Sage Francis, Ceschi - Barely Alive lyrics
[Sage Francis, Ceschi - Barely Alive lyrics]
Beard fully grown
Waiting for the nothing and
I'm awfully alone
Sunday went and visited your grave
Put a wild rose on the Virgin Mary engraved
Mother sang her song, brother kneeled
And I just kept on wishing that
The last year wasn't real
Teeth have sunk into my neck
Teeth have sunk into my neck
Build us a holiday out
Of stones and holograms
Holy relics and hummingbirds all to
Fill this hollow man
I'm alright, I'm alright
But don't fuck with me tonight
These fists are clenched and I will fight
For every breath left in this life
All the mosquitoes in Saskatoon
Couldn't quite suck the tough out of me yet
Although I know I'm a three legged dog
Hopping and begging like Vietnam vets
These years were only appetizers
Swallowed quick and wet
But I will not forget the
Remnants that were left
Build us a holiday out of
Straw and out of sticks
Out of claws and out of bricks
Out of gauze and spit
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
I make a fist, stare at it and think
This is how big my heart is
And I'm scared of it
'Til they use scissors to open my shirt
I go to work overworked
In the business of holding a smirk
Private jokes telepathically shared
From the present me to the past me
When I had more hair the tub remains clogged
Sloshed through the memories of hooking up
Friends in need of jobs
Didn't stop them from requesting loans
It started with them calling me
"Boss" in a condescending tone
Put an indefinite extension on
The zero interest
Better business bureau better be damn
Well prepared to be impressed
We're reporting back to duty
Heavily wounded steadily losing our gains
The enemy moves in
Gotta choose your weapons wisely
When I bust open my rib cage and I
Unleash the fist that's beating inside me
It'll punch more than clocks
Check your peephole
Cause there might not be
More opportunity that knocks
Door to door I'm selling artificial
Tears for your eyes
Using a stethoscope just to hear your cries
We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive
Surprise