This rope inside,
It's been bringing me down,
Just a-pullin' at the top of my lungs,
A sort of heartache buried underground
Until it's finally risen above.
And it's taking my breath,
Stealing the best from,
Every single thing I do,
Every single thing I do.
I don't mean for you to worry,
Yeah, everything will turn out just fine,
You'll get yours and I'll get mine,
In Due time, in due time, in due time
But it's taking my breath,
Stealing the best from,
Every single thing i do,
Every single thing i do.
Someone said they lost their black yesterday,
Hope that means this bad luck's gone away,
Gone away, or never there in the first place.
They all said to jump the ship before it sinks,
Let fortunes favor the psychics
With those visions that show them where to go,
And the maps for the rest of us to follow.
credits
from Mean,
released September 25, 2018
Lyrics by Edward Madill
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016