Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Low, artist - Sound of Rum.
Date of issue: 30.11.2012
Song language: English
So Low |
Obsessed with the carnivalesque and the grotesque |
Then I stand on stage and talk the truth like I know best |
It’s hopeless |
I try and take slow breaths |
Some nights I get so wrecked |
I’m destroying what I’m supposed to be employing |
I know it ain’t right but I keep on doing it |
Is it pursuing me or is it me that is pursuing it? |
Move with the fluidity or momentary stupidity |
The slow and steady was killing me |
World was too slow |
Now it’s too rapid like the bits in the films |
When the canoe turns the corner and you see through the hills |
Falling water |
Have our heroes been killed? |
We ride to our home-grown slaughter on the boats that we built |
Some folks are hoping we will |
Be lying broken and still |
At the foot of them peaks we dared scaling |
I’m scared, but look |
Failing’s not an option |
That’s what sets me apart |
My inner city is foul |
But in the slum is a heart |
That wants more |
Those that strive for light |
Are often those most attracted to the dark of the night |
Sometimes all I wanna do is just start up a fight |
But I don’t |
I drink wine by the pint and go home |
With a conscience that bites and cold bones |
Head keeps thumping |
Saying punch me, kiss me |
Make me feel something |
Cos tonight |
I feel like I don’t feel nothing |
And the way that I am living is disgusting |
Fortitude, humility, stability, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
Given all the things that I know |
You reap what you sow |
Temperence, humility, stability, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
I’m like the dregs in the bottle |
The city’s drinking me slow |
And the city the city the city |
I’m from a city where bodies get hacked up and hidden in suitcases |
Where tramps lick grease off of the newspapers |
That used to hold chips |
And I’m sure that beauty exists |
But I look around and I see concrete raising our kids |
I’m from a city where sex sells and bodies sell sex |
Drunks slump in stairwells and retch |
And yes everybody’s sheltering a hidden complex |
No rest for the wicked cos the wicked don’t rest |
We’re just vessels though |
Carrying a very precious cargo |
You need to keep watertight |
Weather the storms |
Make sure we’re moving on a relevant course |
Make sure you’re shipshape and that you’re keeping what’s stored |
Safe and sound |
It ain’t mine |
It was given me |
All I’m trying to do is deliver the goods |
And reach that final destination I am sailing towards |
I only unload my cargo in the safest of ports |
In the city it’s hard though |
Everything is so surface |
So superficial, so fake, so belittling |
Try and have the confidence to learn to do a different thing |
Gets to me bad |
That’s why I leave the stage, hit the drinks |
We purge to pollute |
Purify to make filthy |
I know that I’m good cos when I’m bad I feel guilty |
Outside the pub with a mouthful of blood |
Thinking all I really need is someone to love |
To look forward to |
Temperance, discipline, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
Given all the things that I know |
You reap what you sow |
Temperence, humility, stability, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
I’m like the dregs in the bottle |
The city’s drinking me slow |
Outside the pub |
Mouthful of blood |
Thinking all I really need is someone to love |
Outside the pub |
Mouthful of blood |
Thinking all I really need |
Fortitude, stability, humility, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
Given all the things that I know |
You reap what you sow |
Temperence, honesty, stability, self-control |
These are the qualities I want from my soul |
How come I keep sinking so low? |
I’m like the dregs in the bottle |
The dregs |
The dregs in the bottle |
The dregs |