It's in my honey, it's in my milk

Sorrow found me when I was young,
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
Sorrow they put me on the pills,
It's in my honey, it's in my milk.
Don't leave my hyper heart alone
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.

Put your hands on the right man. Are you liking every road that you're on?

This song was recorded 100% live with absolutely no overdub in Studio A, at the mighty Electrical Audio,with a piano,two guitars,a bass guitar and a timpani.

It is not a very funky song.

what difference does it make afterall,if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore

 

with a birds-eye view,from above,i'm losing all sense of boundary line
these make believes,and empty signs,i never pay them any mind

it's funny how sometimes you end up,on the opposite way,of the plans that you've drawn
i know it is nonsense to be there,it's a fucked up path,that i've ended up on

Just because it seems obvious,doesn't mean it's yours,no it doesnt mean it's done
what difference does it make afterall,if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you've been good before,doesnt mean you're cleaned up,doesnt mean you're clean

Names on all the paintings are gone,faded by bleaching clay
These make believes and empty signs,never liked them anyway

it's funny how sometimes you end up,on the opposite way,of the plans that you've drawn
i know it is nonsense to be there,it's a fucked up path,that i've ended up on

Just because it seems obvious,doesn't mean it's yours,no it doesnt mean it's done
what difference does it make afterall,if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you've been good before,doesnt mean you're cleaned up,doesnt mean you're clean