Well the hard rain falling feels as heavy as hail on my shoulders,
The sky is covered by a thousand clouds and it's starting to get colder,
I've been bar-hopping half the night and I ain't stopping anytime soon,
Somebody pass me a beer, I need a painkiller for all this gloom.
Country-blues band playing at the Pig N' Whistle tonight,
My vision's spinning like a wheel and the white moon looks like a kite,
I don't know where I'm going, but I know that it's better than home,
I think it's time to let loose and pay the role of a rolling stone.
Dealing cards with the devil while an angel fills up the shot glass,
Heavy heart's beating just a little too hard against my chest,
Could only guess if tomorrow's gonna set me free from my past,
But that's the way it works in the dusty corners of the west.
Dreamed away the morning and was woken by the motors of noon,
The sins and the virtues of my heart made their daily bloom,
Sunday's the best time to pray for a change in the tides,
'Cause I'm sick of the monotonous current that has conquered my life.
Senses stripped down to a drone,
All this weariness is starting to prevail,
The comfort has left my home,
Where the walls are getting pale,
Silence makes a nice contrast to this screaming hangover,
With each second passing I could feels myself getting older,
I once was a child, then I grew up and saw the light,
It's time to hit the bars again and maybe make love with someone tonight.
from This Twisted World of Ours
released March 8, 2015
Music and lyrics- Mikelangelo Macrohon
Production- Christian James Hand
Album Cover Photographer- Kevin Stanley
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