Good for nothing

I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing

Loose lips are bound to sink ships
And many times I've watched my own self drown
Clinging fast to my lucidity
Like a life raft that's always sinking down

One big drink and then another
Pull my head down far beneath the waves
Where I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewels
From the drowning men I've saved

I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing

Black crows break and scatter wide
The buckshot blast soaring out of sight
Clouds of heat and dust that rise up from the ground
On a slow and gasping flight

I'm bound to think about my brother
When August sucks the colors from the air
And Kudzu vines make tangled monsters
Of the trees where we first learned to play fair




Forgive and forget are words that never slid across my tongue
Revenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I was young
Put the toys back in their boxes
Let me tear the ribbons off them just once more
Inside my little box of bones a ray of light shines
Where I'm slowly keeping score

I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not
From some field of flowers
Sung by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing
I have been good for nothing

late night blues

late night blues

the growlers ~ wet dreams






I haven't had the guts no I haven't had the balls
To tell you all about the thoughts I can't keep out
Don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna fall asleep
But I've been running out of ways to kill all of these sheep
She's been cumming in my head and there's a devil in our bed
I can not keep her concealed and I can't shake that she ain't real
She tells me that you're dead or that you just picked up and left
And knowing that she lies doesn't dull her piercing eyes
When the moon has come and left
She's still fucking with my head
Dragging me into bed and never letting me forget
As my consciousness slips I fall into her grip
We drink the devil's blood inducing psychedelic trips
She's got ocean in her hips and liños in her lips
And when you're lying in my arms she's still tugging on my dick
Wet dreams
It's not easy coming clean but my urges can not wean
I used to fight but now I fiend
Wet dreams....