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Old Musician Ranting Voodoo From His Deathbed

from LAST NIGHT OUT by Bloodkin

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OLD MUSICIAN RANTING VOODOO FROM HIS DEATHBED

I'm a wrecked rusty heap
I'm fading graffiti
on an alley wall somewhere
in some dreamscape city
like New Orleans or Rome
maybe down in Atlantis or up on Mars
I'm stuck here in my bed
but I'm sailing past the stars

maybe you're one of my children
or you're a thief in my house
either way you'll inherit
life's roadmaps I found
when I was much younger
and full of the fire like you
but I learned my history
I paid respects where they were due

(chorus)
and I'm leaving my stink I'm leaving my stain
maybe you'll remember my name
I'm leaving my stink I'm leaving my stain


maybe you'll remember my name


and I studied the dead men
who passed out here before
who wrote poems about pawn shops
and bellydancing suicide whores
and black plagues and black grace
and strychnine holy wine
and the parties we attend
acting like everything's fine

but I'm sure not pretending
I was righteous or wise
I drove down the dead ends
I listened to the lies
and I broke honest hearts
and I wasted precious time
and I never tamed my body
disobeying my mind

(chorus)


(bridge 1)
now I'm an old man
all ugly and spent
and I'm trying to tell you
don't go where I went
so many roads to freedom
some late and some soon
don't waste your time lusting
for September in June


well I worked in my garden
my seeds and my songs
and I learned the hard way
don't stick around too long
and I learned from drug dealers
and I learned from petty thieves
nothing takes root here
leave when it's time to leave

and now you're staring at nothing
but my face in your glass
and you're not even aware
of the years as they pass
but you're more and more tired
every breath that you take
but you paint your sleeping face
til it looks so wide awake

(chorus)


(bridge 2)
but I wish you all the best
as insulting as I am
but I've seen so many dreamers
wake up later damned
and your pride and ambition
they look silly from here
where these love songs at last
are helping me disappear

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from LAST NIGHT OUT, released June 7, 2005

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