from the rotting teeth, cough and a rash, constantly poor
I try to keep my head up even though I wonder what the hell for
pushing a broken car through freezing winter rain
and how bills can I take before I break from the strain
I'm struggling with the undertow, trying to stay afloat
But the waves keep growing bigger they're gonna flood the boat
and with each passing day, more feeling slip away
From a drunk and stoned novacaine
I’m stumbling and fumbling to make an escape
I've got to do something before it gets too late
I've got to do something before it gets too late
Chorus:
it's getting old how my blood runs cold, and I hate to feel this way
It's everything that I don't want to say, in a tired well worn cliche
And somewhere in this mess, I do my best to try and carry on
I struggle to survive and try to stay alive but god, oh god... for how long?
but nights like this the truth stares hard, and I can't turn away
uneasy about the decisions I’ve made but now there's no other way
My mind's going million revelations a minute, I don't have any brakes
I'm dragged by the wrists, face first in the dirt and caught up in its wake
All this uncertainty, is slowly killing me
if there's an end to this it's one I cannot see
another dead dream, another way to bleed
another pin prick another reason to scream
despair is in the air, I'm more than worse for wear
what disturbs me the most? is I just don't care
I just don’t seem to care
it's getting old how my blood runs cold, and I hate to feel this way
It's everything that I don't want to say, in a tired well worn cliche
And somewhere in this mess, I do my best to try and carry on
I struggle to survive and try to stay alive but god, oh god... for how long?
How long can you keep pushing on when you hate to be alive
Going through the motions is such a shallow lie
Pain laced days of scorn and hate, anxiety and doubt
It takes everything to keep the gun out of your mouth
it's getting old how my blood runs cold, and I hate to feel this way
It's everything that I don't want to say, in a tired well worn cliche
And somewhere in this mess, I do my best to try and carry on
I struggle to survive and try to stay alive but god, oh god... for how long?
Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
Celtic-inspired instrumentation, delicate harmonies, and reflective lyrics abound on the sisterly indie-folk duo's debut album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2023
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023