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Death of a Folk Singer

from Der Einzelg​ä​nger by Nils Cusack

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Drifting through a reel of time that’s neither real nor mine
Somewhere just it is I go when I am Blue
Paralyzed by distant cries of pain north of the eyes
Hold me for I’m falling free and boredom breaks a neck
There was a year or two ago that never struck a chord
Sometimes I wish I could return and change my name
My name.
My name.
Once I thought I lived a life that was quite grand
Where I believed I could be anything I dreamt myself to be
But no. That all changed, while wishing, down a dried up well
I fell and landed on a rock and split my head right open,
Where, I could see my brains amongst the dirt it really hurt
And I was bleeding badly, but at least I was still breathing
So, I picked up all the pieces and shoved them back inside
Then clawed the walls of this abyss back to the outside
Where I…
Where I…
Where I…
Where I...
Went to a “doctor” who prescribed a bottle of vodka
That would heal my hole with a bit of self-control
But did I listen? No, I didn’t, I just knocked the bottle back
And drank away my hollow sorrow ‘til a later time tomorrow.
Yes, I was in a state where I was feeling great and free of hate
Where I could be so jolly and forgive myself for folly
And for all my wrong to others, my sisters, and my brothers
I’m sorry, yes, I’m sorry, but now is no time to worry
It’s time…
It’s time…
It’s time…
It’s time…
To kick this ugly habit but I’m very much a rabbit
In a trap of repetition and a routine slow and stagnant
It was too good to be true, like an ocean brochure blue
Where the sun is always shining, yet I know now that it’s lying.
As I rust, I feel I’m just an aimless flake of floating dust
That passes by the windowsill until I’m still and off the charts
Where I am no longer of relevance or use to any being
I will not lie, my time is nigh, for me to say to you
Goodbye…
Goodbye…
Goodbye…
Goodbye…

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from Der Einzelg​ä​nger, released June 7, 2020

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Nils Cusack Melbourne, Australia

Melbourne songwriter who creates introspective dirges , dreamlike reflections and voodoo junkyard clankers.

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