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Waiting to Heal
02:43
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Paper cuts, rug burns and knee scrapes
Ankle sprains, chapped lips and stubbed pinky toes
These little indignities keep piling up
Where they all come from, aw who the hell knows?
It’s splinters and blisters and hangnails
Loose tooth from a bar fight outside of Mobil
I’m happy to say, I’m doing okay
It just seems like I’m always waiting to heal
It’s sunburn and spasms and pimples
Hangovers, heartburn and rocks in my boots
If it ain’t one damn thing it’s another
I swear these afflictions are all in cahoots
It’s bad knees and backaches and bunions
Pinpricks too small for to see though I feel
I ain’t saying life is nothing but strife
It just seems like I’m always waiting to heal
It’s hay fever springtime and summer
Seasonal affective disorder come fall
Oh lord I can’t even remember
The feeling of feeling no hurting at all
A wound mends and another one opens
There’s always some blood that has yet to congeal
When the man rides in on that white donkey
You can bet I’ll still be here a-waiting to heal
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Bottle
02:46
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I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
It might feel good, but it don’t last
Always leaves me on my ass
I think it’s time I closed that door
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I drown my sorrows, but sorrows float
They grab a hold and that's all she wrote
They’re always there when the party’s o’er
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
I’d rather be dead than feel this way
But there’s gotta be a better way
Can’t solve nothin’ with another pour
I can’t hide behind a bottle no more
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Who Asked You
02:52
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You kissed me and showed me Paris
But then you sent me back to the farm
You said we couldn’t be together
You knew you would only do me harm
If you don’t have them feelings for me
You can tell it straight to my face
But if you’ve decided I can’t handle your love
I really don’t see how it’s your place
Who asked you to decide for me?
Who says we’ll end in tragedy
You ain’t my mamma, you ain’t my shrink
Maybe my heart is tougher than you think
Maybe my heart is tougher than you think
It ain’t no secret that love is a gamble
You can lose your heart as easy as your shirt
But the jackpot we’d reap is so, so sweet
It’s worth the chance of gettin’ hurt
So don’t turn me away to protect me
Don’t tell me my heart’s doomed to break
Lovin’ you might lead me to disaster
But that’s my decision to make
Who asked you to decide for me?
Who says we’ll end in tragedy
You ain’t my mamma, you ain’t my shrink
Maybe my heart is tougher than you think
Maybe my heart is tougher than you think
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High and Lonesome
02:56
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I’m getting high and feeling lonesome
‘Cause my true love’s no longer around
Sympathy, if she’d just shown some
You wouldn’t hear this sad sad sound
She treated me mean, she did me wrong,
But my heart burned for her just the same
One say she up and said so long
Now an ember’s all that’s left of the flame
I got no friends to console me
‘Cept for Jack, Johnny Jim and José
I drink a bottle or maybe three
To make this achin’ feeling go away
I’m getting high…
These empty days and restless nights
Are more than this poor boy can take
So is it really any wonder
I’ve increased my psychotropic intake?
I pop some bennies for my breakfast
Columbian marching powder for lunch
Magic brownies for my dinner
Then I kill a box of Cap’n Crunch
I’m gettin’ high…
I’m getting wicked tight
Yeah, I’m higher than a kite
And I’m making that sad sad sound
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Tablet
02:52
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Take one tablet by mouth every night before bedtime
In the morning you’ll be feeling just fine
Them bothersome voices gonna shut the hell up
In no time at all we’ll get you back on the line
Take one tablet by mouth every night before bedtime
You’ve got so much more left to give
Turn the knob on that Fairchild right up to eleven
You’ll be healthy and happy with a reason to live
Well it’s covered by most insurance plans
It’s easier than asanas and breathing techniques
It drags you right out of those dark lonesome valleys
Though it’s best not to ask what they did with the peaks
Take one tablet by mouth every night before bedtime
Your dreams will be sweeter than wine
You won’t miss the highs when you’re rid of the lows
No flying, no crashing, just marking the time
Take one tablet by mouth every night before bedtime
You can say fare thee well to the pain
An all it’ll cost you is a piece of your pleasure
So why the hell would I flush ‘em all drain?
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6. |
High and Dry Plateau
05:59
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I’m on a high and dry plateau
At this altitude I can’t help but feel low
It’s dusty and desolate
There just ain’t no respite
Mis’ry’s all I got to show
I’m on a high and dry plateau
I crawled my way up from the canyon below
I look all around me
The desert surrounds me
I got nowhere better to go
In the valley of shadows
I lived there in sin
When life gave me lemons
I mixed ‘em with gin
It went down so smoothly
Down into the pit
When I hit rock bottom
I cared not a whit
I’m on a high and dry plateau…
One day I said “Screw this,
I can’t hang about”
I cast all around me
Tried to find a way out
My friends said don’t bother
But I took no heed
I scaled steep walls of sandstone
‘Til my fingers did bleed
I’m on a high and dry plateau…
All I have now is time
To sit here and think
What I need is a miracle
All I want is a drink
If silence is golden
I’m the king of Siam
The night’s coming on, boys
Grab your fiddle, let’s jam
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Painless Parker Brooklyn, New York
Born under a barstool and raised by a pack of wild koalas, Painless Parker plays a mixed bag of country laments, sea shanties, murder ballads and classic rockers, filtered through a grimy, whiskey-stained punk lens. He's fluent in two languages, and can cuss in at least seventeen. He enjoys rabble-rousing, shindigging, booze drinking and merrymaking. ... more
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