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Whiskey in my veins I drown
Lost man in a lonely town
Steel slide sings a mournful sound
Misery wears a broken crown
I feel like I'm sipping cologne

In the dark, I play my strings
A cello's mournful melody
Echoes of pain, my heartache sings
Still suffering, endlessly
A haunting tune, in minor key

a mournful ode, and a playin' and sing out loud
and play that fiddle till the sun goes down

hear that mournful sound 
She is lost up there in heaven
And her soul is homeward bound

At the gate she asked St. Peter 
Why did God take me so soon

nothin' but regrets, a graveyard for the past
Empty whiskey bottle in my hand, the future movin' fast

These Delta blues, they moan a mournful tune
Singin'

Of mournful joy  
 Still waits the one  
 Who dares  
  
 I walk the night  
 Pride filled my heart  
 Tame warrior for Christ

Sadness Rains

Novembers Doom

Amid Its Hallowed Mirth

Mournful overcast, sorrowful state. Gray distant sky, pensive
Turmoil. In heavy spirits, wretched, forlorn. Joyless and dismal,
Stricken with grief.

When solemn sighs the hollow wind
and deepened thought enwraps the mind
If you sing in a mournful tone
Ever sigh 'cause you feel alone
Forget me not

fades away
In the shadows of the past the green turns to gray

Oh the forest is crying hear its mournful plea
Once a haven of life now a memory
In

A burial at sea, a death to be
A pyschopath on a killing spree

Hallows Victim it seems you are
War is our destiny and not too far
Mournful Cries

Hollow's Lament in the night
A cry for the lost a plea for light
Through the darkness we shall fight
In this endless mournful plight

From the ruins a fire

home
You really feel like you're alone
The mournful roar of engines
Through the streets you'll never own

No fun, fun, fun

Their mournful path
Lies through the wastelands
Through the parched
Lands of self-exclusion
Grievously…

Like gutless puppets
In pitch-dark silence 
For

The fall of winter steals the light
The weight of silence kills the life

Mournful whispers sing a deadly rhyme
Tortured voices whose souls arise

The dust the Dreamking and I.
Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons.
We did what the sun forbade us to.

Oh how mournful we are,
soon

Kick Me When I'm Down

Tim O'Brien

When No One's Around

at the funeral, makin' mournful sounds
Just like an old friend to kick me when I'm down

Kick me when I'm down, down level with the ground
Spread it all around,

Brother Thrush [Bonus Track]

Barclay James Harvest

Try a Little Sunshine: The British Psychedelic Sounds of 1969

While Brother Bird still.... flies!

Brother Lark, see him wake the day
See him fly on by
Above the streets now empty
To his mournful cry
Brother

she walks between 
The light enclosed her dream 
Now she's finally; free 

She has the tainted tells 
Screaming from the silent weep the mournful sleep

the insanity
Depressive yet peaceful
My spirit blackened

Mournful gloom
Looking at the frozen eyes
The icy corpse still
In a pool of cold blood

The scars

In a marching band or a salsa beat,
In the heart of music, the trumpet's heat.
A fanfare in victory or a mournful cry,
In the hands of the trumpeter,

like ghosts
Dawn drips its greys from the mournful sky
Ghastly creep of light
Hoofs beat grey air
Behold

( What happened with your vibes 
When you cut the shape of your clouds

Letting the  branches grow 
Through your mind )

Mournful, mournful eyes,

Smoky barroom haze hangs heavy in the air
Like the weight of your goodbye, a burden I still bear
Piano cries a mournful tune, each note a teardrop's

embrace.

Doom metal, lullaby out of the damned,
Our serenade in skulls and flames.
In the distortion our solace is found,
Our eerie calm in the mournful