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Park Bench (Letter 3)

from Underneath The Willow Tree by Grandpa Egg

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lyrics

Fucking hell, what just happened?
Everything was going alright
For just a fraction of a second
Thought I’d stepped into the light
By chance she found me on this park bench
By chance I didn’t get tongue-tied
For once it didn’t dominate me
Felt I was reaching out from inside
Then in an instant without warning
She just threw it all away
She raised her foot up in the air
And without a care
She came down
She brought it down
And stepped on an ant

Another footstep pressing on my chest
Another cardiac arrest
I’ve had enough, I might confess
If I had any say at all
I’d say there’s nothing left
Better this than locked-up in my room
At home with that half-cocked buffoon
He’s banging on my door all day so hard
I’d like to take an ice-pick from the drawer
And jam it in his heart

I just die and they don’t bat an eye
Another sunrise having blown my mind
I just die a little bit inside
Whenever drunken bums curl up at night
Clutching their collar tight
How can I just fall apart each time
A person walks by or looks me in the eye
How can I expose this heart of mine
When every conversation makes me want to cry
Clutching the hollow place inside

Brains are somewhat sunny-side up in my head
Out amidst the sweltering unrest
Every ray of light is like a kiss of death
Sealing our fate in this hot mess
Brains are somewhat sunny-side up, so they say
Molten yellow running down my face
Maybe it’s just me but I can’t bare the strain
Of all the heartache, suffering and pain

That annihilates the senses in the brazen light of day

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from Underneath The Willow Tree, released November 19, 2017
Jeb - vocal, acoustic, toy-piano, chimes
Bart - keyboard
Sue - narration

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