Cover Our Faces With Soot and Dreams : Numero Dos

A few more of the songs from the CD, "Cover our Faces With Soot and Dreams".

“Tell Me” – (this is a song that came about through a culmination of a few things. But to simplify it into one…I met some homeless fellas that camped in the woods behind where I was working at the time. Their slavery to some things and freedom from others impact on me at this time is evident.)
       Chorus: Won’t you tell me, I ain’t gonna hear it no more. Won’t you tell me, I ain’t gonna believe your goddamn war.
Well I seen old Blind Faced Darby with a rock now for his head and I seen Tombstone Charlie laying out leaves for his bed. And they tell me about their nightmares, and they tell me about their sin. But they got no use for religion now boys, they’ve seen both sides of hell.
Chorus
Me and Snake Oil Johnny walked from beneath of that bridge. Got a fifth of whiskey and a cheshire grin, oh we was fallin’ off that log. We walked down to the mission and spit on that ivory door. We got drunk there in the cemetary and slept with the stones and the dead. And I seen Cold Faced Tom, he’s exploding all over the bridge. Got his name in the paper and his face in the dirt. He’s gone now out of his head.
Chorus

“Letters to the Sky” (not meant to be a ‘love song’. This came from a very dark place when I was trying to find more and more ways to kill myself slower than I used to. This was catharsis. And Aaron helped me make it sound very dreamy and I always thought, almost Disney-esque.)
Layin the dark, lookin out at the window light. I don’t want nothin but I’m dying for anything. Maybe a bucket full of dreams. Maybe a day full of sin. A big open sky and a barrel full of fucking gin.
I ain’t beggin’ I’m just saying. I ain’t lonely I’m just desperate.
Chorus: I got these tabletop dreams all filled in with ink. I got these letters to the sky in case we start to sink.

“Build a Fire” (to all our Roanoke and Richmond family)
Chorus: We build a fire on our own. On our own.
Down with the shaken and torn. We cannot run and we can’t hide. Beneath the ground or beneath the sky. We are not helpless, we are not shamed. Cause our day never came, yes our day never came.