

3 months ago | [YT] | 0

Lilian W. Grey

Here is one of my new song´s lyrics.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4vqE...

AMERICAN GOD MEANS NOTHING ANYMORE
By: SJA

County line sun going down like a busted fuse,
They took you in chains where the night don’t choose.
Orange jumpsuit glow through a dirty phone glass,
Your voice like thunder rolling slow past mass.
I kept your letter in my pocket like a rusted nail,
Said, “Baby, don’t you drown in the same old ale.”
But the world got mean and the rent got late,
So I kissed that stamp and I cursed this fate.

Keys on the counter, saints on the shelf,
I’m losing the room and I’m losing myself.

So I drink like a river till the neon swims,
Stagger to the jukebox, pray with broken hymns.
Order up the sorrow, make it double-wide,
If love’s doing time, I’m the partner in the crime.
Bartender, spin that steel till the sorrow’s thin—
I’m heading to the bar to pull the night within.

Your mugshot smile in a wallet fold,
Looks like July set in iron and cold.
Guard dogs bark at the moon I wear,
Every step home leaves a boot-print prayer.
I told the mirror, “Don’t you preach tonight,”
It fogged up anyway like it knew I’d fight.
So I laced my grief in a dusty boot,
Took the long road down where the lies taste true.

Coins on the counter, time in a jar,
I’m bleeding in rhythm to a twelve-string scar.

So I drink like a river till the neon swims,
Stagger to the jukebox, pray with broken hymns.
Order up the sorrow, make it double-wide,
If love’s doing time, I’m the partner in the crime.
Bartender, spin that steel till the sorrow’s thin—
I’m heading to the bar to pull the night within.

I toast your shadow in the county yard,
To the razor-wire wind and a gambler’s card.
If freedom’s a highway under thunder-black skies,
I’ll hitch with the lightning where the truth never lies.
Let the choir keep quiet, let the bail be low,
I’ll pour you a sunrise when they let you go.

Raise that flag over diesel and dust,
Over diners and diners that still know trust.
Stars and stripes over motels and miles—
No any God bless the highways and honky-tonk smiles.

And I drink like a river till the neon sings,
Crown the dark lord of midnight things.
If heaven won’t answer and mercy won’t speak,
Let the outlaw drums pound seven nights a week.

Hail to America and shit—wide, wild, and free,
I worship the Devil who keeps pace with me.
And I spit on the steeple’s shadow as I pass,
Let the church keep its gold—I’ll keep my glass.

When the lock turns open and they call your name,
I’ll be on the curb with a black-tipped flame—
With a flag on my shoulder and sin on my breath,
Loving you fierce from the bar to the death.

3 months ago | [YT] | 0

Lilian W. Grey

I just released a groovy song that might get stuck in your head for weeks. Go check it out and if you think I deserve your subscription - I really appreciate it and it helps my channel grow! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFOig...

4 months ago | [YT] | 1

Lilian W. Grey

Hey friends! I just uploaded a brand new gothic industrial music collection — running up to 8 hours long! I created this so you can easily have it in the background and discover plenty of new sounds along the way. Hope you enjoy it!

4 months ago | [YT] | 0

Lilian W. Grey

It's my birthday today, August 21st.

I don't think anyone gives a damn about it, but I wanted to post this for you. I am other, I am lyricism. I am the devil who whispers in the alley. I am perfect.

4 months ago | [YT] | 4

Lilian W. Grey

Friends, it looks like we've achieved something great with these lyrics! The meter shows that 100 important people have subscribed to my channel. Thank you so much for that! I appreciate each and every one of you, and I really mean it. Thank you so much friends, this helps me to continue writing lyrics for you. I feel privileged about that - I hope you know that.

5 months ago | [YT] | 2

Lilian W. Grey

Friends, tell me when I'm worthy of your subscribing to my channel. What do you want in the lyrics? Feel free to say! :)

5 months ago | [YT] | 0

Lilian W. Grey

It's exciting that no one has discovered this song yet, which is my favorite of all. It's a text that cuts deep and is sensitive at the same time as it is a heavy text. For me, there is darkness in this text.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Rxj8...

5 months ago | [YT] | 0

Lilian W. Grey

Friends, it's amazing to see that when I write, my channel gets few subscribers. For me, it is blessing for next one. Thank you for that, it's amazing, I appreciate it above all else. I hope I'm worthy of it in the future. Because the fact that you bother to press that "subscription" button is important to me and helps me on my journey. Thank you, really!

5 months ago | [YT] | 4

Lilian W. Grey

Summer makes me miss winter in a way, with its snow and bad weather. It kind of drives the feeling that you can hide behind that crappy weather and that everyone is just focused on that crappy weather and thus can't see me. I want to be hidden when I'm in a group, I want to be forgotten when people are giving out places.

6 months ago | [YT] | 0