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Old Gods & Weary Saints

from Livertalk by Bucky Harris

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lyrics

It arrives with the dawn
Starts with a numbness in my lips
As I brace for the fight,
The ground beneath me slips.

So I scream and claw, at these intangible frights
I reach out for purchase as lifelines swing by
But these horrors make head spin, if I could only hold them in my sights…
Maybe I’d be alright.

Won’t you stay… just a minute more.
Cause it’s so cold… and tough to endure.

Fuck old gods, I’ve got this alcohol,
I’m well acquainted with my saints.
But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my lungs,
Proclaimed you’re never gonna sing again!
I said “wait, all I’ve got are these tales, and a few left to tell”.
(gangs)

A few to tell…

This road seems so long
And yet I know it far too well
As I retrace my steps
These familiar faces, they scowl

So I bite and kick, more terror than fight,
I reach out as each empty bottle floats by
But I’ve traveled this path before, and I’ll soon return, it’s just a matter of time…
Old habits won’t die.

Won’t you stay… just a minute more.
Cause it’s so cold… and tough to endure.

Fuck old gods, I’ve got this alcohol,
I’m well acquainted with my saints.
But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my throat,
Proclaimed you’re never gonna sing again!
I said “wait, all I’ve got are these tales, and one left to tell”.


Fuck old gods, I’ve got this alcohol,
I’m well acquainted with my saints.
But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my tongue,
Proclaimed you’re never gonna sing again!
I said “wait, all I’ve got are these tales, but none left to tell”.

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from Livertalk, released July 29, 2022

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