Bit of Prose

City Livin’ – Written by Jeremy Marcanti

Well they came along tore out these roots and they left a barren hole
There’s no more hope no future here
And the pawnshop owns my soul
Spent all night with the sterno & cough
Man came down shut my power off
Oh lord hope my whiskey don’t run dry

Holes in my nose holes in my heart and holes all through my shoes
I played my cards and I hit it hard
Put my neck right through the noose
Spent all night watchin’ trains till I’m shitty
Gonna lose my life in this violent city
Oh lord hope my whiskey don’t run dry

I wanna go home and see my family
I wanna go home were I can stand
I wanna go home I forgot my name here
in this cold unfriendly land

It’s bridges burned and lessons learned on a horse that lost my way
I lay my head among unfaithful friends putting scars all through my face
Spent all night watching trains ‘til I’m shitty
Gonna lose my life in this violent city
Oh lord hope my whiskey don’t run dry

I wanna go home and see my family
I wanna go home where I cannot be torn down
I wanna go home I don’t fuckin’ belong here
In this dark unholy town

Born a Beast – Written by Jeremy Marcanti

I was born a beast with a turned blind eye and a yellow streak up my backside
2 faces 4 eyes and 2 left feet I got a humor that’s sickly but a soul that’s sweet
And no stomach for disaster but no time for less
And a taste for depravity and excess and a lust for life and a life that’s bleak
And I learned to lie before my tongue could speak and I sleep
I sleep well
On the floor of your prison cell
And it’s dank and cold in your gilded cage
but somehow some way I feel warm and safe
and I’m under your boot but I’m under your wing
why a beautiful creature loves an ugly thing like me

I was born a beast with 6 tired hearts and 3 were black and 3 were not
4 been broke that leaves just 2 ones turned to stone the last I give to you
You can do with it just what you’d like
Fuck it or fight it or hold it tight
You can fill it with love or make a fool of it just make me feel alive stop feeling like shit
And I sleep
And I sleep well
On the floor of your prison cell
It’s dank and cold in your gilded cage
Somehow some way I fell warm and safe
And I’m under your thumb but I’m under your wing why a beautiful creature loves an ugly thing like me

February – Written by Jeremy Marcanti

Valentines come and gone and I’m still askin’ what went wrong
To that grey February sky
I hide from the cold and guilt beneath your wedding ring quilt
That pales blue beneath the lonesome moonlight

I wasn’t always there and I wasn’t always fair
Drinkin whiskey pickin music though the night
But I’d sing you off to sleep with that blue Kentucky grass
Goodnight Rosalynn goodnight

I keep pacin cross the floor I keep starin down the door
Finding madness in the corners of my mind
So I smoke myself to sleep with that sweet Humboldt grass
Goodnight Rosalynn goodnight

I walk myself along to that old gambling hall
Where the lonely and the desperate reside
And try to drink myself to death beneath those buzzin neon signs
Goodnight Rosalynn goodnight

Pocket a pistol and a note Februarys come to close
And the March winds are on the rise
I lay myself to sleep beneath that cemetery grass
Goodnight Rosalynn goodnight

Hung my Heart – Written by Jeremy Marcanti

Worry work and whiskey are all like big black crows
Swoopin down and eatin up all my time
I lay my hand on the Bible of her skin
And I swear one day I’ll leave these rambling ways behind

That old cold evils creepin up and hoverin again
‘til we’re passin though each other just like ghosts
Oh glory glory be won’t you say a prayer for me
In the darkness when I’m needing you the most

I hung my heart to a nail on the wall
And I cannot sleep
I stumble and I fall
On my knees in the dust here is where I’m bound to stay
‘til the rain comes down gonna wash my sins away

Wreckin myself early ‘til the wood is cracked and bowed
Them changing winds are weatherin my face
And I might be worth my salt but my dispositions soured
And I’m pretty sure I’m gonna leave a bitter taste

I’m certain it will take more patience than a saint
And more kindness than anyone could ask
I want in every way just to brighten up your day
But them clouds above are always low and black

I lost my tattered sails through the gales and the storm
Won’t you be my light
And guide me back home
On my knees in this mud here is where I’m bound to stay
‘til the rain comes down gonna wash my sins away