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Community College
02:44
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My dad was a self made man of good reputation
Born poor only 3rd grade education
Born into Jim Crow’s racist nation, sharecropping on the same land as the plantation
Drafted in 45 for the duration was happy to come back alive at the cessation
Got out the bus station a short term GI, but even with flags on his shoulder couldn’t look a white man in the eye
He said boy get your own or watch it all slip away
Don’t start something won’t be nothing one day
He found a rebirth in the bottom of the cup
Following his brothers he sipped and slipped up
Found his way to the little country church
Found a book a bible found a chapter found a verse
Found his a way past the plow and never looked behind him
Founded a church downtown homeless and hungry knew where to find
Found a family and a life no one would have predicted
Now they packing the church to celebrate his existence
He said boy get your own or watch it all slip
Don’t start something won’t be nothing one day
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Spite
04:35
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Sick of all the abuse, I’m torn and bruised thanks
You call me confused, I prefer used wait
Accustomed to lose this time I’ll choose blanks
I blunt the excuse designed to diffuse hate
A tempest would break and I am reckless what I do to spite the world
Crashing on my shores I am reckless what I do to spite your world
Imprison me in time I am reckless what I do to spite the world
Say you have words for me I am reckless what I do to spite the world
I’m losing my sheen, I’m no longer clean
I’m stuck in the dream since I was 13
I’m stuck on the lip, I’m wasting my grip on scum
I suffer a shift, it all went so quick I’m done
A tempest would break and I am reckless what I do to spite the world
Crashing on my shores I am reckless what I do to spite your world
Imprison me in time I am reckless what I do to spite the world
Say you have words for me I am reckless what I do to spite the world
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Citizen
03:40
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Random citizen are you still here, may I impose on your time
There’s but seconds to waste and it will go overtime can’t you tell
Check your watch never fear, as if you would as if you would
Now pocket your wallet and take your cue, your money is refused it’s no good here
And can’t your eyes meet mine do you prefer the texts of long ago
That you’d race to their comfort misgivings in tow
If you expect me to submit, come claim your prize
If you expect me to live I expect you to try
If you expect a gift it comes as no surprise
That if you want me to commit I better come back alive
Your number rang me false and your silence did the same
O I’m staring you dead in your face
You quicken your step across the walk shouldering me into the blame
I heap fire on your head and wine in your cup but your fingers gnaw the wall
O pretend to have slept but we all know you saw, we all know you saw
O pretend to have slept but we all know you saw can’t drink and now you can’t talk
If you expect me to submit, come claim your prize
If you expect me to live I expect you to try
If you expect a gift it comes as no surprise
That if you want me to commit
I better come back alive
I better make it out alive
I prefer to lend, you insisted you’d buy
I wanted a friend but swore off the tribe
I pleaded my rights you swore off the bribe
Treated as strange what I believed fine
Lion I was in the pride of life
Hunting for something left me blind
Hunting for something left me blind
But I better make it out alive
If you expect me to submit, come claim your prize
If you expect me to live I expect you to try
If you expect a gift it comes as no surprise
That if you want me to commit
I better make it out alive
Better make it out alive
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Debris
07:00
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We’re just a bunch of castaways who ever said we’d learn from our mistakes
Pieces of debris tossed out to sea, the riptide caught us both but I wandered close to the brink
I wondered if I’d ever forgive me
Words were whispered close as if circling sharks would overhear
But nothing would drown the copper metallic taste of fear
I swore to my God I could heal I would heal
If I could stretch out my hand and feel you were near
Now I clung to a cross and you clung to a raft
I would cry aloud and you would condescend to laugh
What crystallized on our faces could have saved nations but they fell on their faces and disgraced us
The wasters
There’s no place for their kind there’s no saving them tonight
But oh how quickly we forget the very reason we broke sweat is now highly suspect
Wasn’t for sex but something like it nah, dear God
When I gasped and I was nearly spent, you saw my gaps and filled me in
And considered it nothing more than what you were meant to do
So here’s to you girl, know this I don’t even care at all
Flailing in the water I don’t care if you fall
It means nothing to me now
Flailing in the water I don’t care if you drown
It means nothing to me now
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Scar
06:04
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Can’t you see my scars, hidden by my age?
Can’t you see my scars bidden by the play?
Can’t you see my scars, smitten with the stage?
Can’t you see my scars, can’t you see?
Can’t you see my scars, glittering with age?
Can’t you see I’m barred, barred from this place?
Can’t you see I’m harmed, harmed by this way?
Can’t you heal my wandering eyes?
Can’t you see the dark, cuz in the dark we’re all the same?
Can’t you see my heart, my heart can’t share the pain
Can’t you see my scars, resemblance to Cain?
Unable to breathe, I shall remain
Unable to breathe, I shall remain
Can’t my spark, it’s better for the change?
Can’t you see the marks all seeming rather tame?
Can’t you see my heart regain its maiden name?
Or can’t you linger like a candle’s flame?
Why can’t you linger like a candle’s flame?
Stick your hook into my tongue and draw me into you
Cuz I bit the lure to follow the only light I ever knew
Right beyond the confines of my home
It shimmered so convincingly I wandered up all alone
And found I could not breathe the sun
I could not bear the skeleton I’d become
I bit the lure thinking I could tear my jaw free
I recognize the trap but it still holds the treat
At least probably
I bit the lure the tip had rusted bare
Fallen to the bottom an old cynic had placed it there
I gasped and thrashed and choked
Spat at last, it was in my throat
Drawing me into your pole
To your shore, to your hall
Taking pleasure in the fall as if I were the last of leaves
The first taste was sugar, the second rust
My teeth bit down in hunger but collapsed on trust
Finding bite marks not my own
Why can’t you linger like a candles flame?
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