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Roll Me Out December
03:45
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Roll Me Out December
Roll me out December
I’m fighting your winds
Hope in time to learn to be your friend
Roll me out December
I’m here again
I’ve nowhere else to go
Roll me out December
And please be rather light
Hard times I’ve come upon again
Roll me out December
I’m coasting in your dreams
Your night skies are more than I can take
Roll me out December
I hate to see my breath
Only way I know that I’m alive
Roll me out December
Yah summers done and gone
Nothing like the Indiana grey
Roll me out December
And take me by your hand
Take me back home
Roll me out December
Let me see your face
Let me live to see another day
And I’m still bleeding out the pain
I kept from last year
A different day
And soon another year
Wake to find the snow of
Yesterday has gone
Your winds say
Another fall tonight
And I’ve gone searching for the light
Beneath this hallowed moon
This foil blanket
Holds me in my place
Roll me on December
Roll me on back home
Roll me on December
Roll me on December
Just roll me on back home
Roll me out December
And keep these candles bright
So I want freeze tonight
Roll me out December
I’m trying to see my ways
The windshield is covered with your snow
Roll me out December
I’m fighting your winds
Hope in time to learn to be your friend
Roll me out December
I’m here again
I’ve nowhere else to go
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2. |
Fear Winds
06:12
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Fear Winds
The fear winds are coming
The trees shout from Crown Hill
In cadence with comings
And goings of cars
The moon whispers lullaby
To summon the sinners
They go to the Devil
In search for the cure
The mass begins quickly
The dark spirits conjured
It exits the front door
And goes searching for souls
The tables still littered
With burnt spoons and roses
The glass cracked so quickly
Pieces lay in the walls
They all come so quickly
Some leave in a hurry
To come back in sweating
And begging for more
The Devil makes deals
When the moods right for gambling
Don’t you catch you a whooping
Cause you couldn’t pay your dues
And the woman are looser
Than ever imagined
A crumb for a kiss
And a key for her hole
I told her last night
Just go back back home to daddy
She said daddy was the first
To give her this pain
Only seven years old
In a trailer on Mars Hill
Daddy made a choice
That he couldn’t take back
Sweating out beer
And grunting and moaning
While ignoring the tears
And the cries of his child
It went on for years
Till she worked up the courage
To put a few rounds
Through his skull while he slept
Don’t you judge her for nothing
She’s a queen in her own mess
If you see her on 10th street
Tell her I’ve gone astray
A cold wind still blowing
Out whispers from Spades Park
While gun shots ring out
And drift slowly away
A man about nineteen
Lay dead on the sidewalk
He was putting his nose
In places not fit
Now his mother she’s screaming
And yelling for justice
Another man dead
For reasons unknown
I walked past the crime scene
And I pondered it shortly
But quickly rose back
To the matter at hand
I’ve been walking for an hour
With money I made shaking
My foot steps they echo
In the alley where I go
One knock on the side door
And a name for the door man
At the sound of the lock
My heart starts to race
When the door goes ajar
You may enter if willing
But proceed with caution
If you intend not to stay
I headed with caution
The first time I entered
But even caution won’t help you
From drifting away
One day I sure hope
I get square with the Devil
We’re hoping for no coins
And just a tear for each eye
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3. |
To You(My Sweet Friend)
05:16
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To You (My Sweet Friend)
I’m choking on my words
Saying things that I don’t mean again
I’m questioning my worth
Trying to find the freedom that I knew when I was young
And no I don’t expect a letter of concern
I’ve been tired for so damn long
And no I can’t rebuild all the bridges I have burned
But I’ll get by if I try
So this is my goodbye
This is just a letter that I’ll never get to send
To you my sweet friend
So this is my reply
To let you know I’m sorry for the times I could’ve spent
With you my sweet friend
I cannot afford
To try and bide the time cause it ain’t mine and it ain’t yours
The only thing I have
I could never give away even if I tried
And no I don’t expect a letter of concern
I’ve been tired for so damn long
And no I can’t rebuild all the bridges I have burned
But I’ll get by if I try
So this is my goodbye
This is just a letter that I’ll never get to send
To you my sweet friend
So this is my reply
To let you know I’m sorry for the times I could’ve spent
With you my sweet friend
We cannot pretend
We didn’t live a lifetime in the moments that we shared
Please don’t look away
You don’t have to feel no pain for how things are
And no I don’t expect a letter of concern
I’ve been tired for so damn long
And no I can’t rebuild all the bridges I have burned
But I’ll get by if I try
So this is my goodbye
This is just a letter that I’ll never get to send
To you my sweet friend
So this is my reply
To let you know I’m sorry for the times I could’ve spent
With you my sweet friend
So this is my goodbye
This is just a falling grace that’s meant to drift away
But the meaning still remains
And the meaning still remains
And the meaning still remains
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4. |
Biting The Bullet
02:51
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Biting The Bullet
Sitting here alone
In a place I pick my bones
The skin of my teeth about to fall
Racing through my thoughts
Wishing I had never saw
That side of me that nailed me to the floor
And I’m hoping that you know
That I’m far beyond the hope
You keep praying for
To find me in my dreams
No more sorry’s in my store
I can sell you anymore
The shelves won’t even hold a grain of hope
So before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
And before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
Please don’t try to understand
There ain’t nothing in this land
Technicolor just don’t mix with film noir
Remember when you said
You’ve already mourned my death
I hope that it don’t hurt when you hear the news
So before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
And before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
Broken glass and stinging pain
Blood and sweat and tears again
I ain’t got no words to protect from my ways
And now that I have died
I can wipe away your eyes
I killed that side of me that nailed me to the floor
So before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
And before I close up shop
I’m gonna take this one last shot
Pull the bullet from the drawer that bears my name
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5. |
Queen of Clubs
05:29
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Queen of Clubs
Shattered glass and half burnt cigarettes
Tell a silent tale that no one ever heard
I don’t lean and you don’t need nothing for me
And together we just sit here and shoot the shit
We’re a long way from New York
I’m in the same town I was born
And home ain’t never felt so far away
Home ain’t never felt so far away
And katie never leave her side
She look like death at thirty five
We ain’t the only shadows in this room
And when the folks go out at night
Only some of them arrive
To find a place to be alone
We’re a long way from New York
I’m in the same town I was born
And home ain’t never felt so far away
Home ain’t never felt so far away
So don’t go chasing by what you dream
You may fall and trip and drift away but into your disbelief
And when you wake and then you see
You ain’t what you thought you’d be
And far worse than what the nightmares bring
I walk slowly to your side of the room
But your fast asleep and I ain’t one
To wake you from your dreams
But time goes by to wake you up
And from your nose I see the blood
And you went chasing what you dreamed
Now your back in old New York
I’m in still right where I was born
And it seems to me there’s only one road home
And it seems to me there’s only one road home
So don’t go chasing by what you dream
You may fall and trip and drift away but into your disbelief
And when you wake and then you see
You ain’t what you thought you’d be
And far worse than what the nightmares bring
And it seems to me there’s only one road home
Yah it seems to me there’s only one road home
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6. |
10 Years Piece
06:29
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10 Years Piece
She got colder
As she got older
I ain’t judging her
I’m just saying my piece
And she feels tired
Of what she hides behind
And she told me so
With a face I’d never seen
He feels cheated
Like his soul is gone
He talks with god at times
When anger burns away his eyes
He did some prison time
When he was twenty two
His drinking killed a man
And he often hears his cries
Remember when we were young
The world was still so bright and pure
And we never got cold
Now a candle in a heavy wind
We keep holding on
To what we think we were
She don’t sleep much
She waits up for the stars
Drinking coffee black
At the table alone
She shoots nine ball
At Lefty’s Tavern
Leaves out with different men
Who have her fathers eyes
So find me innocence
Find me recompense
I ain’t seen myself in the light
In quite some time
And find me hopefulness
Find me anything
To mend my wounds and wash away my mind
And we keep going down a road
And we can’t quite seem to recognize
Why dead eyes won’t glow
And though we’ve been here before
We keep drifting 10 years back
Just fighting off the rains
He’s been 10 years
Out from Branchville now
But he’s still held down
Like when they came in the night
He keeps these secrets
From his wife and kids
If he reveals himself
Will they love him as he is
So find me innocence
Find me recompense
I ain’t seen myself in the light
In quite some time
And find me hopefulness
Find me anything
To mend my wounds and wash away my mind
And we keep going down a road
And we can’t quite seem to recognize
Why dead eyes won’t glow
And though we’ve been here before
We keep drifting 10 years back
Just fighting off the rains
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7. |
Far Far Away
03:13
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Far Far Away
Tread along these sunken grooves
In a manor of despair
The tightrope that I’m walking on
Can hardly hold my wares
They plead with me to save myself
But I ain’t one to care
They plead with me to save myself
I’m walking up the stairs
And I’ll go
Yah I’ll go
Tread along these sunken grooves
Peering at my life
The Holy Ghost is reaching out
But I ain’t one to try
I plead with me to save myself
But I ain’t one to try
I plead with me to save myself
I’d rather say goodbye
So say goodbye
Bye bye baby
Tread along these sunken grooves
I never spoke a word
The only love I ever had
Was laid out in a hearse
The only ride I never took
Was laid out in hearse
The only love I ever had
Left without a word
A curse
So far away
Far far away
So far away
I’m not far away
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The Circle City Bandit Indianapolis, Indiana
TheCircleCityBandit, Naptown bred and Louisiana fed troubadour, embraces all shades of the human experience thru the tradition of intuitive songwriting. The Indiana native weaves the emotion, logic and wisdom of his own experiences into masterfully written tales touching addiction, heartbreak, trauma and resilience that shadow the most vulnerable pieces of one's being-leaving no stone untouched. ... more
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