brook pridemore - the reflecting skin lyrics
well the hand painted signs
said, “just a handful for a quarter.”
so of course we left a dollar
drove off with half a barrel full
we laugh at ancient proverb jokes
like old and bittered lovers
like all good detroiters we
look out for one another
always and forever
and nowadays i feel like a sad pathetic man
i miss my friends like i would miss my hands
if they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour
i’m tenacious like a glacier
but i know that i can’t do this anymore
(chorus)
nothing feels good to me no more
some of all my parts are broken bleeding on the floor
and there’s a bathroom on the right
and i have not seen nothing in my life
that was good without a fight
i was thinking, “i’m a man.”
and not a band so would not break up
then my lips could buy a drum machine
leather, chrome and vaseline
big guitars with “f” holes
and a flaming upright b-ss
start a disco, techno, funkabilly
punk rock, emo, something else band
just like artists moving up
to turn the south bronx’s into sobro
then my torso could gentrificate
learn to play the dobro
get my chicken legs some wooden spoons
and pound a rhythm out
start the armless, headless bluegr-ss band
that music city’s ever seen
(chorus)
i was destitute and drunk and sick
and done with all the roman
i was sitting on a patio
i was waiting for the bowmans
they were teary eyed and broke as hell
and much worse off than me
probably had a laundry list
of all the places they would rather be
then out of nowhere some guy says
“this city’s turning grey, it lacks an old camaraderie
that we ain’t got today.”
he is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea
looks exactly just a lot like everyone that i have ever seen
(chorus)
“a younger version of myself,” his older brother said
“wants to go and find my friends” he said
“all my friends are dead.”
now i am throwing clots of dirt and i am screaming at the sky
saying, “why, did they never got the chance to live
and did they have to die?”
it always seems like the end of times
since i got back from the war
but it wasn’t like we had nothing left
at the end of times before
his skin is peeling tight
and its reflecting like a mirror
i’ve lit myself on fire i would gladly burn
to get away from here
(chorus) x2
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