Live at Alchemia, Krakow, Poland June 23, 2023
Tag: myssouri
Last Year’s Man
When Broom of Fire is completed this year, this song will be included.
Elijah
Well I woke up this morning, clear as a bell I believe I was dreaming at the edge of a wishing well I was casting a line but some were casting spells Hocked down a black spittoon to pit you against yourself Y’all sing along got a song for you children in hell Some ye hung among fork a tongue since they learn how to tell A truer word through a cloak aint never been spoken Crows joke and peck at your scaffold and laugh while you’re choking Elijah! Elijah! The child says to me you know this way leads to dust it’s my destiny to say to you it must It behooves you friend to know why the wind is blowing Tonight in the light lies all idea of knowing Elijah! Elijah! Woe unto him who been workin in the dark And hearken to the beat of a beast with a certain mark These crows did depose me down in the mud While a mosquito rose and showed me mine own blood Elijah! Elijah! Well doesn’t nobody out there care I can barely bear it The meek’ll wonder what it’s worth, what they inherit It’s a mystery built in the dust of the tome on the shelf It’s like history repeating itself It’s like history repeating itself
Music and lyrics by Michael Bradley Copyright ©2022 FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)
The Eyes of Others
Hello to all, I wish you well wherever you are. I don't post much but I plan to change that. Here is a nice email I thought I'd share. MB
Hi,
The Eyes of Others by Myssouri
If I sit absolutely still will I vanish from sight?
How can I make my killing in broad daylight?
Crawling through this crowded world, well I’m surrounded and smothered
How can I win back my life from the eyes of others?
From the eyes, from the eyes of others
On the face of a smirking child am I judged and tried?
And it’s like watching my grave defiled, defiled before I’ve died, before I’ve died
Am I Cain? Am I unable? Unable to love my brother?
Have I been branded? Stained? Stamped? Labeled? In the eyes of others?
In the eyes, in the eyes of others
In a dirty bathroom, in a dirty mirror
I wipe it with my sleeve to see it clearer
But I get lost in the threshold between myself and another
And I awaken a smeared spectacle beneath my mother!
My mother! My mother! My mother!
In the eyes!
Lyrics by Michael Bradley
Copyright©2003 FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)
Myssouri: Catalog of Woes (2002)
The Standard Is Poor
Hello! I’m happy to announce I’ll be playing a show somewhere in Budapest in early December. Details on that to come. Meanwhile, here’s a new original from the forthcoming album. Rough draft. Feedback welcome. Well, maybe. 🙂