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hear the heavy tread and the muffled, desperate groans
of the thing that's locked inside and changing clothes
and changing bones
well i will never be the one to loathe to say
"my shoulders are broad enough
to take the weight of this blame upon myself"
and a hundred chivalries cannot undo
what that vile concoction you drank down made you
it changed from red to green, to orange, to gray
to black, to yellow, to blue
and that evil creature you let out
well that wicked beast was you
and our name shall be revenge
so pick the lock or knock the door off its hinges
and we shall find
the answer to the mystery that's been plaguing us so long
so long my old friend
and our name shall be revenge
so pick the lock or knock the door off its hinges
and we shall find
the body lying cold, the portmanteau intact
with instructions on how to win you back
but you're not coming back my old friend
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trouble come and find me
i'll be waiting here exactly like i shouldn't be
and folly come and rob me
rob me of my sense
make me thin, do me in
and i see you've been up to the promised land
so few pathways up there, so many plans
but the covers of a thousand magazines
will never get you halfway to the nearest star
and vanity is on the other side
yes, it will make you thin
but it will make you die
well there's no call for celebration
when they lock you in for your free ride
'cause when you want your veneration
sometimes it's just not enough to try
so simplicity just come and find me
i'll be waiting here exactly like i should be
and wonder come my way
you be dressed in white
and i'll be on my best that day
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Comes and Goes
04:20
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remember when we'd stand in cold circles
and blow frosty air past our lips?
we'd talk about leaving dark parking lots
but never get around to it
December would come and would go
with the onset of New Year's new snow
and i'd be the last one to know
because these days i sleep and slumber all alone
you're right where you didn't want to be
and now there's nothing left
so here i sit on piles of blankets
and breath humid air past my lips
i'll think about leaving this bed room
but never get around to it
July it would come and would go
with the donning of cool summer clothes
and i'd be the last one to know
'cause these days i sleep and slumber all alone
you're right where you didn't want to be
and now there's nothing left
the struggles will come and will go
we all have to suffer and grow
and i'd be the first one to know
because these days i'm blessed far beyond what i deserve
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like a tender little shoot you climb
and push with your strength up
from homely seed from whence you came
to conquer dark and dust
and everything that everything
once told you that you were
is flooded by and scoffed at
by your real and present worth
now firmly grounded in your past
your future has begun
a flower now, all bright and gay
red, blooming in the sun
now *of* and *for* and *in* the light
does your loveliness abide
and life and joy and great delight
come in a whelming tide
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John Davey Marquette, Michigan
A songwriter and recording artist in Marquette, Michigan.
A tree transplanted; West Lafayette, Indiana / Nashville, Tennesee
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