Mourning's Mine

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Mourning’s Mine - Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager

I sat beside my brother and hot candle light.
Flickering beacons light the hallways of our house;
passing light into rooms, casting shadows grim and gloom.
I sat beside my brother and the cowering dog.
Rolling thunder hanging over the yard.
As branches turn to broken arms,
I felt the shaking Earth leave worms to churn.
The storm shook the Earth so strong,
it tipped the house and blew the candles out.
He left me idle in the dark.

Even in my darkest hour. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I won’t let the sweet turn sour. (Wait it out until the morning).
Even in my darkest days. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I will still be listening and learning.
Even in my darkest days, I will still be listening.

I stagger like the undead with a blackened brain.
With a conscience so obnoxious I start over and over again.
So not to permit regret and not to omit success.
He left me idle in the dark.

Even in my darkest hour. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I won’t let the sweet turn sour. (Wait it out until the morning).
Even in my darkest days. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I will still be listening and learning.
Even in my darkest days, I will still be listening.

I’m working it out. I’m finding my figure.
Beneath rubble I have doubt.
Goose bumps precede the shiver.
I thought you had left me.

I’m making light of the subject,
while making light from striking flint.
I making life without regret.
I’m making life with a conscience.
I left my fears in the basement.

Flickering beacons light the hallways of our house;
passing light into rooms, casting shadows grim and gloom.

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from Caged Love EP, released June 19, 2012

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