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Cheatin' Heart
03:29
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Lonelier Than Lonely
04:14
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I'm sick from my lungs down to my stomach
From smoking too many cigarettes
But I love how I hate it, like the feeling in my gut
After unfulfilling sex
And a cigarette is a fine replacement
For affection when you're feeling low
It ain't the loneliest feeling to ever touch my lips
But it's the second-loneliest I know
And loneliness is my sweetest friend
The one that always knocks me down again
The truest thoughts to enter my brain
Come, a high, lonesome refrain
I'm lonelier than lonely
And no one on this earth can console me
I quit smoking cigarettes for my health
It's best you quit me for yours
I'll steal away your breath and I'll burn up your wealth
I'm a bad habit to pick up when you're bored
And boredom and loneliness- so often the same
And a smoke will fill your time when all else is in vain
A few moments off your boredom, a few off your loneliness
Dragging closer from this place to the next
But loneliness is my sweetest friend
A friendship I never want to end
The truest thoughts to enter my brain
Come, a high, lonesome refrain
I'm lonelier than lonely
And no one on this earth can console me
So it's back to cigarettes for my health
The sweetest air my lungs ever felt
I hold it thick in my chest, I feel rich, I feel blessed
And alone I can't hurt anyone else
So loneliness is my sweetest friend
The one that will hold me through the end
The truest thoughts to enter my brain
Come, a high lonesome refrain
I'm lonelier than lonely
And no one on this earth can console me
I'm lonelier than lonely
I can't fill the void with roaming
No home to return to, they no longer know me
I'm lonelier than lonely
I'm lonelier than lonely
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03:53
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I don't want to die before my time
But if my time is twenty-nine, then I'll be fine, I'll be fine
I'll leave my songs for when I'm gone
Pretty words for ugly wrongs
They'll paint me needy, they'll paint me spineless
Greedy too, but I'll be timeless
Wind up these strings and clear my throat
I'll wander everywhere that I've not known
I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I thirst
Sing myself to sleep when I'm hurt
I'm sorrow-bound, I can't say where I'll next be found
Underground or the next town
The stones I've thrown will mark my final home
Once I've lost that moan
No sense of worth, not an ounce of wealth
Only a guitar and contempt for myself
My fingers falter, my heart it squanders
All that love has placed upon my altar
Cut off my hands and quiet my tongue
I can't forgive myself for what I've done
My hands offend and these eyes can't forget
Only away from myself may I find rest
I'm sorrow-bound, I can't say where I'll next be found
Underground or the next town
The stones I've thrown will mark my final home
Once I've lost that moan
I don't want to die before my time
But if my time is twenty-nine, then I'll be fine, I'll be fine
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Dusty Whytis Asheville, North Carolina
Banjo-picking, guit-fiddling hobo.
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