I’m selling my soul…at least for a day
I’m playing a role…the weakest, I’d say
Down the path of leased resistance
It’s all curtains and rags
I might ask you for some assistance
But I most certainly won’t beg…
Please…please…please…please
Armed on a corner with a cardboard sign
Vol’ rof crow low selmoh
Mumbled words I use to pass the time
Or make the clouds billow…
Please…please…please…please
There’s no one to blame…(time, secrets, them)
More of the same…(whispers, trinkets, mayhem)
Cover again the lonely distance
Just don’t run away
I think I’ll tell you all, for instants
Maybe this dreamer can still play…
Please…please…please…please
although there are some vague lines, this song has some specific images that hit me on a primal level..."armed on the corner with a cardboard sign"..i like that one
if you hadn't noticed, i like to use the word "soul" in a lot of songs...what varied meanings behind a singular syllable...
one of the "layered" songs that harken back to "album" rock (read: too long to be commercially viable) i love construction attempts with non-standard instrumental breaks...'the grovelling' is the instrumental outro