Painter's Lament #8
(paroles et musique: Desmarais-Racine)
She talks when she sleeps
And when at night the dreams they became true
She struggles hard to sings her decline
The minute it went deep
The evening was already blue
The Kingdom come was full of those pines
But the carnival
Was supposed to be there for a while
And now the kid
Is swallowing is pride
To ease the tide
The Lord of freewill
Just got busted for a year
It'll take some time to recover
He made too much thrill
The trial was by a jury of his peers
''You have have to prove to you really love her''
SO he carried on
By doing the things he like the most
Which is in fact, nothing
But running through the smokes
Tell al the folks
The more you know
Never was really much your thing
You swept it off to feel satisfied
The lonesome sparrow
Eventually came back here to sing
It's how your heroes spend their lives
So I'm stuck in here
With so many different things to write
But only one character to fantasize
Give it a try
Now where the feelings at?
They're probably between me and this sheet
Whatever, nobody likes my sound
I'll peek through the crack
Try to get my heartache back to sleep
Sometimes the lost are never found
But it's all my fault
I mixed up my work with that painting
She has now a bigger part in your building
But it ain't her thing
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020