Saint Voorhees
October 17, 2024 9:14 PM
Quick and dirty lofi folk song. I think it has enough spooky themes to work for October. Lyrics in the fold. Kinda like the lyrics.
There’s things I’ve done for money, for hunger, and for love.Things I’ve done for some or none or all of the above. Things I’ve done in fear: 'crimes of passion' goes the plea. Plead insanity and claim it’s all temporary. Please believe me, judge and jury. Please, believe me.
The hawk patrols all morning, suspended on the breeze. He circles round the park and lands upon the highest tree, considering a kingdom which he could take or leave. When all the world’s your prey it’s all indiscriminately. Please come swiftly or ignore me. Please believe me.
Now truth comes at us crooked. They say it always did. Great truths must first wear hockey masks and stalk the the campfire kids. A hamster in a shoebox or an old man on the roof. How our parents loved us! Funny how they hid the proof. Still, I’m grateful for their stories. Please believe me.
See, I’ve been superstitious all my life. Call it bad luck. I don’t believe in ghosts or god but i’m haunted as fuck. If something looms above me or something yawns below, please don’t put a face to it because I don’t want to know. I’d prefer a little mystery. Please believe me.
So wake me in the morning. Shake me from these dreams. Send me to the salt mines so that I might earn my keep. Hold me every morning and as I go to sleep. In between, may I deserve a fraction of the peace that you give me in your glory. Please believe me. That y'all give me, in your glory.
There’s things I’ve done for money, for hunger, and for love.Things I’ve done for some or none or all of the above. Things I’ve done in fear: 'crimes of passion' goes the plea. Plead insanity and claim it’s all temporary. Please believe me, judge and jury. Please, believe me.
The hawk patrols all morning, suspended on the breeze. He circles round the park and lands upon the highest tree, considering a kingdom which he could take or leave. When all the world’s your prey it’s all indiscriminately. Please come swiftly or ignore me. Please believe me.
Now truth comes at us crooked. They say it always did. Great truths must first wear hockey masks and stalk the the campfire kids. A hamster in a shoebox or an old man on the roof. How our parents loved us! Funny how they hid the proof. Still, I’m grateful for their stories. Please believe me.
See, I’ve been superstitious all my life. Call it bad luck. I don’t believe in ghosts or god but i’m haunted as fuck. If something looms above me or something yawns below, please don’t put a face to it because I don’t want to know. I’d prefer a little mystery. Please believe me.
So wake me in the morning. Shake me from these dreams. Send me to the salt mines so that I might earn my keep. Hold me every morning and as I go to sleep. In between, may I deserve a fraction of the peace that you give me in your glory. Please believe me. That y'all give me, in your glory.
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posted by valrus at 8:32 PM on October 20