Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Low , by - Sound of Rum. Release date: 30.11.2012
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Low , by - Sound of Rum. 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 |
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| Breakthrough | 2011 |
| End Times | 2009 |
| Rumba | 2011 |
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