Lyrics
Im blind by the light, im high as a kite
55 kilos is still kinda light
And 5ft 7 is no kind oh height
As long as im driven, ill maki it through the night
Roaming through the darkness like my hearts tony starkest
The night starless, is my future star-kissed
I wander from the bar pissed, got a track with a harpist
Just a jingle in my brain, but ill bring it all the same
These words cant contain, but im contained in these words
The message is blurred, but its simple to be heard
Picked up the shovel, the shovel and the pick
Im level in my shit, i struggle and i slip
My family just packed cos my tactics just lacked
Thought i might slip through crack but ill have them right back
I been singing many moons, Put my glooms over tombs
When the phantom resumes, it d be wise to assume
That i rise with the sun, and all that lies with the sun
On the run id be dumb, but id slum number one
A rumble in my tum, a dark glass of rum (Dark)
My whisky boats rocking, my l'eau de vie's come
Its so to be glum, im slow to be fun
I throw the hope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that i clung, when im 30 years young
I gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where i hung
Stuck in the groove of a halftime blues
But i got nothing to loose, so loosen my shoes
My fingers tap the ivories, she had a sly eye for these
Read my mind like libraries, diagnosed, my disease
No matter what i believe, i leave on a fresh note
Hunger getting steely, capellini green pesto
My appetite grows, like dynamite blows
In a stalagmite pose, where i saddle my woes
Ragamuffin clothes, the muffin man knows
Im plucking banjos, and stuffing down my prose
Fish the flies out my wine but im not one to wine
About life's slow decline, sometimes i rewind
Benign, philanthropic, sunshine in the tropics
Dance round the topic of the beat when they drop it
My throats giving in, from this life its living in
But i found a magic ointment, need a wife to rub it in
So thanks for stopping in, now its time to be snugging in
My worlds a rugged Inn, but thats where my love begins
Welcome to my reality, southern hospitality
Get your feet tapping like a hereditary malady
Its so to be glum, im slow to be fun
Throw the hope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that i clung, when im 30 years young
Gather up the crumbs, in the haunts where i hung