Cold Lessons from Cinema (album) by Sunhouse Branch

I am weaker than I thought, I'm despicable in my way. My feet on sand, I can be bought --a whore for pennies, curds and whey. This the hour to stand tall, I sit and watch beside the fray, and when the dust and blood is done, I grimace but slink away. It's not that I know not the choice were I a man I should've made, but simply I ignored the word --slipped inch by inch astray. CH: All my warmth comes from the sun, the fire that my sweetness tends, the food we grow, the love we make, the blood I promised to defend. I am fraught with petty doubt, I let fear decide the day. Panic fills my every step, each honor I betray. How did I become this wretch: how did I become this way? Would my missteps would be undone, my heart embrace that day....

• Rock
• acoustic rock
• blues rock
• jazz-rock
• scat singing
• singer-songwriter
• Portland