Introvert - Hangman's Son Live Video + Lyrics

in #music7 years ago (edited)

Hello, everyone!

Hangman's Son is one of the first songs I finished for my newest album, "A Graveyard, A Garden." The song is an attempt to reconcile the feelings I had about my own father's absence and my mind's insistence that I'd end up like him. You can read the lyrics below, and check out the live performance on Youtube. I wanted to get it on D.tube, but I can't get it to upload.

I've got an open sore. I'm bleeding on my bedsheets,
folding conviction to somehow make the ends meet.
There's no point in sleep; it's fluttering and brief.
Lately, she's sick of counting dead sheep, and I see
that look you get when you think that it's my last breath.
You've met death. You wear each encounter like a cheap dress.
It's not your fault that the questions still itch my skin,
and I pick at the scabs that I hope to find the answers in.
They never come. I'm left to waste away
into no more than a bag of bones, words I wouldn't say.
I chase my dreams with medicine. I'll be okay one day.
There was a storm that shook the house-- didn't hear a thing.
I smiled as you rested your head on my breast.
Nature was a whisper drowned out by your soft breath,
and as your fingertips tip toed across my chest,
I promised I'd tell you everything I laid to rest.

To every man whose ever met his maker,
every sunrise is a sunset begging for an anchor.
I've been brought to the gallows. Can't run from it.
Tried to tie the noose, but I couldn't get the hang of it.
To every man whose ever met his maker,
every sunrise is a sunset begging for an anchor.
I've been brought to the gallows. Can't run from it.
Tried to tie the noose, but I couldn't get the hang of it.

I try to keep it simple without losing the meaning.
Try to keep the peace without keeping all the piece.
Could create a photograph of lessons that I learned,
but I refuse to paint a picture, rather say a thousand words.
I learned to retract everything I might of ever said,
learned the roles, played the parts, lied in someone else bed.
I was never meant to be who I always said I was
I dotted the last i with a drop of my own blood, and
finished the t with the line I swore I'd never cross,
found myself stuck in a paradise I never lost.
The devil never played a trick. This hell has always been my home.
Any means to meet my ends. revenge is such a somber tone.
I lied until the white turned black,
and I crucified myself on the fingers I crossed behind my back.
I could never ask forgiveness for the things that I have done.
I was born swinging. I'm the hangman's son.

To every man whose ever met his maker,
every sunrise is a sunset begging for an anchor.
I've been brought to the gallows. Can't run from it.
Tried to tie the noose, but I couldn't get the hang of it.
To every man whose ever met his maker,
every sunrise is a sunset begging for an anchor.
I've been brought to the gallows. Can't run from it.
Tried to tie the noose, but I couldn't get the hang of it.

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BIG TUNE! When I heard "My name is Introvert, I got one more for ya", I was thinking Dope! another one. Then it cut..

Thank you for the kind words. I’ve been meaning to post the other videos, but I’ve been extremely slow. Keep your eyes out for two more.

Just a head up, Scuzzy. I posted another video, if you're interested in watching.

You're amazing. Keep up the good work! :)