1. |
The Tryer
03:38
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Oh what a pain
To watch the acid rain
Fall upon those
With a frown
Oh what a city
It’s no crime to be sitting
While they’re kicking those
Who are down
What a pain caught in my eye
I can’t just let it pass me by
I’ll be the tryer
If you’ll listen up
A downtown crier
For when you’ve had enough
I’ll stoke the fire
And you can warm your hands
I’ll be the tryer
So we can start again
We’ll start again
Oh what the hell
There’s too many church bells
Ringing for those
Of my kind
Oh ain’t it pretty
The pessimism in me
Arguing hope
Makes me blind
What the hell, it’s not enough
I can’t just hope, gotta be tough
I’ll be the tryer
If you’ll listen up
A downtown crier
For when you’ve had enough
I’ll stoke the fire
And you can warm your hands
I’ll be the tryer
So we can start again
I’ll be the tryer
If you’ll listen up
A downtown crier
For when you’ve had enough
I’ll stoke the fire
And you can warm your hands
I’ll be the tryer
So we can start again
We’ll start again
What a pain, oh, what the hell
I’ll see you there, I’ll see you all
And I know only time will tell
If love breaks through or if we fall
I’ll be the tryer
If you’ll listen up
A downtown crier
For when you’ve had enough
I’ll stoke the fire
And you can warm your hands
I’ll be the tryer
So we can start again
I’ll be the tryer
If you’ll listen up
A downtown crier
For when you’ve had enough
I’ll stoke the fire
And you can warm your hands
I’ll be the tryer
So we can start again
We’ll start again
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2. |
Oxygen
04:12
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You don’t understand
This type of oxygen
How could you understand
When you don’t breathe it in
I want to tell you everything I know
But if I told you, I don’t think that you would get it
And I want the world to see the things I see
But what I say and what you see are very different
You don’t understand
This type of oxygen
How could you understand
When you don’t breathe it in
I want so much to change and I know that
It’s tough to rearrange a show when it’s been written
But I’ve got a voice and nothing is in stone
I’m prone to fear but gonna face it, I’m done sitting
You don’t understand
This type of oxygen
How could you understand
When you don’t breathe it in
I want for everyone to understand
The power’s in your hands so get into position
And when I am writing that’s my fighting
When I’m singing that’s the slinging of my ammunition
You don’t understand
This type of oxygen
How could you understand
When you don’t breathe it in
I know, what I know
And I know, that you don’t
You don’t understand
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3. |
Thirty
04:27
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I want to live
Past thirty
Even if it could be hard
I don’t want to
Go early
Only just getting my start
By God I’ll live
So fully
I’ll be patient, loving, kind
But if I’m gone
By thirty
You deserve some peace of mind
I do not expect it
I don’t expect anything
Sometimes I’m not checked in
Cuz I’m in my head again
If you put on my shoes
Tried to live a single day
It would make your head spin
So don’t look the other way
When I might say
I want to live
Past thirty
Even if it could be hard
I don’t want to
Go early
Only just getting my start
By God I’ll live
So fully
I’ll be patient, loving, kind
But if I’m gone
By thirty
You deserve some peace of mind
I’m not so egoic
To be thinking legacy
But if I’ve gotta go soon
It would be the death of me
To think that I could leave here
Without kicking and screaming out
For everyone before me
In hopes the ones who follow now
Get through somehow
I want to live
Past thirty
Even if it could be hard
I don’t want to
Go early
Only just getting my start
By God I’ll live
So fully
I’ll be patient, loving, kind
But if I’m gone
By thirty
You deserve some peace of mind
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4. |
Behind my Body
04:04
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Behind my body
There’s a soul
It’s like a rhythm
To a song
Laid underneath
A dulcet tone
Behind my body
There’s a soul
I wanna be seen
And heard for me
And not for what my body
Appears to be
To be seen
And heard for me
Feels like it’s a distant wish
Or maybe a doubtful dream
But I dream on
Behind my body
There is might
And for this soul
I’ve had to fight
To be understood
I have to write
Behind my body
There is might
I wanna be seen
And heard for me
And not for what my body
Appears to be
To be seen
And heard for me
Feels like it’s a distant wish
Or maybe a doubtful dream
But I dream on
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