Tobacco from Campa Cavallo by De-Esser

My baby rolls her own tobacco
she cuts her own clothes into shape
hammered the rings on her fingers
subsists on canvas and paint

hardly believes in the devil
wakes up in his bed every day
whispers his name when she's sleeping
calls out his name when she wakes

she builds herself anew each day
with blood and bone and bruise and vein

my baby make-believes in angels
calls them to rescue the day
she finger paints them onto windows
whenever it starts to rain

he drinks to the base of the bottle
with a nose full of cocaine
calls her a casual lover
treats her in casual ways

she knows that I love her
that I would take her away
but she always refuses
the devil always gets his way

she paints the bruises on her face
and practices what he said to say

• Folk
• blues
• indie folk
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• tape
• Seattle