photo BlogspotBanner_zps2c2fc7f7.jpg
Showing posts with label banjo song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label banjo song. Show all posts

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Bury Your Son

Song: Bury Your Son
Album: Lesser Restoration
Written by: Toussaint Morrison
Released May 19, 2017
ref: 

Grabbed my bags
Brought all my devils with me
It’s time to see if this story ends any different in the city
My ride’s full
Blew a kiss in the cold
It’s all I have left to give her to hold

Here we are, all alone on the road again
Restin’ my fate with the sun, that she’ll point me in
The right direction
Anywhere but here
Ran outta time to give and
Feelings to feel, cos I’m
-
Chorus

Cold from the inside
Consoled by the midnight
They treat ya wrong ‘til ya don’t mind
But not me, I raise a fist and look’em forthright
-
The sun has resigned
She’s no longer with us
I close my eyes, push the pedal
And let go
The sky grows dark
Along with my convictions
I’m a dangerous man
Because they told me so

What’s your name, dear?
Who’s your savior?
When trouble comes, you grab your gun
Where do you aim it?
Excuse the questions
Precautions in my veins
When you’ve seen worse than death
It’ll make ya

Chorus

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Minnesota

Song: Minnesota
Album: Lesser Restoration
Written by: Toussaint Morrison
Released September 27, 2016
ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/5Wl3nCKB43NyUKz5LGp4L5

She cares for me with cops
Looks after me with laws
Calls me "nigger" when I'm not around

Employs me with a job
Kisses me with snow
Keeps me alive to make the wheels go 'round

And you convince yourself it's ok
Because it's all you've known
Surrounded by white smiles
Waitin' for permission to hope

So, she takes me down to the ballot box
And let's me pray without the cross
Makes my bed and she lays me down
-
Chorus
And she says she loves me
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
And I feel nothing
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
And I feel...
-
Met her' back in '86
And she ain't been right since
I suspect somethin' long's been goin' on

I knew she had a past and all
And I believed her when she said those days were long gone
Until I took a good look at the ground

I saw pictures of Mankato
Pictures of Duluth
The video from Saint Paul
The dead spoke the truth

They said, "Old habits die hard,
but this money's one helluva drug.
She's got a dealer named legacy
and a drunk step daddy named America.

Brother, if you want to fight the good fight
Then you'll have to understand that she won't go by fallin' on her own sword
You'll have to reconstruct the handle to the blade, so there's a price to pick it up
'Cos we've all heard it before."
-
Chorus
-
Well I marched all the way to her front door
Demanded to know what the hell is goin' on
She drew a smile with those big blue eyes
And said, "Why so serious.

They named schools and lakes after murderers
they called masters
They protect my land with murderers
they call officers

They got a prison cell made for ya
and a bullet with your name on it,
and every time I made your bed
was just to measure out the grave for ya.

I wasn't born this way.
Could you help me change?"
She grabs me by the throat
and holds me down
-
Chorus