Pistol At Noon
from Tom Van Stockum by Tom Van Stockum
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lyrics
she’s a pistol at noon but at two she’s a calm blooded mare
when she combs through her hair
the mirror reflects
a moon waxing crescent
edging out that young slivered stare
in keeping with father
she is quiet when she’s drunk
but she’s never too drunk
til there none left to drink
and it makes a boy think
that the moon should run red
cause no matter the hour
she is constantly crowding his head
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
the long empty days indicate that the summer has come
as a rule of thumb
the idle come out
humid with passion forever strangers to doubt
the kid had been warned not to mix with the dangerous kind
they’ll rot out your mind
and always persist
but he smiled inside cause for danger was all that he wished
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
in a closed room again
tradition is writ
like a tattoo on god
in an unfinished font
like the brand of a blind man
she’s a pistol at noon but a four she is pushed through the door
though the elder want more
the young ones are gripped
by the wonderous ache
by the pang of a white knuckled fist
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
when she combs through her hair
the mirror reflects
a moon waxing crescent
edging out that young slivered stare
in keeping with father
she is quiet when she’s drunk
but she’s never too drunk
til there none left to drink
and it makes a boy think
that the moon should run red
cause no matter the hour
she is constantly crowding his head
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
the long empty days indicate that the summer has come
as a rule of thumb
the idle come out
humid with passion forever strangers to doubt
the kid had been warned not to mix with the dangerous kind
they’ll rot out your mind
and always persist
but he smiled inside cause for danger was all that he wished
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
in a closed room again
tradition is writ
like a tattoo on god
in an unfinished font
like the brand of a blind man
she’s a pistol at noon but a four she is pushed through the door
though the elder want more
the young ones are gripped
by the wonderous ache
by the pang of a white knuckled fist
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
credits
from Tom Van Stockum,
released July 7, 2015
Tom Van Stockum - Vocals, Guitar
Hayden Hawkins - Drums
Zach Lane - Bass
Nick Lerman - Lead Guitar
Elliott Christ - Piano
Wesley Nichols - Backup Vocals
Alex P. Wernquest - Recording Engineer
David Coit - Assistant Recording Engineer
Jesse Lauter - Mixing Engineer
Alan Silverman - Mastering Engineer
Recorded at Basement Floods Studio
Mixed at Old Soul Studio
Mastered at Arf Mastering
Written By Tom Van Stockum
Produced by Alex P. Wernquest
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
Tom Van Stockum - Vocals, Guitar
Hayden Hawkins - Drums
Zach Lane - Bass
Nick Lerman - Lead Guitar
Elliott Christ - Piano
Wesley Nichols - Backup Vocals
Alex P. Wernquest - Recording Engineer
David Coit - Assistant Recording Engineer
Jesse Lauter - Mixing Engineer
Alan Silverman - Mastering Engineer
Recorded at Basement Floods Studio
Mixed at Old Soul Studio
Mastered at Arf Mastering
Written By Tom Van Stockum
Produced by Alex P. Wernquest
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
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