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Will these eyes ever
learn to see through the
weather that has let them down?
Could these waves of misfortune,
could they ever touch the ground?
I just don't know if I
can find the strength
to be around.
Would these arms of mine leave me justice if I
found another road to walk on,
road to talk on,
a faithless mother,
a wounded child,
and a fortune soldier,
a broken older,
and more flexible kind of man?
Oh, that's just what I am.
That's just what I am.
I feel so alone.
I feel so afraid.
I feel sometimes
that I can't get away
from these thoughts that I
have inside
that leave me broken
and leave you wanting more.
Leave you always wanting more...
Leave you always wanting more...
Leave you always wanting more...
I had written the intro guitar piece and would play it periodically because I loved it but hadn’t written anything beyond that. I went to hang out with my friend who had a recording studio. I played some songs and then started playing this intro because I wanted to hear it on a decent recording but after the intro, I started strumming the chords and then BAM! Inspiration hit me. The muse stopped by. I made the lyrics and melody up on the spot. I’ve written so many songs this way over the years. Some get recorded for later ideas and some just get played once, like a sacred curio, and then tossed into the ether.
Setting: Played live in the studio. No punch-ins or different takes. Warts and all.
Autotune or pitch correction: Fuck that. I’m not AI.
Recommendation: Listen alone with headphones, late at night in the dark or by candlelight, possibly naked.
Year of Creation: 2011
