Lyrics Alcoholic Author - Jehst

Alcoholic Author

«I'll tell you what I want… I want something now
This is the life like I left, you know what I mean?»
Like Bukowski the alcoholic author
Son of the devil, I’ll turn wine into water
My physical form’s a metaphor for disorder
Absorb the trauma, my status is borderline
And I am short of time, sure to find my keeper
Alive within reach of the reaper
The light sleeper, drifts deeper into darkness
Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather’s
Born after the last generation of gypsies
Moved from the sticks to the cities
Give me 26 characters for home sick travellers
Bi-centennial men, hunter gatherers
Who run with the scavengers and brave the dangers
My tongue a labyrinth in this maze of pages
Playin' David, I stand defiant to the last dying giant
The android man, I walk silent and talk science
The child who sought guidance
The war cry echoes through these blood-stained empires
«A man of many premonitions»
Jehst!
«Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland»
«Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods
Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock»
«A man of many premonitions»
Jehst!
«Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland»
«Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods»
«Speaking in barbed wire tongues»
Fascinated by the fire like a child try’na touch the flame
I seek change like a busker, but things stay much the same
Cut the weather vein, I hear blood water
Tapping out the lord’s morse code on my window pane
I rain dance 'till the harvest comes
Brave hearts keep beating to the hardest drums
Bastard sons are lost God’s long forgotton
Monolithic heads on this island gone rotten
On top of the world or on the bottom of the food chain
We stay the same but our fears take a new name
We’re all players so place your bets
You made your bed — lay in it and pray for the best
Death’s door stays open to all without prejudice
I’m the fifth element at war with my nemesis
Brain storm genesis, this is the start
My whole world’s overcast so I live in the dark
I adapt now my vision is sharp
Go home to my house made of glass and throw stones for a laugh
The favourite that came in last
I clutch at straws and I’m cut by a blade of grass
I’ve done enough for you, you’ve done nothing for me
I’m puffing the tree, the bloodshed you’re rushing to see
«Look we gotta hold ourselves together… we got to
See man if we go to pieces somebody out there’s gonna get us»
«Latest sports news off the street, boppers
Our friend’s are on second base and trying to make it all the way home
But the inside word is that the odds are against them
Stay tuned, boppers, stay tuned»