from
Chant Darling,
released January 5, 2010
Do do do...
More than twice I've enjoyed the delight of a rapper
Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter
vibrating up from the bowels of the planet below.
I smother the world's problems in a cloak of delusion
Then clarity comes from confusion
I don't need much but the sound of a steel guitar
or the sound of my own voice in the bell of a saxophone.
Once again I find my toenails need clipping
My tongue is numb and my nose has been dripping
I've been sniffing for about a week now.
My hair is looking duller and lanker
It's longer – I've never looked much like a gangster –
But now I don't look like a gangster at all.
There's a sudden lack of excitement in my day
All my exhibitionist neighbours have moved away.
I've smoked too much,
I've smoked too much,
And my mind is losing the memory of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Less of a blessing than a curse
I'm looking through an empty purse
And I've seen the cleanness of my dreams all turn to dirt.
Take the time of your life and times it by three
That's what we get when leave the city
You're a pretty girl but you look better in the country
We could sense each other's thoughts all night
And stare into pupils under the moonlight
We won't be apart until one of us is dead
But which one of us will that be?
Now there's panic running through my head!
I've smoked too much,
I've smoked too much,
And my mind is losing the memory of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Less of a blessing than a curse
I'm looking through an empty purse
And I've seen the cleanness of my dreams all turn to dirt.