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01- Delirium
04:02
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Delirium
I been livin out of brown paper bags.
I feel like I'm wearing the robe of Jesus
but the but the robe it tuned to rags.
Holy spirits fill my body, then they fill my mind.
And when the spirits leave, I find I'm just a man.
Into a sickness I'm confined.
I have roamed and rambled one to many times.
Just to wake up in a ditch of mud gripping
lists of all my crimes.
The law they cannot tame me, i am too obtuse.
I'm the kinda boy they hang from the double knotted noose.
The doctors they can't heal my sickness, I was born a curse.
For all the wrong i ever done I shoulda done reverse.
I been livin out of brown paper bags.
I feel like I'm wearing the robe of Jesus
but the robe it tuned to rags.
Holy spirits fill my body, then they fill my mind.
When the spirits leave, I find I'm just a man
into a sickness I'm confined.
When i wake and shake, I clench my rotted teeth.
Knowing that my soul was here and I gave it to a thief.
Cold sweat pushes through like pins, chills become my skin.
Delirium floods my mind and I fight for who I am.
I have roamed and rambled one to many times.
Woke up in a ditch of mud gripping lists of all my crimes.
The law they cannot tame me, I am too obtuse.
I'm the kinda boy they hang from their double knotted noose.
And the doctors they can't heal my sickness, I was born a curse.
For all the wrong i ever done I shoulda done reverse.
I been livin out of brown paper bags.
I feel like I'm wearing the robe of Jesus
but the but the robe it tuned to rags.
I been livin out of brown paper bags.
I feel like I'm wearing the robe of Jesus
but the but the robe has tuned to rags.
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02- My Body, My Jail
03:37
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My body, My Jail
My body, my jail.
Good times are good, but they don't prevail.
My body, my jail
I get yard time, but I can't make bail.
Guards at the gate are holding me in.
Praying for my salvation but they do not
know my sin.
Many innocent men are tightly tucked away,
dreaming of release and hoping it comes someday.
I was sentenced to a cell that's dark, dirty and mean.
Livin in a hell that too many men have seen.
Screaming through the bars that hold me to this place,
sleeping through the sentence that every man a face.
My body, my jail.
Goodtimes are good but they dont prevail.
My body, my jail.
I get yard time, but I can't make bail.
Its lonely here in solitary fighting fights in my head,
reflecting on the past, wondering if I'm dead.
Its dark, damp and cold and every pain inside my skin
rises to the surface and I feel it all again.
My head is foggy and my bodies broken
from all the damage done.
The hell inside the cell, it surely ain't no fun.
And although I await release, I'm planning my escape.
I'll climb down the sheets I've tied and from my cell I draped.
My body, my jail.
Goodtimes are good but they don't prevail.
My body, my jail.
I get yard time, but I can't make bail.
I get yard time, but I can't make bail.
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03- Idiot's Ode
03:15
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Idiot's Ode
My pain is not for profit, what has been told is true.
I'm just an idiot, I believed in you.
I've given you my time, just for you to steal
the calculated questions on my fuckin movie reel.
Nights at my round table, make you ill or make you able,
dressed in dark and all so bright,
angel give your wings to me tonight.
I could clip them, I could shed them, I can fan em, I can spread em.
When the wings in sight I pray you make it through the night.
And I hope that you can see the bondage from the free,
the broken and the torn, from too much mystery.
It's the summer of discontent, hours lived and hours spent.
I went from sleeping in the house, to livin in a tent.
Soon the rain a come and my tent it will flood.
I'll remain the idiot rising up from the mud.
My pain is not for profit, what has been told is true.
I'm just an idiot, I believed in you.
It's the summer of discontent, hours lived with hours spent.
I went from sleepin in the house, to livin in a tent.
Soon the rains a come, my tent it will flood.
I'll remain the idiot, rising up from the mud.
My pain is not for profit, what has been told is true.
I'm just an idiot, I believed in you.
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04- Pastel And Water
03:21
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Pastel And Water
There is a broke down palace,
where people drink from a stolen chalice.
It's all pastels and water,
home to mother's son and father's daughter.
Its moving and its moving fast.
None of it was built to last,
we're fallen sand in an hourglass.
This too it will pass.
What have you gone and done?
Somethings you can't take back.
There is nowhere to run,
when you're on a one-way track.
There is a broke down palace,
where people drink from a stolen chalice.
It's all pastel and water,
its home to mother's son and father's daughter.
What have you gone and done?
Somethings you can't take back.
There is nowhere to run,
when you're on a one-way track.
There is a broke down palace,
where people drink from a stolen chalice.
It's all pastel and water,
home to every mother's son and father's daughter.
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Pills, Powders And Potions
I won't pick up and I won't shut down,
my temple was built on hallowed ground.
Under full moon with a glistening glow,
warmed by the fires that burned real slow.
We all got trouble in our day to day,
we aint gotta let it stay that way.
What don't kill you is gonna make you strong,
I'm not gonna live in no country song.
It's just pills, powders and potions,
witches, wizards, kings and queens.
Pills, powders and potions,
I'm stick in a light only darkness brings.
I wrestle with demons, and I fight my own hands,
god laughs at a man that makes plans.
Shifting of madness, I can feel in the air,
I push and I pull but I see nothing there.
It's just pills, powders and potions,
its witches, wizards, and kings and queens.
Pills, powders and potions,
I'm stick in a light only darkness brings.
Got this monkey on my back, whispers "whiskey" and "smack",
all the inner voices dance in my head.
It won't last and the feeling a pass, I'll kick off the monkey
but he'll comes back fast.
He tries to shatter my will with his glimmering pill,
he whispers, "one-time ain't gonna kill".
I got my back to the wall and I'm gonna stand tall.
I'm gonna whoop that monkey even if I fall.
It's just pills, powders and potions,
its witches, wizards, kings and queens.
Pills, powders and potions,
I'm stick in a light only darkness brings.
I won't pick up and I won't shut down,
my temple was built on hallowed ground.
Under full moon with a glistening glow,
warmed by the fires that burned real slow.
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06-Phantoms In The Pain
02:50
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Phantoms In The Pain
I'm just a "piece of shit", I'm a "goddamn mistake".
Every piece I try to fix two more I break.
I tremble in the sun like I've come in from the rain,
there is sorrow in the sadness and phantoms in the pain.
It's a cold and dark place to live in,
I hope someday I'm forgive.
Let's strip down this old facade and polish all these flaws.
Let's cut away the hide I wear and file down these claws.
There's beauty in a beast that cannot be ignored, but the
price of chasing dragons is more than anyone can afford.
It's a cold and dark place to live in,
I hope someday I'm forgive.
I'm just a "piece of shit", I'm a "goddamn mistake".
Every piece I try to fix, two more I break.
I tremble in the sun like I've come in from the rain,
there is sorrow in the sadness and there are phantoms in the pain.
It's a cold and dark place to live in,
I hope someday I'm forgive.
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07- Road
03:50
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Road
She watched him drop down to his knees,
he cried out with sorrowful pleas.
She rubbed his head and said "you're not dead,
we got livin to do".
Livin aint easy and life's a fight,
it takes so many wrongs just to find the right.
Travelin a road, weighted down by the load
and misery scatters the highway.
Blown out tires and engine fires,
well, we don't need to look.
The suns going down, when it touches the ground
that colors gonna warm your bones.
She loved a man who didn't love himself.
He had paradise and shunned the wealth.
He got caught up and lost his way and at
the end of it all at her feet he'd pray.
The road is long, its sink or swim.
Shed curse at the darkness and she'd
send her love to him.
She'd pull him from the shadows that would
tug at his soul,
she gave him reason and purpose and a chance
to feel whole.
Blown out tires and engine fires,
well, we don't need to look.
The suns going down and when it touches the ground
that colors gonna warm your bones.
She loved a man who didn't love himself,
he shot paradise and squandered the wealth.
He got caught up and he lost his way but at the
end of it all he kept the needle at bay.
Road is long, its sink or swim.
She'd curse at the darkness and she'd
send her love to him.
She'd pull him from the shadow that would
tug at his soul,
she gave him reason and purpose and a chance
to feel whole.
Blown out tires and there's engine fires
but we don't need to look.
The suns going down and when it touches the ground
that colors gonna warm your bones.
She loved a man who didn't love himself.
He had paradise but shunned the wealth.
He got caught up and he lost his way and at
the end of it all at her feet he'd pray.
Road is long, its sink or swim.
She's always left the light on for him.
Road is long.
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Hand And Hand In The Rain
Hand and hand in the rain,
leaning on each other is comfort for the pain.
In this unforgiving world that grows stranger by the day,
we could be some light that shines on in through the gray.
There's so much uncertainty, to us it ain't nothing new.
In our darkest hours the sky still glistens blue.
With you by my side we can make it through,
put your hand in mine love and that's just what we'll do.
Hand and hand in the rain,
leaning on each other is our comfort for the pain.
In this unforgiving world that grows stranger by the day.
We could be some light shining on in the gray.
There's beauty in the sadness and the agony holds grace.
There is no one else I'd rather be with stick with here in this place.
When my body tires and in the morning I don't rise,
hold me in your heart baby, everybody dies.
Hand and hand in the rain,
leaning on each other is our comfort for the pain.
In this unforgiving world that grows stranger by the day,
we could be some light shining on in the gray.
Hand and hand in the rain,
leaning on each other is our comfort for the pain.
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Wrapped In Retrograde
Its late October, I'm a month sober.
It feels so dirty getting clean.
Without the pain would I even be the same?
I guess I only have myself to blame.
The planets have aligned and
they're reaching down for me.
I'm wrapped up in retrograde and not
the man I wanna be.
I been hanging out in places where the
people have empty faces.
I don't know if I'm coming home again.
Look in my coat pocket, there's a poem
and a locket and a note I wrote just for you.
There is one thing i know, I'm a soul of discontent.
Every law I've broken and every rule's been bent.
I've done me some wrong and on that I do lament,
all that wasted time it could have been better spent.
I been hanging out in places where the
people have empty faces.
I don't know if I'm coming home again.
Look in my coat pocket, there's a poem
and a locket and a note I wrote just for you.
The planets have aligned and
they're reaching down for me.
I'm wrapped up in retrograde and not
the man I wanna be.
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Cory Dupuis
"Adirondack based songwriter and gutter poet Cory Dupuis writes songs that weave the winding roads of addiction, recovery, and stream of conscious musings into emotive and reflective Americana narratives. Dupuis is as honest as they come, not afraid to share the shortcomings and tribulations of a hard lived life. " ... more
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