"Ezekiel 25: 17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
As I was walking down paradise street / a pretty little girl I was looking to meet / took so long to find her / then I had to let her go / ‘cause ever since I was a boy I always a dreamt of the day / when I’d make it on my own in this cabaret / of deadbeats and liars / so I set fire to my home
Here on this ground, I’ve done always my best / I’ll let the drink and the devil do the rest
As I walking down the edge of the sea / one thing seemed awfully clear to me / the tide had gone round / and left me far from home/ the river picked me up and she showed me around / all the awful secrets in this seaside town / now I sing, “hi ho” / I hope you never let me go
Firecrackers burn in circles round my head / I got no tales to tell, but lord knows I’m not dead
Glory, hallelujah / you know, I could get used to this / living here with strangers / in the palm of the abyss / but I still miss my darling / and the comfort of my home / I count the days until I see her / as the fire burns below / I hold on hope / but the time here moves so slow
As I waste away the desolate hours / with rum and coke and occasional flowers / that I send home with a letter sealed in red / the chains that rattle keep me up all day / I fear the devil’s gonna put me away / the sirens come and sing me off to bed
Glory, hallelujah / you know, I could get used to this / though I curse the ones who came here / for an unfamiliar kiss/ I can’t escape the feeling / that something’s creeping slow / and nobody wants to tell me / what everybody seems to know / I hold on hope
My girl she’s waiting / she’s waiting for me / to finally make it back home / I hear all the rumors / what they say about me / that I’ll never last on my own / but she doesn’t believe them / no / she’ll hold fast and true to me / and she shouldn’t believe them / no / but strange things can happen at sea / and they’ll happen to me
Strange things can happen at sea / and they’ll happen to me
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The Taxpayers were able to put down a tacklist of songs that allow us to go on a journey. In this album we experience the manic highs and lows one may experience in a life long battle with deteriorating mental health. The picture at times grim and beautiful is one I continually come back to as its tragedy never fades. Ulysses Johnson
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