It was the first time that I’d been in town
Since we laid our brother in the ground
The bar we met at soon calmed down,
Or we grew more deaf with every round
But liquor couldn’t stop one sound,
That awful ripping, tearing down
Of a future that realizes now
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground
And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.”
I drain the ocean or I sift it out
I form a deluge or I trickle down
It all feels like shit inside my mouth
And looks the same out on the ground
Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound
And my friends complain, “We know you’ve changed.
Your voice, it always sounds the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and pain.”
Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound
I said, I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my goddamn heart
Where every word must find its sound
And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.”
credits
from Make the Best Choices,
released January 4, 2014
rae fitzgerald: acoustic guitar, vox
josh chittum: melodica
ian vardell: acoustic guitar, vox
wil reeves: bass
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