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Name Without a Vowel
02:35
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This bullshit you call prose
Won't be confused with any rose
By any other name
It reeks one and the same
I see them eatin' up the lines
Of an asthmatic passer-by
To fill the hole
Their own lives leave inside
And it's one-, two-, three-
Hundred channels on TV
We're captivated;
Glued into our seats
And it's a long walk
To the break of dawn
But my calloused, blackened heart
Keeps pumping on
It's the same bar every night
It's those sycophantic eyes
It's the fucking town
That God has left to die
I've been livin' in sin
Drownin' demons here within
Makin' martyrs out of
Every Cheshire grin
And it's one, two, three
Hope the Devil don't find me
I've never been any good
At Hide-and-Seek
And it's a long walk
Til the break of dawn
But my calloused, blackened heart
Keeps pumping on
And oh, I might be wrong
But right ain't the way I'm goin'
Might be barefoot, broke-back
Bitch I'm movin' on
As I sat on the side of the road
Dead-drunk and alone
I can blame any living thing I want
But the culprit's here at home
See I trusted that forked tongue
Even looked into the eyes
But that temptress promised impossible things
So it should come as no surprise
But that fog has lifted now
And the sun, it's beatin' down
And confusing things, they all make sense
With both feet on the ground
So I burned it in my mind
And I remember every time
A siren sings a seductive song
I just keep passing by
Cause it's a long road
Til the break of dawn
But my calloused, blackened heart
Keeps pumping on
And oh, I might be wrong
But right ain't the way I'm goin'
Might be bare foot, broke-back
Bitch I'm movin' on.
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2. |
The Writer, The Pen
02:03
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Drivin' home, a snowy road
My little car will barely go
And stayin' alive
Is keepin' my mind occupied
I thank God I've got a place to sleep
There's heat and lights and some groceries
If there's any money left
I'll have something to drink
And for every solid feeling I know
There's another twenty-five I don't
I'd like to think some day I'd share my heart and soul
But I know I won't
I will not relent
I will not go through it again
There's a million ways this book could end
But I'm the writer, I've got the pen
As we go about our daily lives
We endure the lows and embrace the highs
And the in-betweens are just there
They keep us pacified
"Is there anything more to this?"
That question so simple but wondrous
By the time we know
We'll all be buried under it
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3. |
House of Cards
02:40
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I see her in the early A.M.
And watch her sleep as I shuffle off to earn my keep
Day bleeds to night
Sobriety is temporary
I made it through another year
One end to justify the means
One argument to back the righteousness of these empty feelings
This will not last
(Nothing good ever has)
And no one stays the same
This house of cards
That I've built around me
Bound to collapse on me
Sweet requiem for blackened hearts
Once so alive, optimism the death of them
Names become numbers
Numbers replace memories
We're living for the sordid now
This house of cards
That I've built around me
Bound to collapse on me
So choose your words
Ever so carefully
Don't take an architect to see
That I'm loosin' what makes me _me_
Prepare for life all you want
Take their advice, do what ya need but know that it's begun
Every day takes more away
And leaves behind no trace
Like you were never here
This house of cards
Layed out haphazardly
Won't stand up to a gentle breeze
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Cracked coffee mugs and Carolans
I'm crushin' salt rocks underneath these weathered soles
They take me where
I need to go
I'm raisin' hope I'm raisin' suspicion
Where there is smoke, there is a chemical reaction
Let it stay
For today
Blackwork tattoos and winter blues
Still chasin' skirts with debt collectors chasin' me
They ain't my top
Priority
Nor will they ever be
She wears the jeans with torn out knees
Sparklin' eyes, tremblin' thighs, she's smilin' at me
Let it stay
For today
The sun is bright
It's blindin' my eyes
I can't see a goddamn thing
I can't remember when
Or where I've been
But this moment feels alright
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