It’s a special night at the CI project; we’re announcing the release of our second album, Bedtime Stories, an EP written and performed by Elijah Cash. Eli decided to release these four narrative pieces together, so we recorded them last week. These barebone songs are full of magic and purpose, like good bedtime stories. But they aren’t for children or the faint of heart. Tonight’s song, “Mudhole”, tells the story of the life and death of a gravedigger from Pleasanton, TX—Eli’s hometown. It’s macabre and beautiful. Over the coming week, we will post each of the four tracks. Tonight’s post is dedicated to poeticallyundead—a storyteller/poet that we enjoy—and these great blogs about death/graves: trixietreats, fyeahgraves, girlsingraves, thedeathofcool, and thedeathofyouth. And if you like Eli’s work, share it (put in on Facebook, Twitter, whatever). Remember, the only way he’s going to find his lost love is if she hears his music. Enjoy everyone! — K.C.
In the deserts of Texas one man digs the graves.
He’s named Mudhole, for he only digs in the rain.
Now Mudhole, he’d lose himself with thoughts of better days.
By doing so, he’d forget his arms’ burning pain.
Mudhole, keep diggin’ them holes;
just don’t dig your own damn grave.
Well, one day ol’ Mudhole’s mental drifting got carried away,
thinking on life and death, and how they’re just one in the same.
By time our friend came to, it was dawn of the second day.
He’d thrown dirt over his shoulder from dusk ‘til day break.
Mudhole found himself in a grave ten feet deep
and, though he clawed at the sides, he found no escape.
Panting, he sat down and laughed that day away,
for though he may have dug a way out, our friend never worked on a sunny day.
By time the townsfolk found him, he was all sun baked;
the very shine he’d always loved is what took his life away.
Without a thought or care the townsfolk threw his dirt
right back on him ‘til it was well over his head.
That’s how ol’ Mudhole dug his own damn grave.
Now he’s in a place where the sun shines all day.
And our dear friend, will never again
have to dig in the rain a home for the dead.