Something a bit softer for Tuesday, but no less deep.
My pain is self-chosen
At least, so The Prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
The River of Deceit pulls down, oh oh
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
My pain is self-chosen
At least I believe it to be
I could either drown
Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
The pain is self-chosen, yeah
Our pain is self-chosen
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Mad Season "River of Deceit"
Posted by W at 7:42 AM
Labels: Mad Season
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2 comments:
Its been such a long time since I heard their particular brand of melancholy grunge....rather suits my mood today. Did you know "Mad Season" is an English euphemism for the best time to grow psychedelia mushrooms? Ironic since two of these guys OD'd (or perhaps not).
Hey baby great song
I wish I could be there with you
sorry things aren't getting better
:(
xoxo
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