Pleasure teaches nothing
But the joy of pleasure
The only way we learn
Is through pain
What moulds us
Isn’t our joy
What moulds us
Is what maims
We were just children
Dependent on each other
With no one to depend
On us
Playing house with all of
Our trinkets and trifles and stuff
Close your eyes
And depend on trust
And the cold night air
Smelled of burning leaves
And we slept in the same bed
But had different dreams
In mine I paint a picture
With broad strokes of pain
Hers left her flush
What it was she would not say
Like and enemy that just won’t
Leave me be
Time stole another day
Away just like a thief
Another day
I didn’t make it through
Without thinking of us
Without thinking of you
And sometimes I think
It’s better just to die
And to go as a hero
In people’s minds
Instead of limping around
Like an injured fool
With the stink of defeat
Hanging off of you
And men dislike it
Without knowing why
But they think
Therefore the grace of god
Go I
And I’m not
Doing to well
I don’t feel better
At all
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2020