Draw This Bitter Blood

by Sama Dams

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1.
Tiger 08:19
I'm getting up before this begins These little games that I never win Kiss me sweet, the reason shoots through open doors in front of me And then at night it wants let back in She isn't home until she's in bed Sine qua non - no word left unsaid Kiss me sweet, she says the stories here could pave the streets I sighs heavy to deny her Kiss me sweet, the teeth to draw this bitter blood from me You'll turn into a tiger You'll turn into a tiger An olive branch grew from my empty head You took a chance to chew on all that I said Kiss me sweet, your instinct stops before you understand And leaves the rest to fire Kiss me sweet, and think of fifty ways to skin your man You'll turn into a tiger I love my lady tiger Oh you understand enough brag There's motion ahead of the ridge I'm caught up in air with a circle of birds and your grin And when you rest, I will sleep next to you When you wake, I'll rub my eyes next to you And when you run, I will run after you We'll hunt for demons Another swell And the man outside is gone again He was staring stepping up on every little thing And the song was on the ropes In the morning I was so afraid too sick to sing And I guarded my front door with an iron pan Then I saw the tail beyond the gate begin to swing And the happy horror left of the man Tiger calls to me among the demon's bloodied limbs Tiger comes to me with boiling eyes Tiger sings my soul can finally be born again Tiger stalks me till my mouth is dry Tiger grips my chest to give my breath back to the wind And the secrets I've been keeping She's says, "Nothing worth repeating, Quiet while I'm eating." What did your troubles say, little one? What made you turn away, little one? I leave the rest for you, little one I saved the best for you, my little one. Kisses sweet from lips forever stained with empathy
2.
Palm Sunday 03:41
The days of flowers have taught me how To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds The bread of life and cup reply And fill my heart and mind with every reason telling why. The days of flowers have taught me how To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds The bread of life and cup are now What's flowing through the sap and dew drops all around The town is glowing green What a winter it has been The kids are on the rooftops with their stereo machines Yeah we all hit the streets Skin blazing in the heat I know each mossy crack in sidewalks underneath my feet I check the time, I find your name I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again. I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again.
3.
Feels Like 02:09
Feels like a father's arms, Doesn't it
4.
Born into the kingdom of the lovely ones Captive to the nation of the holy guns What was I to do? What was I to do? Drag me to some far off mountain top - glory Bind me to the alter. I am offered up! Gloria Gloria Gloria Who am I to isolate the mind of Christ Given all the faces made to paint the wise? We are being used We are being used Bless those histories lost from before - glory Stripped and cursed to kill forevermore Gloria Gloria Gloria I suffocate The dynasties of old will lay me down in catacombs  Under and over the strata of bones And iron-clad silhouettes The lovely stars still a canopy over our heads They will circle on. Lighting the emptiest eyes, and watching. Close your eyes and taste the gift - the Holy Breath Melding and colliding with the grace of death We are not afraid We are not afraid Etch your great dominions in the dirt Time itself is trampled by a single word Gloria Gloria Gloria Gloria Gloria
5.
The Mentor 04:16
Even with no one's hand to hold you Even in the distance between two I grew up in that house I'm just so glad to be someone's child I was born under wings Holding onto clothes that you gave to me Hung beneath the pallor of morning They're alright, they're by my side Just so glad to be someone's child He opens up the windows and watches He opens of the colors in soft kiss I become warm again I'm just so glad to be someone's child Gave to me a voice to sing I look up to you Summer leaves with gentle persuasion Summer turns for one more farewell Fall has grown to the trees Just so glad to be someone's child Summer slips from the leaves I'm just so glad to be someone's child But I am borne of everything I look up to you
6.
Architect 03:16
Your hair is tangled up again Like you've been wrestling with the wind Following strands, my roving hands will twist and turn This natural art, forbidden craft I'll someday learn It covers your eyes! It covers your eyes! Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled Your shoulders seem to drag again And all the ink's run out my pen We'd curse the world but there is no where else to run Cause every world I know is still lit by the sun You can't hide the dusk Or hide from the dawn Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled Between you and I, we must have cried 10,000 tears Your hair's still a mess And I'm still just guessing Let's count every blessing Grace forever, grace protect Bear our burdens on your neck Oh Architect oh Architect We've been fumbling in your nets A dream borne from our separate beds We have four arms, we have two heads Oh Architect could you explain Why from our wounds one blood is bled? One blood is bled

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"It might have caused some mix-ups in recent years (City Club members showing up at night clubs, etc.), but really, local singer-songwriter Sam Adams sharing a name with Portland’s mayor can only help the musician stand out from the pack. Not that Adams needs the name to distinguish himself; his ambitious avant-rock does that perfectly well. On this summer’s Draw This Bitter Blood EP, Adams uses an expansive instrumental palette and digital textures to raise what might have been standard-issue boy-meets-guitar songs to inspired, even experimental, compositions. And if the arrangements don’t set him apart, Adams’ dynamic, haunting voice (think Radiohead’s Thom Yorke) certainly will."
Jonathan Frochtzwajg (Willamette Week Vol. 38/04)

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released August 3, 2011

Written and Performed by Sam Adams
Recorded at the Magic Closet in Portland & Sam's house
Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered by Ian Watts
Drums by Brady Swan
Backing vocals by Lisa Adams
Violin on "Architect" played by Laura Kucera

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