So Low - Sound of Rum

Obsessed with the carnivalesque and the grotesque

Then I stand on stage and talk the truth like I know best

It’s hopeless

I try and take slow breaths

Some nights I get so wrecked

I’m destroying what I’m supposed to be employing

I know it ain’t right but I keep on doing it

Is it pursuing me or is it me that is pursuing it?

Move with the fluidity or momentary stupidity

The slow and steady was killing me

World was too slow

Now it’s too rapid like the bits in the films

When the canoe turns the corner and you see through the hills

Falling water

Have our heroes been killed?

We ride to our home-grown slaughter on the boats that we built

Some folks are hoping we will

Be lying broken and still

At the foot of them peaks we dared scaling

I’m scared, but look

Failing’s not an option

That’s what sets me apart

My inner city is foul

But in the slum is a heart

That wants more

Those that strive for light

Are often those most attracted to the dark of the night

Sometimes all I wanna do is just start up a fight

But I don’t

I drink wine by the pint and go home

With a conscience that bites and cold bones

Head keeps thumping

Saying punch me, kiss me

Make me feel something

Cos tonight

I feel like I don’t feel nothing

And the way that I am living is disgusting

Fortitude, humility, stability, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

Given all the things that I know

You reap what you sow

Temperence, humility, stability, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

I’m like the dregs in the bottle

The city’s drinking me slow

And the city the city the city

I’m from a city where bodies get hacked up and hidden in suitcases

Where tramps lick grease off of the newspapers

That used to hold chips

And I’m sure that beauty exists

But I look around and I see concrete raising our kids

I’m from a city where sex sells and bodies sell sex

Drunks slump in stairwells and retch

And yes everybody’s sheltering a hidden complex

No rest for the wicked cos the wicked don’t rest

We’re just vessels though

Carrying a very precious cargo

You need to keep watertight

Weather the storms

Make sure we’re moving on a relevant course

Make sure you’re shipshape and that you’re keeping what’s stored

Safe and sound

It ain’t mine

It was given me

All I’m trying to do is deliver the goods

And reach that final destination I am sailing towards

I only unload my cargo in the safest of ports

In the city it’s hard though

Everything is so surface

So superficial, so fake, so belittling

Try and have the confidence to learn to do a different thing

Gets to me bad

That’s why I leave the stage, hit the drinks

We purge to pollute

Purify to make filthy

I know that I’m good cos when I’m bad I feel guilty

Outside the pub with a mouthful of blood

Thinking all I really need is someone to love

To look forward to

Temperance, discipline, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

Given all the things that I know

You reap what you sow

Temperence, humility, stability, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

I’m like the dregs in the bottle

The city’s drinking me slow

Outside the pub

Mouthful of blood

Thinking all I really need is someone to love

Outside the pub

Mouthful of blood

Thinking all I really need

Fortitude, stability, humility, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

Given all the things that I know

You reap what you sow

Temperence, honesty, stability, self-control

These are the qualities I want from my soul

How come I keep sinking so low?

I’m like the dregs in the bottle

The dregs

The dregs in the bottle

The dregs