he grew up never knowing what was happening
always trying to run away
words from family can cut much deeper than
any hole in this state
father’s anger was something awful
a real sight to behold
mothers words were always gentle
until she thought that they were alone
and nothing’s gonna ease this pain
not the pills, not a bottle, not the ladies by the highway
and nothing’s gonna make you stay
need a reason to find something to love
Everything grand is covered by a layer of dust
Oh my instincts why would you even try
Some days it feel like all that's good has died
I need a reason to find something to love
grew a temper which like a dust storm
could fill you up and knock you down
all the cops with their broken egos
would drop him on the edge of town
see those those train lights feeling heaven coming down
see that rain fall feeling like we’re gonna drown
I wanna find myself away from here
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021