I love all Greg Dulli's work. Afghan Whigs, Twilight Singers, Gutter Twins, all fabulous.

The only thing I dislike about this song is the fact that it's too damn short..

This song is great!

I was looking for something else entirely, but wow!! First time listener

Thirteen years on and I keep coming back to this hauntingly beautiful and evocative song. In terms of the coded religious language and symbolism Dulli frequently uses in his lyrics, that's represented here as well. IYKYK.

love it

awsome song. who the hell disliked this?!?!

A little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer burns upon your skin Never too late to cry You sleep with strangers I'll show you things that you've never seen Then I'll take you home Far below the city burns They'll come as your friend and they'll warn you About the rats in the barn Come closer and when they disarm you They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car Cold blooded, but some like it freezing I keep my blood in the bone Just when you've forsaken me That's when I turn my blinders on And I'll make them bleed for my baby bird

@crisie600

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thanks :)

can anybody make a little video for the live version on the NOLA cd?...for the ones who can't attend any show to buy it :(

Dulli is back! Fuck All! Sounds like classic Dulli, maybe he is depressed again.

A little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer Burns upon your skin It's never too late to cry Or sleep with strangers Show you things that you've never seen Then I'll take you home Far below the city burns Now they'll come as your friend And they'll warn about all the rats in the barn Come closer and when they disarm They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car Cold blooded but some like it freezing I keep my blood in the bone Just when you've forsaken me That's when I turn my blinders on And I'll make 'em bleed for my baby bird

A little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer burns upon your skin It’s never too late to cry You sleep with strangers I'll show you things that you've never seen Then I'll take you home Far below the city burns They'll come as your friend and they'll warn you About the rats in the barn Come closer and when they disarm you They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car Cold blooded, but some like it freezing I keep my blood in the bone Just when you've forsaken me That's when I turn my blinders on And I'll make them bleed for my baby bird (Then the late, great Dave Rosser’s guitar... peals) You are loved... ...by me. You are loved... You are loved... ...by me.