WORRY & TROUBLE

Ain’t no moon tonight just that high lonesome wind
Rustling through the no money trees                        
Kind of makes your frontal lobe twitch all night long
You got to put your dog to sleep restless in her suffering  
You can’t shake them barking dreams
This ain’t amazing grace 
It’s nothing but trouble, worry and trouble yeah

In your shoes you find them stinging scorpions 
Roaches in the wall sing in harmonies 
Boy your story did not wind up great so you learned your prayers
Trolling round your trailer, I was the cartoon trombone player 
Like I was the man of your dreams   
Tattoos across my face
But I was nothing but trouble, worry and trouble yeah

First the plague comes then the hordes and gangs appear
Way beyond our old god’s expertise 
Try and go for the solar plexus, a snow globe to the head
The perils of the world keep us from even one dark kiss
So much for our sunny dreams
All that has been replaced
With nothing but trouble, worry and trouble yeah

(c) Impermanent Music 2023 || David: guitar, piano, vocals, backing vocals

SPOILER—THIS SONG IS ABOUT: A guy who, sadly, knows he’s bad news—amid dying dogs, trailer parks, bad tattoos and the end of the world.