Cannon Fodder would be proud
But the Sergeant again is slightly weeping
Not alone says he
But spinning the fragments of his mind
Say i don’t know I don’t know
I’m struggling to see it
Sleepy head sleepy head
Down memories and things are all the same
Words alone an empty book enable
The person who reads it
Last night it began in all our heads
Infinite times in a dream
But we can’t see at all
A memory upon memory
A distant solum scene
An interesting part of what it is to be me
TRYING TO SLEEP
TRYING TO SLEEP
An escape artist a clown
This fictional part of a non believer
Do you believe in good and bad
Holding his heartbeat in his mine
Say i don’t know I don’t know
I’m struggling to see it
Sleepy head sleepy head
Down memories and things are all the same
Words alone an empty book enable
The person to reads it
Last night it began in all our heads
Infinite times in a dream
But we can’t see at all
A memory upon memory
A distant solum scene
An interesting part of what it is to be me
All alone for an hour or was it THREE
TRYING TO SLEEP
TRYING TO SLEEP
This book is now set
Walking through chapter upon chapter
Its the characters from good and bad
The strange unto the sad
The clowns which i’m glad
A sergeant slightly weeping
Its a heartbeat across the land
A shadow upon my hand
All dancing through the fragments of there mind
Say not today not today
Were struggling to see it
Sleepy head sleepy head
Down memories and things are all the same
Words alone an empty book enable
The person who reads it
Last night it began in all our heads
Infinite times before
But we can’t see at all
A memory upon memory
A distant solum scene
An interesting part of what it is to be me
All alone for an hour or was it THREE
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021