Man of little wealth king of yourself
You’ll greet the grave to find your way
In gaining that crown of which you’re well endowed
I know that you’re proud to let the rest of us drown
Because I can see you looking down from your highest shelf
You fill your frame with the king of your best self
I know you’ve been exposed by the pain you hold so close
Get out of your shell before you’re just a lonesome ghost
Sweet misery on the day when the dust leaves
You gotta get up and break free
You’ve been walking a fine line
To make your conscience feel right
Worn by the critical blind eye
It was only a white lie
But you bought it that you’re damned to fail
Forget the gold frames that you hang on your string
In a moment even a ghost can change
Don’t ever forget what’s been trapped underneath
Sweet victory on the day when my dust leaves
I gotta get up and break free
I’ve been walking a fine line
To make my conscience feel right
Worn by the critical blind eye
But I pay them no mind cause its about time
But you bought it that you’re damned to fail
Forget the gold frames that you hang on your string
In a moment even a ghost can change
Don’t ever forget what’s been trapped underneath
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022
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