Arigato-pak with artwork by Sara Crall, screen-printed by Wing Club.
Includes unlimited streaming of In the Heart of the City
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Limited Edition Cassette
Cassette + Digital Album
Limited Edition homespun cassettes with artwork by Sara Crall.
Includes unlimited streaming of In the Heart of the City
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
I set out on the Northern road not knowing what I'd find
I figured I'd run into something somewhere down the line
but everywhere I go I'd see the same old face look back
Later in the evening when I thought about something somehow I'd lose track
It's like there's a space in the night when the light goes click clack then turns black
In the morning when you wake up there's a note and a bottle and a one way ticket back
And to live in this world is to be a sufferer
I've heard it said so many times before
To live in this world is to be a sufferer
but nobody believes it any more
I once was offered riches that I knew I couldn't spend
Living like a miser with the front door locked and my mind around the bend
Oh can't you see that I've got one chance left to live
The singer in the room with the wind blowing in and a gift he couldn't give
Oh won't you leave me one last note before you leave
I'm getting stiff like crystals in the window of the kitchen when they freeze
And to live in this world is to be a sufferer
That's no man's lie it's written in the dirt
To live in this world is to be a sufferer
You can't run away from everything that hurts
And when you called me on the phone and said the world we knew was dying
I coughed a little then I wiped my eye
'Cause I've been gone so long, I've been riding on the lion
Now I don't even have time to wonder why
Out in the country there's a candle in the window and a soup in every pot
They light a fire in the stove when it's cold and go swimming when it's hot
And I tried to drive to find it but somehow I got turned back
It was a ghost who gave me bad directions when the night was dirty and black
In every moment there's a hole you could fall in
All of a sudden you're sinking down to the hollow place within
And to live in this world is to be a sufferer
I tell the truth don't ask me how I know
To live in this world is to be a sufferer
So hold me as the moon goes soft and low
