Jumping guitar chord rope
Amongst old creaks and liquid blows.
Between barrels of wine and grace,
Laughing with some ancient shadows.
Ancient is a stretch I know,
Cause not long ago
And you never know it’s you,
When your life can’t find what matters.
Breaking like a song with notes that sink
like old quicksand.
When you’re reaching up from drowning
And not feeling any hand.
You think it’s them not you
For they can’t see or sit or stand.
On your bones or in your skin
Or think your thoughts to make a plan.
And they cannot know your history, or
The reason for your scam.
The one you pull on you
Using others who are damned.
Jumping guitar chord rope,
Before the gig, the soul and glam.
Glad I know now where I come from,
The wolf inside the slaughtered lamb.