We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

strut in the dirt

by grayman | geraldson

/
1.
For thousands of years… the Devil heard every word. So he found himself a crack and opened up the Earth. For those same thousand years… God overheard each word. So he told his Son to stay while he met the Devil half way… So God looked at him, stood chin to chin with fire in his grin: “You know, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us. Looks like we’ll have to settle all these rumors and drunken thoughts” So eternally damned, the Devil did stand and so he squared up man to man: “So put up your dukes, let’s fight, and lay down all our hammers So these simpletons below us will shut up with all their clamor” and Eureka one, found God’s tongue, and started all the fun: “Your know your lies are all rotten like the roots of your teeth, but I have to admit it’s pleasure that I made them seek, [Devil] “There ain’t no dentist in heaven that would get near my Devil mouth, even if there was, it’s your drills that I’m not about. So Eureka two gave him the blues and the Devil broke down and asked: “What the hell are we doing here? …that’s all in the past, I called for this meeting to become free at last. My friends got the wrong impression of me, They only use me for my schemes, But really I’m not such an evil guy, I was just disowned and left out on the streets.” Well. [Devil] “Oh, glory to God, can we please switch spots, ‘cause this place is borin’ the hell outta me. And the sinnin’ just never stops” So God empathized with purple eyes and a heart washed with green: [God] “Well I never thought you’d asked cause all this praise is gettin’ to me, perfection cheats the thrill of life, and it feels like blasphemy. “Aren’t we just great and all? but now I hear a loud guffaw, it sounds like it’s coming from Earth, those simpletons must’ve heard our every word… We’re not even…back to where we started… things just got a whole lot worse… God, can’t we…just wipe them all out again? and do what we rehearsed?”
2.
when you solder the rain when you swallow spiders when you strut in the dirt you look so good to me how'd you fashion your wit? how'd you cut through the schlock? i only ask cause you look so sharp to me wanna travel back in time? and tell chris columbus we killed his fame cause you seem so brave to me well, am i right? or am i wrong? are you really this flame, that this moth is drawn? well, am i right? am i wrong? are you really this hook i'm so hung up on? when you syphon your sin when you suffer just to suffer when you spy on my soul you look so good to me how'd you peel back your skin? how'd you keep from spoiling? i only ask cause you feel so raw to me wanna travel back in time? and shave off hitler's moustache in his sleep cause you look so fun to me well, am i right? or am i wrong? are you really this flame, that this moth is drawn? well, am i right? or am i wrong? are you really this hook i'm so hung up on? let's hope i'm right, cause i wanna be right I really think i'm right goddamn you know i'm right let's hope i'm right, cause i wanna be right I really think i'm right goddamn you know i'm right
3.
simple man 02:51
Well, I'm a simple man, trapped inside a complicated mind, rescued by no one, but fed just enough hope to live on. And I feel - at time- as if i'm growing weak and weaker by the weeks and years but then other times as if i'm growing stronger and stronger, yearlong, so dearly long and in the discord exerted by my ego, superego and alter egos i somehow find a strange, lucid piece a piece to some larger, existential puzzle that i slowly design as my inner myth, which creates the bedlam and bedrock of my balderdash master peace. so let it be known that when I started on my fearless quest i was a nobody, and for those of you who don't already know that where i'm going i'll end up a somebody (on my own terms) and when i do, humanity help me, may my earnest attempts not be wasted nor perish in minds or millennia to come.
4.
If I told you once, I told you twice, I told you a 1000 times {{{{{{not to believe them}}}}}}} If they did it once, they'll do it twice, goddamn they'll do it a 1000 times {{{{{{cause that's what keeps them breathing}}}}}}} the monster was defeated by no one that's where we went wrong and since time waits for no one we're stuck grasping at straws and what's it like on the other side? i can't see pass the silver lining. and what's it like on the other side? I guess i'll find out when i die. if they told me once, they told me twice, goddamn they told me a 1000 times, {{{{{{that i should believe them}}}}}}} well, you can fool me once, maybe twice, but not a 1000 fucking times, {{{{{{cause that's what keeps me breathing}}}}}}} and since i'm not a preying man, i'm screaming from the belly of tortured amber i know it's time to defy my fate, cause I wasn't given such grace like my once lover and what's it like on the other side? i can't see pass the silver lining. and what's it like on the other side? I guess i'll find out... ...when i die.
5.
Well, Momma, I know you cry all the time that I'm gone but i hope you don't feel like I did you wrong I know you think I'm miles away just fiddlin' around but truly I tell you no prophet is accepted in their hometown You see, I had to go because of the blood in my veins that makes weak in my knees like when you pray these days will haunt me if I don't see them through and you gotta believe me when I say there are some things I'll never be able to prove to you Well, Momma, I know we dreamed of us all being together not saying we won't but let's just plan for the better Let's travel the world and start anew in New Orleans leave the past behind and dream a day at a time You see, I'm still gone because things just seem better out here so you gotta let me know what'll help dry up all your fears Because I don't know if I'm ever coming home for good sadly life can be sad and it doesn't always work out (yeah) like it should Yeah, my Momma, she's always the first to laugh when I sing but the beauty of season is the many feelings that they bring Yeah, my momma and I we never really see eye to eye but it doesn't really matter because we're always on each other's side Well, Momma, I know you cry all the time that I'm gone but i hope you don't feel like I did you wrong I know you think I'm miles away just fiddlin' around but truly I tell you no prophet is accepted in their hometown
6.
Well, oh baby, it's been a long time since i first called you baby and maybe, maybe we're crazy but that's why i need to call you my baby And every time I look in your eyes I see my better half smiles and shines Well, oh baby, it's been a long time, coming this life of ours that we made for ourselves and the best part, it's ours forever there's really nothing, nothing better Than every time i look in your eyes and see my better half smile and shine Well, oh baby, it's been a long time since i first called you baby
7.
another year has gone away another year has come my way another year has gone away another year has come my way so what am I doing here? what am i doing with all my fears? so what am i doing here? the flowers die. but there's still a seed. i beg them to come and save me on bruised heels, on sulfuric earth. I beg them to come and save me. too many years have gotten away too many fears have got in the way too many years have gotten away too many fears have got in the way so what am i doing now? what am i doing with my power? so what am i doing now? the chief's a liar now the tribe's on fire. and they need us to come and save them. the devil strikes. the water weeps and they need us to come and save them Another day, another dollar, another fight in my mind waiting for another protest, another song, another "Strange Fruit" to come along and save me from another mad man, another sick joke, like a rope thrown down but it's coated in lard and oil, and made from war-buried bones and the tears of their ancestors, and braided like a noose but I love Nina Simone for writing that song Mississippi Goddam Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn. Goddamn this standard progression, Goddamn all my self-doubts that keep me from doing what i love Goddamn the voice of my generation for being so dumb But most of all, Goddamn the beasts that gorge while my gorge rises to the summit of my knowledge in the twilight of my power This is my power. to decry the beast. and beat on against the current, ceaselessly into the future that's waiting for us all whether we like it or not 'cause it's all we've got. And I'll see you when I see you and I hope it's soon and i hope we save everything worth saving
8.
i wrote this song for you now i'm taking it back cause we never try anymore and we can't rewrite the past. i dream of a life on the edge while you dream of a child and a white picket fence and there's no use trying to pretend that all good things never come to an end we stuck it out for a while thought things might change but it's been three years since then and things still feel the same he said: "Baby, I'll always love you so but I've got places to go." She said, "Baby, I'll always love you so but I'm going back into the snow." i stole this song from you now I'm giving it back cause i think we can dig some more and find Young's heart of gold and maybe in my life on the edge you can still be my wife on the edge and we can sign our names in the Damned's book of life
9.
i see london i see france i see chicago's dirty underpants. and if the world's just a stage then it's all just a show take it for what it's worth yeah, blow by blow and i gotta find a new job i gotta find a new start i gotta finally get myself the hell out of here and i cant help but sing and i cant help but dream and i cant help but be who i wanna be and oh baby, oh baby, oh baby i've got a secret for you they don't like you sharp they don't like you aware they don't like it when you laugh at their dumb underwear what was that guy doin' for all those years? maybe too much sinnin'? maybe too many beers? and i think as a country we need a little moral fiber if we want to think about keepin' our shit together and i'm not gonna change the world, but i wanna take a chance and i want eyes that don't look so damn askance and of course, leave it to george carlin to yell "fuck hope" on stage and if only i was normal if only i was sane if only i had a larger brain i'd probably be lonely i'd probably care i'd probably hate being caught in my underwear and i remember that first time i saw my father cry it took twenty-three years (it took twenty-three years) but i donno why cause he's not really the tough guy type we say things we don't mean we all stare at our screens we're all numb to the point we think we're actually free and they'll bend you over and take what they stole well can we get a doctor to take care of these assholes? dear god, i know hell's your child but i'll do my best i know hell's your child but i'll do my best dear god, i know hell's your child but i'll do my best to raise it.

about

Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song. Each song its own character. Each character its own success. Each success its own failure. Each failure its own hope. Each hope chasing a life with a story. Each story its own tension. Each tension its own song.

credits

released June 26, 2018

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

grayman | geraldson Seattle, Washington

the most colorful things happen in the gray.

contact / help

Contact grayman | geraldson

Report this album or account

If you like grayman | geraldson, you may also like: