I wrote this one the same night I wrote I will bless the Lord. I wrote this one first, then the other. That seems fitting to me. Still, I recorded them in the opposite order. Mostly because I didn’t know what I was doing with the harmonica. They do go together, though; the former inspiring the latter. In the spirit of Cash and the harp of Springsteen:
Night a whisper o’er a flame a trigger and a knife phantom on my side Night she went and left me ‘lone left skin and blood and bone colored my whole life blisters bled and dried wallet harp and comb treasures in a tomb . Sin bottles crowd my bed balled against the wind knees up to my chin Sin breaking for the trench but shot to death instead I’m pulling back the skin to let the fever in blackened flesh and stench bullet in my head . Night a man inside the gate asking for a light malice in his eye Night treats me like a whore swallows up the score end my song before it’s time I pull out another dime climb back out onto the floor and ask to dance some more
nice songs eddie! I liked the harmonica, cause you didn’t know what you were doing, but it still sounded good. did you conquer your demon that night?
Writing this was my fight.