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Had a cranky day after I turned fifty and this song sorta fell outta me. Writing the lyrics I thought it might be an interesting idea to try to have some fun with fatalism....
lyrics
HALF CENTURY MAN
White caps are rollin' in...
Look a little further out, losin' the horizon
Part of me is Lieutenant Dan
Gonna strap my ass to that mast, point directly at my chin
say I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
To meet the lord, someone saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
I'm not a man for this age
where we talk with our fingers, broadcast our innards...
live and die on a screen page...
Always selling makes one soul sick
If you have the time you can find us on line
at the methadone clinic
Cause I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
to meet the lord, someone saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
Halcyon days....
of golden grass Octobers and a heart pounding gaze
Seven years a skin....
And I don't know where I'm destined for, or what's more, where I've been
Cause I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
to meet the lord, someone saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
Headlong for the Why-zits and the who-zits
Dead wrong, somehow I always choose it
In a restaurant feelin' like I'm gonna lose it
Oh, Mr Yamaguchi whatcha puttin' in your sushi?
Some days my life's a penitentiary, I'm here a half a century....
-CJC
credits
from
Split Milk,
track released April 28, 2017
Christopher John Campion - Vocals, harmonica
Jonny Taylor - Electric, acoustic, & bass guitars
Bennett LaGreca - Drums
Written by Christopher John Campion
Produced, recorded & mixed by Jonny Taylor at Beacon AV Lab
www.beaconavlab.com
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