Shawn Sage: Hear Music!

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Produced by Mitch Girio & Shawn Sage. Mixed & Engineered by Mitch Girio. Mastered by Richard G. Benoit @ Circus Tricks, Toronto. Mitch on bass. Tracy Jones on electic guitars. Taylor Knox on drums. Mike Van Steinburg on floor tom. Shawn on lead vocals, acoustic and electric guitar, and harmoncia.

Kurt Cobain

The party’s been left for dead,
A couch to myself
I’m high on some ugly drugs,
Just riding it out
Though I’m in need of help,
Don’t bother with prayer
‘Cause even if there’s a God,
Why should he care?

Some biker on ecstasy
Keeps calling me ‘bud’
The girls all got bedroom eyes
But they’re shot up with blood
The dope fiends down the hall
Keep barking commands
I’d rather not spend the night
But, I’m too sick to stand

And the stench of these nights makes it hard to sleep
With the roaches and rats secrets to keep
And I’m down in the dumps, but still holding on
There’s enough window in this room to see the dawn
Where did you sleep last night?
Like a ghost you are so white
Man, I almost caught that train
To meet Kurt Cobain

Hellhound’s been on my trail
Now he’s just like a pet
The fog in my memory
Can’t cloud the regret
I’m totally fucked up,
But I’m mostly alright
Ain’t got nothin’ that alcohol
Can’t cure for a night

And the sky’s broken bones rain down constantly
As the fields of barbed wire are ploughed dutifully
Army ants scream the songs in the workday time
Punch the clock, play your part, in some corporate crime
And, all apologies,
But you wont’ catch me on my knees
I’m just waitin’ on that train
To meet Kurt Cobain
The party’s been left for dead,
A couch to myself
I’m high on some ugly drugs,
Just riding it out
Though I’m in need of help,
Don’t bother with prayer
‘Cause even if there’s a God,
Why should he care?