Indigo Ink

from by Graham Smith

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Sorry I just keep giving stories about previous names... it's become apparent that naming has been a conundrum w/r/t this album's development. Gonna unpack that.

Oh yeah this song was called "No Particular Order." I don't think it's apparent why anymore, or maybe it's all too apparent...

lyrics

Lay on the ground, face down
Say “Hey sister...”
In a stage whisper

And it bums me out
Thumbs down
You’re running from the Rubber Rose
It’s funny how far the summer goes
To show you God only knows
The things you think
You bought new clothes
But still you stink of

Black whiskey
White wine and
Indigo ink.

And now you think
That the friends you’ve come to depend on
Are letting you sink
Like a stone
But oh no! Baby pick up the phone
And be driven to drinks

You can sing the body electric
Until midnight becomes eclectic
Then you better get right with God
Or sit tight!
Is this a holy synod or a fistfight?

Time out of mind--Rewind!
I never heard it like this before
That other shit is piss poor
But it’s a fine line
Between the devil and the divine--

But we all got our rows to hoe
Sosostris says she’ll bring the horoscope
Gotta be safe, dontcha know?

And so you sold your soul
Now you’re colder than an overdose
You’re like comatose
But it’s just a semicolon in your bio;
Why oh why do you hide in your hole?
Are you scared of your shadow?

That old thing? That’s just Hey Ma,
I used to get it in Ohio

My oh my! The sky’s so bright
But I can see every little thing
So we lie in the light
And I try to fight you
When it gets time to get going
But she gives me

Cheap whiskey
White lies and
Indigo ink.

credits

from Accept the Mystery, released March 7, 2010
Graham Smith

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