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1981
03:27
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Since that Wednesday in 1981,
my mother, she was all alone
when she brought me into this world full of pain
that's been trying to take me back ever since.
As disease inflamed my brain and spine,
I was just a boy in my grandmama's arms.
Said I think you'd better get him baptized
he looks like he's cheating Father Time...
For my angels above,
and my devils below.
For the holy ghost,
with me everywhere I go.
Of course I had to bury heroes and friends,
growing up meant letting go.
Funny how it took about ten years
for my heart to finally say so.
Guessed my fate, guessed I would go the same,
always one foot in the grave.
Now as I look into the eyes of my son,
I wonder how I will explain.
I was so much younger then,
but now my hair is grey.
I always wore my daddy's name with such pride,
I just never knew how to say it.
So I guess this just my little way of saying thanks(thank you)
Know my children will carry on
with their own demons and their own saints.
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Sorrow turned to anger
from the scars of my history.
Fire, earth, air, and water,
in the ether I am finally free.
Free from all restrictions,
and expectations to be
the wickedest man in the world
He's the wickedest man in the world
and I don't think he's coming back.
A thousand years from now,
we will lay down in the sunset.
Await the rise of the golden dawn,
to read the book which can't be read yet
by the wickedest man in the world.
He's the wickedest man in the world,
and I don't think he's coming back.
waltzing passed the pyramids,
I sat on the devil's throne.
my teeth were stained from wine,
I drank to awaken Babylon.
I lived six thousand years now,
maybe a thousand more.
I made all your empires
rise and then they fall.
I'm the wickedest man in the world,
and I don't think I'm coming back.
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All Kinds of Pain
03:23
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I climbed the mountains and crossed the seas.
I had this whole world right down on its knees.
I made my ways through the Chinese caves.
I turned these empty plots right into graves.
chorus:
I've seen all kinds of pain.
I had my memories go right down the drain.
Now I've come here to share some things.
I hope you feel the same way.
Call the doctor,
I can't take this ache.
Bones are cracked,
Now my brain's about to break.
Found in the shallow end beneath the stars,
got tattooed to hide these scars.
chorus.
And I know from whence I came
is what brought me here.
With the lights out,
I finally see it so clear.
I've been way too tired to ever sleep.
Strangeways here it comes,
my mind and my body.
If I take just a little bit of faith.
If I take just a little too long.
Try to forgive me,
all I have done here is not wrong.
chorus.
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Give Up
03:50
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I've had my fill, let's get out of here.
There's nothing left to say to you.
Oh you've seen this before?
Well tell me what you're singing
after one mile in these shoes.
I seem to need a fix,
there's something dragging me down low.
I feel so fucked when I look towards the west,
I think I'm ready to go.
chorus:
It's nothing more than a means to an end.
No, I'm not going to wait to give up.
Everything has been telling me,
it's best to leave it be.
Right now I'll never be, so I give up.
I wander through your streets,
my fingers begin to freeze.
I guess I drank too much of that ol' poison, again.
Blood drips to extremities,
to warm up my every dreams.
But I wake up to you baby,
smearing makeup.
When you and me were out back getting high.
Swigging down that whiskey,
somehow still wondering why.
As I looked to the world with blood-soaked eyes,
trying to find new ways to drown this life.
chorus.
Baby, your illusions are not mine to take away.
I don't think I need you to tell me I'm okay.
It's been so easy forgetting you forgetting me.
I've packed my bags, I'm leaving, there ain't nothing left here for me.
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Brian William Foster Peekskill, New York
historian, singer & writer of songs.
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