Fortuna took her mother
far before her rightful time,
and dashed his brains across a highway
in the middle of the night.
and she came for my legs
and she came for my sight,
and sometimes it gets so dark
you think you'll never see the light.
So I shut my eyes and listened
to the grinding of the gears
orchestrate a tragic symphony
of all our grandest fears.
So I listened as the blushing blood
went pounding in my ears.
In those months that I was frozen,
well it surely felt like years.
\\ That's why I'm walking on today, my friend
I'm walking on today, my friend
I was not walking yesterday,
and I may not be tomorrow,
but I'm walking on today, my friend
We can never regain
all that we have lost
and it comes at quite a cost, but
this price we have is fixed. Still, we'll
conquer these plains
mile by bloody mile,
and it's easier to smile
with someone else's lips //
I'm not a harbinger of death,
I'm not a harbinger of doom,
but with so many of use suffering
beneath the selfsame moon:
Just as many varied colours
come together at the loom,
it's in concert that we'll conquer
as we try to cheat the tomb.
I was bruised and I was broken,
but sometimes that's what you need
to see that all of us in silence
bear a burden that we feed,
and the more hands that we lay to it
the lighter it will be. Still,
so many of us wait for someone else
to take the lead.
from La Petite Mort
released March 1, 2014
thx to Nic Kotlinski for tambourine help!
Recorded / Mixed by Kyle Gowdy.
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