
"Drawn Miles In" [Americana Influenced Folk]
Folk, Singer-songwriter, Violin, Americana Influences, Electric Guitars, Electric Bass Guitars, Minimalist Drumming

"Drawn Miles In" [Americana Influenced Folk]
Folk, Singer-songwriter, Violin, Americana Influences, Electric Guitars, Electric Bass Guitars, Minimalist Drumming
Lyrics
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"Peace and love and all that..."
Intro
Beat-switch
Instrumental
Transition
Verse
Cut, cold, heads now sold.
Factory, treachery, stuck in… mockery.
There’s no gold in this river… I told…
Don’t rush so bold, the shivers… they know…
About what goes on… where the light shines on…
You run in madness… you’re a hound… voiceless…
A fool takes old food… But the new spam is outside your blues.
Yeah, you’re plain to the touch, and we all know.. just as much.
Bridge
I’m cold, the sign said.
Hangin from his hat, from here he bled.
A story told from the tip of his hat.
Memory shown from his lips, I attest.
Oh.
Pause
Beat-switch
Instrumental
Chorus
So where is California?
When all dreams... they have died.
When your toes are tied... together.
And both your parents, yeah they died.
I believe the preacher said...
Like ten minute before his death.
Don't make the road specific.
Instead, just learn... around it.
(Oh).
Quiet
Instrumental
Transition
Verse
A wife cheats with a plumber.
A knife leaks from her covers.
A muck rat under- grounder.
In tuck, bats sleep forever.
(My endeavor).
So when the science hits the fan.
So when you're blinded, will you stand?
When you fall, will your plane land?
Bridge
And what to do with my... (self-respect)?
In this empire full of men?
When humans leave, will critters appear?
We saw a disease, an ecology of... (fear).
(Oh).
Pause
Beat-switch
Transition
Chorus
So hear the blues of Jamestown.
And the house of the rising sun.
And the mouse hears your rising sins.
You threw the lake in a... bin.
You lost all white blood cells.
Vulnerable your red blood cells.
Something we all must tell...
To the children before they tell.
(Oh).
Beat-switch
Instrumental
Outro
