Show Notes
I went to church on Sunday, and I ain’t goin’ back. Cause the devil took my soul, down by the railroad tracks. I wish I’d told my baby that I’ll be back one day... But while that devil’s got me, I’ll get to my knees and pray.
"Black Orchid Blues" was written by Jack Kaide.
Performed by Peter Lewis, Graham Rowat, Zane Schacht and Josh Rubino.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
Opening Narration by Peter Lewis.
About the Writer: Jack Kaide is a writer, musician and teacher living in Hackney, London. His short stories have recently been featured in Horrified Magazine, Skullgate Media's 'Tales from the Year Between', 'the No Sleep Podcast' and ‘Tales from Fiddler’s Green vol. II’. You can find him on Twitter @TheSomnambulis2
MUSIC:
I Don’t Care by Boiled Wool.
Cathedral by Prod. Riddiman.
A Letter Written In Blood by Schemawound.
White Crow Flies by Cullah.
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Someone Just Like You was created by Jeremy Ellett.
A Good Pointe Original.
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