Memoirs of My Father's Son

by Jim Vest

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released July 9, 2016

Produced by Neil Tuuri of Amish Electric Chair Studios

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Track Name: Memoirs of My Father's Son
He offers you a pardon gift, all wrapped in cellophane.
Then, leaves you here to frolic in the foothills of your brain.
Digging through the rubble, trying to make myself a bed.
Here it goes again, it's time to start the mourning right in my head.

When you wake up from your slumber, and your toughest battle's won. The things you swore you'd never do, are exactly what you've done.
I promised to my mother, not to be like my old man.
But here it goes again, it's time to start the mourning right in my head.

I drink my self to sleep, to take away this curse. You won't be around, cause' I'm making god damn sure.

A lonely suicidal grief, is another perk of love,
as imaginary gods play live charades from up above.
My life is just a prostitute who fucks me 'till I'm dead.
Here we go again, it's time to start the mourning right in my head.
Track Name: Fine
I composed the melody, to ease your mind.
Effervescent remedy of the third kind.
So, is this what you wanted?
Or am I just that blind?
I conjure up the courage to stay secure inside my mind.

I was, if you was, holding up just fine.

Two wrongs just can't make it right, when throne is left.
Though way down low I held you higher in duress.
So, could I be the sinner or could I be a saint,
holding back on impulses to make the big mistake?

I was, if you was, holding up just fine.

I could make the sky fall, if I could find the time.
Show me where truth and love intertwine.

Is this what you wanted?
Or am I just too blind,
to conjure up the courage to stay secure inside my mind.