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Singing Knives

from Too Nice to Mean Much by Willi Carlisle

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Singing Knives

To live without love is a knife in every direction,
And when you touched me that night I saw lights and cold steel reflection.
Tell me: what's the point of livin' and feelin' so loveless?
Nothin' helps me do a thing now, darlin', I think I'm hopeless.

'Cause I worked at the foundry for six months,
And I dated your friends, they're all dumb punks,
And the flowers in bloom and your cheap perfume,
I thought it was too nice to mean much.


Well with Jack or Jim, or me or him, you used to spike your iced-tea,
I used to show up late and stoned, just prayin' you'd forgive me.
And I clean up allright, though it's not like you'd ever notice.
Nothin' helps me hold a job down, darlin', I think I broke this.

'Cause I don't care to work on a Sunday,
I drug gravel for miles 'cross some site.
Don't tell me some loves take a backroad to town,
You know I like to drive all night.

Well a poor boy findin' you was like buyin' a lottery ticket,
And when you said I couldn't hold you I told you we oughta forget it.
And I don't care to be happy, just don't wanna let you down.
I swear I don't give a shit, no I spit when I pass your home town.

'Cause I'da waltzed at your sister's wedding,
I'da shook your father's right hand,
But a few scented candles and pictures on mantles,
They don't fix an angry young man.

And it cuts to the bone, there's a stone in my throat just to sing it,
But I carved out a home of my own with no one's forgiveness.
When I close my eyes, I don't try, but I still see you naked,
And that wound was so raw that I thought that we could still make it.

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from Too Nice to Mean Much, released July 30, 2016

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Willi Carlisle Fayetteville, Arkansas

Folksinger/poet from the Midwest and upper South. Free Dirt Records.

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