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Bring Me His Head
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A candlelit Tejano murder ballad from Herod's banquet hall: a preacher in the cellar, a grudge kept hot, a dance, an oath, and a silver plate. Seven days in Mark 6 on truth-telling, bitterness, rash words, the point of no return — and the word no blade can kill.
"For the battle is the LORD'S, and he will give you into our hands."
A song for the road you're on.
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Bring Me His Head Dirt Road Gospel Music DirtRoadGospelMusic.com [Verse 1] Down in the cells of the palace stone sits a wild-eyed preacher, skin and bone He looked at the king and his brother's wife, said "That ain't lawful" — Lord, he said it twice Mama heard it once and she never forgot, been sharpening that grudge, keeping it hot The king's half-scared of that voice below — he loves to listen, but he won't let go [Chorus] Mama pours the wine, lips painted red, sweet as agave, here's what she said: "When a king starts swearing on his crown and his bed, don't you ask for gold, girl — bring me his head" Bring me his head on a silver plate, tied up pretty like a gift of fate Candles burning low, wine dark red — "keep half the kingdom... bring me his head" [Verse 2] It's the king's big birthday, lords in the hall, Galilee's finest — I'm gonna wreck 'em all Bare feet on the marble, silver on my waist, I spin real slow, then I strike like flame By the second turn they all know my name The king stands up with his goblet high, swears an oath to heaven with a hungry eye: "Whatever you want, darlin', name the price, up to half my kingdom" — he don't blink twice I slip through the curtain where Mama waits, say "What do I ask for?" — she don't hesitate [Chorus] So I looked at the king, batted lashes and said, sweet as agave, cold as lead: "You swore to heaven on your crown and your bed — I don't want your gold, king... bring me his head" Bring me his head on a silver plate, right here, right now — don't make Mama wait Candles burning low, wine dark red — keep half the kingdom... bring me his head [Bridge] The music died and the hall went cold, the king looked down and the king looked old He swore what he swore in front of his men — some doors, once they open, don't close again They carried it in while the candles bled... nobody danced... and nothing was said [Outro] His friends came quiet at the edge of day, laid his body down in a tomb of clay But truth ain't a thing that stays buried and dead — oh, you can bring me his head... you can bring me his head... but you can't kill a word that a prophet said