shh; be still! Did you hear that tiny sigh - Scraping the sinew, Escaping its vessel through the air Right to you? Did you get a chill just now? When you realized these beady eyes were trained on you; What did you do? Oops, you went and made a monster! Moldering, brackish thoughts unspoken, Swallowed all the gall, but the words made you choke, then You were making me. You were making me. Tendons strung from bone to bone. You were tender & stung & might not have known That you were making me. You were making me.
Your fear got restless and you gave it legs. Now a new life rises from that pile of dregs. You made me from your poison doubts; Now I’m out! And I’m gonna walk about.
Keep still! You’ll get used to these binds. Why all the struggle? You were the one who made me so strong. Don’t you think it’s kind of strange? Now you realize that your thoughts can become things and grow fangs, and Yes, that’s how you make a monster. A hulking Form from an ugly place. Prodded and scorned into a wizened face; You were making me. You were making me. Refusing to say the truth would kinda fight you . Now you should be afraid: What you made is gonna bite you, You were making me. You were making me.
You made this heart the shadow of your own. Resentful hands shaped every hateful bone. You made me, and I have no doubt: Now that I’m out... Well, I’m gonna walk about.
--------------- “Stroll On” -------------
I want to travel where the sunset meets the land, Make the buzzards fly with thunder from my hand. I’ll give a friendly wink, with kindness smile wide, But when you look too long, you’ll see there’s none inside. And I’ll stroll on. I’ll turn you to a ghost town, then I’m gone.
I’ll spend my days accounting, though no man can count so high, With more grudges than there are stars in the sky. But I’ll mold them lovingly, toss them, watch them all take wing, and I’ll revel in the pestilence they bring. Still, there will come a day when this old husk will sweep the floor, WHEN The pocket watch inside me stops and I can’t walk no more... Then I’ll summon up the memory of when you did me wrong, And that little piece of hurt will spur me on. And I’ll stroll on. I’ll turn you to a ghost town, then I’m gone.
Keen Garrity is a songwriter/producer with deep country music roots making storybook pop-rock. This Knoxville, Tennessee native's songs comfortably blend the weird and the woeful.
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