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The flood

from A floodplain mind by Misophone

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lyrics

I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll take what I can to escape from the flood
And when I am done I will talk in strange tongues
And sing in the streets and sleep in the mud
I’ll tramp like a tinker from down in the south
I’ll curse like a sailor and then clean out my mouth
With another glass gift from the Islands of Scotland
The anchor of blood that I taste in my mouth
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
But I can be king in the good Prince of Wales
And sing and deliver my sparkling wit
I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll wait for the rust to burst bright from the bud
And all that I've known will descend into dust
As the sun bows it's head like the cows to the cud
I'll empty my thoughts as I empty my glass
My veins are a track for the trains of my past
Whose thoughts coalesce in the spaces between
The places I've left on the shelves of my dreams
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
I can't carry on but on I must go
And try to deny what my mind won't permit
The sails and the wails and the mongering fear
The babies and prams and the river runs clear
Down in the bay to all their dismay
The water’s still here and it flows like their tears
I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll take what I can to escape from the flood
And when I am done I will talk in strange tongues
And sing in the streets and sleep in the mud
I’ll tramp like a tinker from down in the south
I’ll curse like a sailor and then clean out my mouth
With another glass gift from the Islands of Scotland
The anchor of blood that I taste in my mouth
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
But I can be king in the good Prince of Wales
And sing and deliver my sparkling wit

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from A floodplain mind, released December 1, 2023

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Email: misophone@hotmail.co.uk
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Misophone have been recording for almost two decades. In that time, they have recorded countless songs, stared at the sea
and generally hidden from view. ... more

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