Kit Soden

Like a Dancer Unstrung

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Like a dancer unstrung


Cut your shadow loose
And run
Like a dancer unstrung

I don’t want things to thin
I don’t want to hang by a thread
Whatever we knew
In the here and now
Don’t matter
When it’s when

You got to choose

Cut your shadow loose
And run
Like a dancer unstrung
Like a dancer unstrung

It’s the only race you need to win
The only line you gotta cross
Whatever you knew
In the there and then
Don’t matter
In the end

You got to choose

Cut your shadow loose
And run
Like a dancer unstrung
Like a dancer unstrung
Like a dancer unstrung



Words by Steven Erikson
Music by Kit Soden

Tuxedo Cadillac

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Tuxedo Cadillac

Grey Man’s Tuxedo Cadillac
Keeps on rolling
Past the smokestacks
Of whatever’s churning
Round in my head

You can stand there
Wearing your certainty
You can feel it
Driving you forward
Like a big black car, babe

Now there’s a line
I heard somewhere
About dogs
Clawing at the door
But baby it’s worth knowing --
Chains can spin
For eternity
Rings can glitter
With a life of their own
And on this road
Nobody wins
Without paying
The Grey Man home

So we stood there
In this crazy dream
With our thumbs out
On a bridge above a stream

As if we knew where we’re going

And when the last
Chariot rolled past
The last wagon rocked by
When the last greyhound
Chased the rabbit around

This caddy rolls up and the window rolls down

Now there’s a line
I heard somewhere
About black dogs
Clawing at the door
But baby it’s worth knowing --
Chains can spin
For eternity
Rings can glitter
With a life of their own
And on this road
Nobody wins
Without paying
The Grey Man home


Words by Steven Erikson
Music by Kit Soden

Reaper's Gale

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Reaper’s Gale

Crawl down sun this is not your time
-- This is not your time --
Black waves slide
Under the sheathed moon
Upon the shore a silent storm
Heaves up from crimson foam
A will untamed
A new age born

From your mountain nests
-- High mountain nests --
Your iron clouds
To leave the sea its dancing
Refuse of stars
On this host of salty midnight tides
Gather drawn and draw tight
Your tempest

The storm comes
Shouldering aside
The storm comes
In a marching wind
This reaper’s gale

The storm comes
On this wild ride (Nowhere to run)
The storm comes
Riding a black sail
This reaper’s gale



Words by Steven Erikson
Music by Kit Soden

One Thread

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One thread 

I came walkin' in from the desert 
On a cold October morn 
And the clock in the tower spun backward 
In that dusty prairie town 
The weather vane on the steeple 
Was a unicorn covered in rust 
It’s been pointing north now 
A hundred years (pretty much) 

Now it spun a wild squeal 
And followed me up the street 
And I heard it say 

I’ll give ya one thread for your blanket 
Two threads for your soul 

Ageless as the hills from where she came, 
And nobody had ever heard her name 
She’d watched the locomotives roll 
Between piles of buffalo bones 
It was an iron skull all the same 
She lived in a house of rusty rail spikes 
And sat in front of the door 
Rocking wild in her bamboo chair 

Something slithered in her eyes 
Gaze tracking my every stride 
She stretched out her hand 

And gave me one thread for my blanket 
Two threads for my soul 

A man with silver studs was standing 
Like Jesus Christ reborn 
But there was change in his pockets 
He wouldn’t give to no one 
He never thought past his own opinions 
He had no conscience to be torn 
The heels on those cowboy boots 
Well they weren’t even worn 

He wished I’d just wither 
Under his righteous regard 
And he pointed a finger 

Taking one thread from my blanket 
Two threads from my soul 

Now the sky looks big in this parta the world 
And the sun it walks a slow slow mile 
The wind it’s just God’s long breath out 
And you’ll know how that never ends 
But it’s talkin a blue streak all the while 
When the devil under ground rises up 
That weather vane spins 'round south 
And the unicorn, well, he just smiles 

While the twister ties one on 
The devil will beguile 
And with teeth’s he’s filed 

Steals one thread from my blanket 
Two threads from my soul 

So now that town’s behind me a dusty state of mind 
And this road’s the sweetest river 
Through promises made of sand 
There’s an angel with her thumb stuck out 
Her skirt a white sail in the wind 
I shivered before her warning smile 
I even thought about taking a stand 
Instead I just walked on past 

And when our shadows crossed 
God just nodded 
And so tippin my hat 

I gave her one thread from my blanket 
Two threads from my soul 

In this world and every other it’s worth remembering 
What it is to stay warm 
On a cold October morning 
It’s only in your mind 
That clocks run backward 
To summers forlorn & gone 
Try to recall it was this cold 
On the day you were born 

And she was there 
Her breath so soft 
Givin ya this: 

One thread from her blanket 
Two threads from her soul 


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Words by Steven Erikson 
Music by Kit Soden