Many songs by Mark Lanegan, this being just one example:
Quote:
When Your Number Isn't Up
Did you call for the night porter?
You smell the blood running warm
I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone
Now something crawls right up my spine
That I always got to follow
Turn out the lights
Don't see me drawn and hollow
Just blood running warm
No one needs to tell you that
There's no use for ya here anymore
And where are your friends?
They've gone away
It's a different world, they left you to this
To janitor
The emptiness
So let's get it on
When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow
But you're still above the ground
What ya got comin' is hard to swallow
Like blood running warm
Did they call for the night porter
And smell the blood, blood running warm
Well I've been waitin at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone
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You have to hear the music and especially his voice to get the full effect. I have never heard anyone evoke such pain and suffering so vividly in his music. Probably because he has lived the things he sings about (coping with and recovering from heroin addiction).