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grady (the shining prequel) - gavin castleton lyrics

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[chorus]
i don’t need it, don’t want it
but the whiskey keeps me haunted
it keeps calling me, calling me

and i can’t lose it, can’t hide it
it rattles down inside me
it keeps calling me, calling me

[verse 1]
i was dropped on the earth in the year of the snake
my ma was a nurse and my pa was a fake
he said it was the cold, but she knew it was the shakes
i guess he couldn’t hold what he couldn’t escape

i dropped out of high school in the tenth grade
was gonna k!ll j-ps for the u.s. na-vy
picture me: lieutenant delbert grady
they wouldn’t let me in because my hands were shaky

i started working any job that paid me
i started going with this proper la-dy
she had me cleaning up the church grounds daily
hoping she could drive me out to make a baby

we lost our first in the year of the rat
i lost my shirt when nas took daq (?)
i cracked the egg and the yolk came red
if you can’t break through, you’re gonna break your head

[chorus]
i don’t need it, don’t want it
but the whiskey keeps me haunted
it keeps calling me, calling me

and i can’t lose it, can’t hide it
it rattles down inside me
it keeps calling me, calling me

[verse 2]
we sold what’s left and moved to estes park
laid to rest the thing i did, the darkness
worked hard to make a brand new start
kept close to the trailer park, far from the bar

in the year of the tiger, louise was born
i was pulling double shifts at the dried goods store
was clean as a whistle, but still dirt poor
was good with one kid, but she still wanted more

when louise was two, lisa was due
she lit the whole room like the hole in our roof
my ma flew out for our big debut
she stayed in the park ’til she died of the flu

i stopped at the dark horse after the wake
when i came home at three, betty smelled the mistake
i awoke in a cell with my head full of ache
and remained in the fog ’til the year of the dog

[chorus]
i don’t need it, don’t want it
but the whiskey keeps me haunted
it keeps calling me, calling me

and i can’t lose it, can’t hide it
it rattles down inside me
it keeps calling me, calling me

[verse 3]
when i hit rock-bottom at last
i was saved from the grave by a broken gasket
picking up trash on route 34, i came upon a man in a broken down ford

i knew just what to do ’cause i’d seen it before
i used my canteen to fill his radi-a-tor
i brought him into town to look it over with mel
who told us it would take a few days to get the part

i drove him up the p-ss to the overlook hotel
where (?) before the winter got started

oh, what luck for your friend, d. grady
the man, so relieved, was inclined to repay me
noticed i was looking in the back of my studebaker
offered me a job as the wintertime caretaker

i hustled back to town to tell betty and the girls
she wouldn’t let me in, she wouldn’t have it anymore
i swore that it was true, i promised her the world
and i knew there was a chance because she listened through the door

please, baby-baby, please, baby-baby, please
please, baby-baby, please, baby-baby, please

things got better before they got worse
i was made for this place, like a corpse for a he-rs-
i turned down the boiler each night like clockwork
i cleaned every station from tool shed to desk clerk

seemed like we were finally home
with some fresh mountain air to breathe life into bone
and nothing but time, no tv or phone
should’ve known that the wife couldn’t leave it alone

she started real subtle, just little observations
wondering why we didn’t get the best accommodations
wondering if i should’ve asked for better compensation
perhaps that mr. olman guy had known my reputation?

the storm rolled in, my wits grew thin
with the girls indoors there were double the din
and betty doing nothing about the trouble they’re in
always trying to get one over on me, dressing like twins

and one night, they took the joke too far
betty found a whiskey bottle underneath the bar
and next to it, a half-smoked banks cigar

she threw them in my face, let the forehead scar
i couldn’t get my mind right after that night
i started seeing voices, i started hearing lights

i dreamt i was a minotaur running through the maze
i woke up on the second floor, banging on her door

[chorus]
i don’t need it, don’t want it
but the whiskey keeps me haunted
it keeps calling me, calling me

and i can’t lose it, can’t hide it
it rattles down inside me
it keeps calling me, calling me

[verse 3]
before long, i was sleeping in the lounge
betty said it wasn’t safe to keep a gun around
i startled her one night, ripping at her gown
and the girls were hearing whispering and radio sounds

one night by the fire, while she taught me to read
louise stopped my lesson to tell me we should leave
“i want you to like it here,” i tried to recenter
“i wish that we could stay here forever and ever.”

she wandered upstairs as i chopped up the kindling
stopped mid-swing when the front desk phone rang
those lines have been down for at least two months
but here was a call from a bob t. watson

(watson)
“grady, do you know what your daughters intend?
do you happen to know where your matches have been?
the management feels that they lack discipline
perhaps you’re not so adept at correction.”

the next thing i remember is betty screaming
i opened my eyes to see my girls hacked to pieces
before i could react, the wall exploded to my right
she glared down the barrel whilst she put me in the sight

i crawled around the corner and she tore down the hall
i slid on the blood and a chair broke my fall
when she bore down on me with the shotgun raised
every clock in the overlook rang out as praise

she startled, and dropped the gun within my reach
i sn-tched it up and fired it
into her t–th

and then i was done, my duties complete
the silence was torn by the voice of bob t

(watson)
“grady, i must say, i’m rather impressed
you’ve proven yourself to work well under stress
but before we can offer you the year-round employment
you’ll have to get downstairs and shut off the boiler.”

it’s h-ll getting down there with one mangled leg
but i’m a hard working man, yeah, that’s what the man said
and with all those bodies stacked safely in their beds
i swallow both barrels and i open my head
(gunshot)

[musical interlude]

[verse 4, dreamy]
“colorado lounge,” the left boy called out
“congratulations on the new job, sir,” he shouted
a big chested bald man wrangled my arm and spoke with a hint of an old southern charm

“everyone is waiting, come, come, mr. grady
the manager’s been very pleased with you lately”
outside the gold room, i read the big sash
the overlook welcomes the gradys at last

he handed me a bottle and looked out to the crowd
“should we make this man a bartender, what do you think?”
i froze for a moment, and i looked at betty

her smile was as dead as my urge to drink

- gavin castleton lyrics

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