St. Augustine from POST-WELL by MT. CYANIDE
Tracklist
| 1. | St. Augustine | 2:26 |
Lyrics
(Sleep's) deserting me again, it's okay, I hardly need it
Lay the cards out, to hear the message, I receive it
Soaking up an excess of Florida sun
Having all the fun, I feel my race is won
(Explore) the gauntlet of St Augustine's fortress
Tactical asset, colonial powers fought for it
Crack open a roadie, IPA, a golden oldie
Nothing can bring me down, I remember what you told me
Get me on the plane, loaded with an extra bag
Full of random souvenirs I felt I needed to have
(Settle) down on home shores, and still the mind swirls
(Out) exploring the map, it's a Link between worlds
(Try to) catch up on rest, and see visions of swimming
With my rose of the past, and the auburn-haired woman
Go visit the doc, make unrealistic demands
In a matter of weeks, they'll take it out of my hands
Tilde day I die, will question what I saw
In 2006, Catalonia shores
Three stars, seven others, masc & feminine signs
Absinth added to an already loosening mind
Sketching out an outline, recalling the past
Tell a version of the story to a podcast
Whiskey, coffee & psychosis, in my black wizard's cloak
This bent life is bending, the daemon awoke
Florida and back again, didn't help it to settle
Stay out of my way, I'm going pedal to the metal
"You need to be in hospital" at first I concurred
They found me a bed, I said "nah, that's absurd,
"I know who I am, don't care how it seems
If you want me to go, send a fucking S.W.A.T. team"
The very next day, they turned up in their numbers
Policeman on the spectrum, convinced me to surrender
But when you know the system and appeal your section
(You're) soon free to head off in the wrong direction
Out with capacity to make bad choices
The agent of chaos with three dozen voices
