Reading love letters
Framing the hate mail
Smiling at the wall
Counting twists in my tale
Every trophy raised
Earned by an epic fail
Back into the storm
I brace as I set sail
Hearing kind words
Remembering the doubt
Shaking my head at all the things I figured out
One moment "in"
Costs a thousand moments "out"
I run up to the hurricane
Hands up for the final bout
Separating truth from fiction
The black strands in my hands
I pulled from my soul's friction
They call me 8 this time
But tomorrow when I wake up
I'll be #9
Always
Every day
I'm open
Every way
Just knock
And I'll let you in
Just in time for the good part
So it begins...
Taking every compliment
Tattooing every cheap shot
Nodding at the writing on my arm
I never forgot
Everything comes from giving everything I've got
I'm headed to the top
Like it or not
Separating truth from fiction
The black strands in my hands
I pulled from my soul's friction
They call me 8 this time
But tomorrow when I wake up
I'll be #9
Always
Every day
I'm open
Every way
Just knock
And I'll let you in
Just in time for the good part
So it begins...
Even though the journey gets hot
I'll be grinning as I take the shots
Self-inflicted of course
They're not enough
To throw me off course
You are me truth
No matter what I'm going through
I swear
I'm always here for you
I'm A-OK
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019