On the old forgotten crossways
Where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders
Were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty deserts
Like a ghost I've flown
I barely cried wherever I'd ride
I never found a home
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease
Well I am just a ramshackle
I go from town to town
Where there is no shelter
I lay down on the ground
I killed for no reason
I pissed upon the blind
Tossed them all and then I burn a bowl
When I had the time
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Will the plain-hearted sorrow never cease
There's saints and there is animals
They've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages
To do just what they should
Well they stood the test and burned the rest
And tore them limb from limb
Like the fashion with no passion
They open up their skin
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Will the plain-hearted sorrow never cease
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APPEARS ON:
One Foot In The Grave
Monster Children Issue #48
YEAR RELEASED:
2009
DATE RECORDED:
October 1993, January 1994
LENGTH:
3:10
OTHER TITLE:
Feel The Strain Of Sorrow Never Ceasing
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Calvin Johnson
MIXED BY:
Darrell Thorp
Drew Brown
STUDIO:
Dub Narcotic Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
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