Uploaded January 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Feel like getting weird a while? Some old experimentation if you're in the mood for bizarre. I kind of think of this as my musical equivalent to those times you have work or an appointment or something in the morning, something keeping kinda on edge and you drift in and out of some scattered, uneasy dreams trying to stay in there.
Just some fun really.
Maybe life itself ain't really honest
They say that this is it and nothing more
The roof, the wall, the floor
'We' is not the only word we're using
Us to us and beyond them we'll be
We be, just be
We be
They give you one to keep you dumb
Drugs ain't alright for all, but some
Keep them eye phones tuned in, keeping you numb
Save your life in a bank, end up a bum
If you wanna get somewhere, hold your tongue
Think you know better?
"You better listen me, son!
You yesterday's news you not so young
And now that you're old you face the gun"
Add one, it's two
To keep you blue
News-stream's: "Seam's split, it's time you knew
That if you seem deemed fit to continue
Then it's back on the horse til the horse pin you"
So quick, shoot through
Be the bird that flew
Be the fuse that blew
The martini too
It's not futile to restart a new?
Once you're running then you're running til your soul's run through
Down here so long I've lost all my self-respect
Same four walls day in day out, what going on in my head?
I don't belong in this space, don't recognise my own face
I still believe there is hope. At the bottom of this junk tin cup
There's a drop of gold
Over this ride, lost focus. Hard to decide what's next
I'm losing my mind, but still I'm swimming the tide
Neglected half of myself, mental and physical health
But still I dream there is hope.
At the bottom of this junk tin cup there's a drop of gold
Written and recorded by Jack Winters
Feel like getting weird a while? Some old experimentation if you're in the mood for bizarre. I kind of think of this as my musical equivalent to those times you have work or an appointment or something in the morning, something keeping kinda on edge and you drift in and out of some scattered, uneasy dreams trying to stay in there.
Just some fun really.
Maybe life itself ain't really honest
They say that this is it and nothing more
The roof, the wall, the floor
'We' is not the only word we're using
Us to us and beyond them we'll be
We be, just be
We be
They give you one to keep you dumb
Drugs ain't alright for all, but some
Keep them eye phones tuned in, keeping you numb
Save your life in a bank, end up a bum
If you wanna get somewhere, hold your tongue
Think you know better?
"You better listen me, son!
You yesterday's news you not so young
And now that you're old you face the gun"
Add one, it's two
To keep you blue
News-stream's: "Seam's split, it's time you knew
That if you seem deemed fit to continue
Then it's back on the horse til the horse pin you"
So quick, shoot through
Be the bird that flew
Be the fuse that blew
The martini too
It's not futile to restart a new?
Once you're running then you're running til your soul's run through
Down here so long I've lost all my self-respect
Same four walls day in day out, what going on in my head?
I don't belong in this space, don't recognise my own face
I still believe there is hope. At the bottom of this junk tin cup
There's a drop of gold
Over this ride, lost focus. Hard to decide what's next
I'm losing my mind, but still I'm swimming the tide
Neglected half of myself, mental and physical health
But still I dream there is hope.
At the bottom of this junk tin cup there's a drop of gold
Written and recorded by Jack Winters
