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I hate the world ’cause the world hates me...
Nighttimes in the summer used to be money in the bank
But the horse I’m riding this year is feelin’ pretty rank
Barely got a dollar to shove into my jeans
And the only thing I’m saving is last night’ pork ‘n beans
Prayin’ for the sunshine but I'm bracing for the clouds
Fearin’ to be lonely but I hate the crowds
I could be a big shot if I get my lucky break
But if history is a road map I’ll never find that interstate
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
Dug a hole, tried to bury me
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
I sure could use some lovin’,… to fade them blues away
Growin’ up was different, well maybe not at all
Always felt the devil was out to break my balls
So I carried out some whoop-ass and I finally felt alive
‘till they sent me up the river for a double stretch of fives
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
Dug a hole, tried to bury me
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
I sure could use some lovin’,… to fade them blues away
Despite the streak of darkness I think my time has come
For platinum covered rainbows and long days in the sun
Think I’ll pour a drink now and toast those days ahead
And finally toss the notion that I’m better being dead
I can see the riches, the cocktails on the beach
I see it as repayment for years of stubborn grief
But no sooner do I see those dreams I see them wash away
I see the sheriff; sum bitch is walkin’ my way
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
Dug a hole, tried to bury me
I hate the world ’cause the world hates me
I sure could use some lovin’
I sure could use some lovin’
I sure could use some lovin’,… to fade them blues away
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2020 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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Scarlett Ginger
02:16
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Amy
03:12
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Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone care what’s torturing Amy?
All 24 she’s narrow and grim
Stepping with fear, but dying with purpose
Silently rejecting chaotic surroundings
The graveyard shouts her name
Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone care what’s torturing Amy?
Dominic drove her out of the rain
With buckets full of fractured remainders
He wonders when she’ll start finding answers
The ethics of longing
Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone care what’s torturing Amy?
She was last seen dancing with spirits
Trembling slowly and vibrating her hips
Into the fires her mind’s like a circus
Is sanity worth saving when it’s never home?
Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone care what’s torturing Amy?
Don’t look now
The serpent evolves
Save your prayers
She’ll never take your hand
Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone care what’s torturing Amy?
Does anyone know what’s torturing Amy?
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2020 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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Baby J
02:12
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Nobody told me you were a loser
I had to find out for myself
I’m going to haunt you from Hades
Simply because you’re an asshole
Simply because I call you asshole
Nobody told me I’d love you
I had to find out for myself
I’m going to haunt you from Hades
Simply because you’re an asshole
Simply because I call you asshole
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried
But you’re an asshole
I still call you asshole
Nobody told me I’d hate you
I had to find out for myself
I’m going to haunt you from Hades
Simply because you’re an asshole
Simply because I call you asshole
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried
But you’re an asshole
I still call you asshole
Nobody said shit about you
I had to find out for myself
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2022 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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I Fly Away
04:57
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I’m standing on the spot
where your tears fell to the ground
comprehension never comes
and memories never fade
the echo of your cry
still rattles in my head
innocence will never
make us bullet proof
So I fly away
I fly away
I fly away
the story of the times
a dissertation on fear
but acceptance is surrender
to those who feed on hate
I still feel the pain
pulsing through your side
and the blood that stained my hands
tattoos me as helpless
so I fly away…/ 'cause I’m so helpless
‘cause I’m so helpless… / I fly away
I fly away…/ 'cause I’m so helpless
‘cause I’m so helpless… / I fly away
I fly away
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2015 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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She Loved Her Whiskey
03:59
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I once loved a woman
I once called her mine
But she loved her whiskey
And cocaine and wine
She went to parties upside down
Dressing to undress the crowd
Oh but if angels could fly so high
She might still be mine
I once loved a woman
I once called her mine
But she loved her whiskey
And cocaine and wine
Sunshine and honey they had their time
when wandering eyes received a smile
But for the will of one broken guy
She might still be mine
I once loved a woman
I once called her mine
But she loved her whiskey
And cocaine and wine
A wanton woman of both sorrow and spice
That persistent friction that sculpted her life
I once loved a woman
I once called her mine
But she loved her whiskey
And cocaine and wine
The stress of the battle that she held within
Heavenly light against a dark vim
Oh if the river hadn’t run so wild
She might still be mine
I once loved a woman
I once called her mine
But she loved her whiskey
And cocaine and wine
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2020 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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Lonely in Manhattan
04:16
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It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Guess I wasn’t born to fit in
Thousand people on the subway
Curvy women sweet as honey
Dodge my eyes as they rub me
But nothing makes them want to love me
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Guess I wasn’t born to fit in
Million people stressed and lonely
Getting laid even if they’re homely
I got some money and I’m funny
But no one wants to wanna fuck me
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Guess I wasn’t born to fit in
On a journey through the grasslands
Stables, zoo and happy trash men
Can’t meet eyes without a dagger
The city life hijacked my swagger
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Guess I wasn’t born to fit in
Concrete buildings scrape the skyline
I’m just a shadow on the highline
The homeless man who’s got the passion
Conjures love from all who pass him
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Guess I wasn’t born to fit in
Perhaps it’s time to toss the apple
Trade it for the land of scrapple
Say farewell to all who knew me
Just a slimy landlord and his fuckin’ stoolie
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Even with a pot to shit in
It’s so lonely
It’s so lonely
It’s so lonely
It’s so lonely
It’s so lonely in Manhattan
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2020 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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The Cold Wind
02:19
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You hanged love as though it murdered your father
Despite forgiveness from the valentine of death
Beside wrinkles worn from pain you only saw shadows
Then joy that followed felt hollow yet strong
Semblance of stupor crippled the future
Then it was London and blackness and riches
Your story was whispered by strangers and wisemen
Searching the world was the long way ‘round
The answers shared your journey and returned with your blindness
Death sought an answer, life sought a breather
Courage was lonely, but courage was wise
Courage was courage
Courage defines you, courage defines you
Raindrop of sorrow
Sunshine of sorrow
The cold wind rustles up the leaves where you once lived
Words & Music by John Banrock
Copyright © 2020 Banrock Music
All Rights Reserved
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