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Contrition & Disclosure
01:57
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Bless me for I have sinned
This is my act of contrition
Full disclosure, I'm not sorry
Just telling it like it is
Father please forgive me
I'll give you ten hail Marry's
Because it's written, suppose it must be done
Make me empty, I'm finished holding on
Pound of flesh, and this is what I've found
Joke's not funny second time around
Finally come full circle
I can put down my pen
I still can't find absolution
Yearning endures, it's creeping in
Father please forgive me
I'll give you ten hail Marry's
Because it's written, suppose it must be done
Make me empty, I'm finished holding on
Pound of flesh, and this is what I've found
Joke's not funny second time around
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Not Like Drugs
02:03
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The tap can hemorrhage ink
I'm screaming into the sink
The world's ceramic and I'm blocking it back
Reflect me silver and black
and it's not like drugs
Because I feel fine
and I just get scared
When I get high
I've got a plastic machine
and I've got it working for me
I bought my way out of a problem or two
I sing, I sell them to you
and it's not like drugs
Because I feel fine
and I just get scared
When I get high
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Speak to be heard
Self righteous fury
Keep preaching to the choir
Your own sermon on the mount
I want to be heard on the horizon
Wake up feeling tired
Tired of being wrong
Between a hard place
and a long way down
Take heed and bear witness
Less it's an empty gesture
An earthly consecration
Cannot wait for the divine
I want to be heard on the horizon
Wake up feeling tired
Tired of being wrong
Between a hard place
and a long way down
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High Score
03:45
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I wonder if I'm the same person I was around this time last year
How can I be the only one who's thinking "How did I get here?"
Can I do better
Lord knows I'm trying
Did I do better?
Oh god who knows
Some day I'll find my way out
I don't know when I'll find it, but I'll know when i see it
You must think it's funny that I'm still trying
The joke's on me, it's all I know how to do
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Temporary Resident
02:20
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Won't be here long, So don't get to know me
Not here to stay, it's all temporary
Not cut out for this, I feel the hand around my neck
and the grip is tightening, making me a nervous wreck
No matter what I try, I can't seem to hit the mark
Even a dim light can seem bright in the dark.
The devil on my shoulder feels like my oldest friend.
I've got my hill and boulder, it's always there in the end
Don't cry for me I'm already dead
Got it all off my chest, there's nothing left unsaid
So send me down river, and out to sea
Not worth my salt, there's no monument for me.
No matter what I try, I can't seem to hit the mark
Even a dim light can seem bright in the dark.
The devil on my shoulder feels like my oldest friend.
I've got my hill and boulder, it's always there in the end
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