I am not allowed to goo-gle stuff right now so someone please give me the lyrics to the following songs... part 2... 1. Curses by The Crane Wives
2. Cecily Smith (Bonus Track) by Will Connolly
3. Thus Always to Tyrants By The Oh Hellos

1. There's a fire in my brain and I'm burning up

Oh my, oh my

Keep running for the sink but the well is dry

Oh my, oh my

Every word I say is kindling

But the smoke clears when you're around

Won't you stay with me, my darling

When my walls start burning down?

This house is my name like an elegy

Oh my, oh my

Echoing where my ghosts all used to be

Oh my, oh my

There's still cobwebs in the corners

And the backyard's full of bones

Won't you stay with me, my darling

When this house don't feel like home?

When this house don't feel like home?

Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust

The devil's after both of us

Last my curses out to rest

Make a mercy out of me

This tired old machine is a-rumbling

Oh my, oh my

Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye

Oh my, oh my

All my aching bones…

2. The war was over, I was living with my folks

I yelled upstairs "Hey mom, I'm off to grab some smokes"

And my father called, "Why you need to smoke so late?"

Well I'd lied, I had a date

Free from my folks' enslavement

Skippin' along the pavement

To see a brunnette, who I'd never met

But I never would forget, how she looked in that dress

How she stuck out her hand and said

"My name is Cecily Smith and I hope you like music

'Cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata"

That's when I said, "I hate opera"

She laughed and said, "Well lucky for you

That you're with Cecily Smith

Who cares what you are listening to

It's who you're listening with"

So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap

If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap

So I close my eyes as…

3. Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground

I will still come around when the time for sleep is through

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale

Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth

Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day

Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake

In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

To and fro, I will not follow

Where you go, I will not also

I will look for you as the sun rises higher

When the dry bones dance with…