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lyrics
Howling winds are heartless, cold as ice
Cry myself to sleep another night
Burn the clothes that held me back all day
Naked free and watch the willow sway
A helpless stupid fuck, am I
A gutless sitting duck, am I
“Donnie Doormat in a funk, I’ll bet”
He stuck his fucking finger in my chest
“Always feeling sorry for yourself”
“Weak just like your father, may he burn-in-hell”
A self-indulgent fuss, am I
A sack of bulging puss, am I
Tonight I’ll paint myself a yellow-gold
In honor of my hamster, rest his soul
In honor of the sun that fried my brain
To represent the coward I remain
If I could reach up with my yellow hand
And grab hold of one of these willow strands
I’d fly away into the blessed night
And start a new life swinging by and by
A phony, faggy mope, am I
At the end of my rope, am I
A twat who couldn’t cope, am I
At the end of my rope, bye bye
Caught in the undercurrent, white sands
Cave in the coming light of day
Grains of the sun & moon change hands
I feel it all slipping away
Train yourself to swallow your fears
All of your cares down the drain
Bury the thoughts that bring you to tears
In sands of denial, so plain
Cover my eyes against the bright sun
Can’t bear to face another day
Strange how the majesty of new light come
Exposes a world so depraved
So efficient we have become
Our toughness and our resolve
Pile it on, you cocksured scum
Till you feel nothing at all
See all other faces dissolve
Now will anyone come when you call?
credits
from Underneath The Willow Tree,
released November 19, 2017
Jeb - vocal, acoustic, organ, toy-piano
Bart - keyboard, resonator
Sue - narration
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023
