Eat My Soul

god.knows.where.[boulder?].mid.1980s

my first midlife crisis, i was 26-ish, convinced i was washed up [maybe that was true]...i so desperately wanted to be van morrison or robbie robertson or keith richards... or some combo [with a fake jamaican patois]...and i was trying to write like that... and thus... this song... recorded with little women

it has been very popular on the funeral circuit... a niche i should have paid more attention to... weirdly, for me... it proves that you can grow into songs... maybe have no idea what something is about when you're writing it... then years later it's an 'oh duh' moment... and it reminds me of so many people i really miss...

Mama taught me how to smile
Papa taught me how to walk a mile
For a camel, before the jackals
Pick my bones

My salvation and my rebirth
You're my damnation, baby, you're my curse
Bleed me baby, lick the bowl and
Eat my soul

My soul, my soul
My fate lies in the dice you roll
You and Jesus set my table and
Eat my soul

You're bathing in your holiness
Drowning in your distress
Don't you know it's bad for business
As business goes
You let it go

Raise your conscience, raise your head
You raise your children like you raise the dead
There's no need for conversation
It's been said

Burn your bridges, screw the toll
The road you travel is the road you own
It's your picnic and it's your casket
Yours alone

Mama taught me how to smile
Papa taught me how to walk a mile
For a camel, before the jackals
Pick my bones

My soul, my soul
The queen is dead and heads will roll
You and Jesus set my table and
Eat my soul