A song about being left with nothing and grasping at whatever you can.
lyrics
Verses
Lead me not into temptation, I’ve had trouble with that sensation
40 times around the sun, you’d think I’d know when fooling’s done
I would say deliver me from evil, but I may have lost hope in people
Daily bread comes at a price, I'm quick to anger, quick to fight
Our father who art dejected, in my voice you are reflected
All the f-words, death words plenty, the way a whiskey bottle empties
I worked in a shop on Richmond Ave, nothing left there but a concrete slab
What do you got left for a middle aged man? Picking food outta' garbage cans?
Now you tell me you can’t pay me, 100 dimes in a cup won’t save me
All I want is a living wage, I’ll take my bread if I don’t get paid
Raising the costs of living in the city, no Hollywood movie gonna make it look pretty
I'm a couple steps from death or jail, pray to the Lord there's a cheque in the mail
Chorus
You might find me hanging
You might find me swaying
I’ve had enough of hoping
I’ve done my share of praying
Don’t you call the cops on me
Don’t you call the priest
Just take me down and hold me close
And marvel at my peace
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023