Well Ahab left,
he sank into the bottom of a cold abyss
and now I understand what he was thinking, when he was sinking I found myself repeating it earlier this evening, it went
oh I’m drowning
Lately I’ve been feeling weird as hell, maybe it is enlightenment I can’t tell, but whatever it is, I feel it burning
so color me a pessimist, but I think that it’s obvious
and clearly something is wrong when even your dog is barking woof you’re drowning
oh I’m drowning
Treading water for a few days
and I’m drifting further out of the bay and you may, come to, quicken my pace
Cold dirty and damp
I put a message in a bottle with a ten cent stamp and here's the sugar coating and I stopped floating a millennia, the shores eroding
I’m drowning
Oh yeah I’m drowning


Ahab

Do you remember when they called you the kid,
it must have been something you did,
It’s coming back to me in sequences and imagery of cold weather
Don’t hide your face,
don’t cloud your mind,
we were in the right place at the wrong time, but at least, together
It’s a little amusing,
the way that we just kind of hung around

I’m bowing out
Dust tends to collect on the mess that you left,
it must have been something you kept,
because now I don’t believe in epiphanies or true lovers,
and it’s a real good read,
yeah its masterpiece,
a little comedy, a little tragedy
but the spine is torn out and there’s no cover
and I’ll admit that it is charming,
but in the end it tends to let you down

I’m bowing out

Bowing Out

Hey little babe now don’t you weep,
It’s time for rest so now get some sleep and oh I know it’s a faithless leap.

Hey little babe, are you tied in knots
and you’ve got that bag of rocks
that you have been bringing around a lot and I”ll take it from here

Hey little babe, now don’t you cry and I know it’s been a while
yeah clear across a country mile and I’ll take it from here
hey little babe have you lost your love do you feel like giving up
hey little babe have you had enough
then I’ll take it from here yeah I’ll take it from here
cause it’s a long road to Jerusalem my dear.

Jerusalem

Howl, tell it to the moonlight let them know you’re alright, then try to get some sleep
Scream, do it until your throat bleeds
try to put some meaning in the secrets you can’t keep
Give it time
no the world ain’t going to end
pay no mind, to the cold indifference, it’s not going to make sense
but for now, just howl
Breath, give into the feeling
until your heart is leaking, from the corner of your eyes
laugh, even if it’s hurting, even if its burning as struggle beneath these tides
Give it time, no the world ain’t going to end pay no mind, to the cold indifference
so for now, just howl

Howl (feat. Francis Quinlan)

Sing me a song, something simple and upbeat,
To get me out of the house and drag me to my feet,
You once said that life was love and I won’t say you’re wrong, I will be your instrument if you will be my song.
Tell me a tale, one of romance and allure, I don’t really care if I heard it before, And in the final moments, just before the end,
We’ll skip on back to the paragraph that starts the tale again.
So please, Maeby, how’d you like to stay and just enjoy the afternoon, Tomorrow’s rain, but for now the sky is blue and every time I think of you, Life don’t seem so rough, perhaps this isn’t love but maybe it’s enough.
Place me a bet, my luck is running high,
ain’t no regret and if we lose at least we tried,
If when the night is over and our pocket’s full of holes, we’ll take the scenic route home to bypass all the tolls.
So please, Maeby, I ain’t looking for some new sense meaning,
Just an open door, an ear for my complaining and shelter when it’s raining, A drawer for all my stuff, perhaps this isn’t love but maybe it’s enough.

Please, Maeby

Mississippi

I woke up, on the banks of the Mississippi, memories, lost again
And it’s enough, to know that you don’t miss me it’s been awhile since I slept in my own bed
but I can relate,
to the feelings you hide
when you gotta escape
into the depths of your mind
and I could hurt you
if I want to
yeah I could tear a hole inside

10am, and 9 miles to center city
and 8 months, since I heard from you
a little shook up, and my tongue still taste like whiskey it’s going to be a hard time getting through

and I can relate, to the feelings you hide
when you’ve gotta escape into the depths of your mind and I could save you
if you want to
I could take away your pride

Mississippi

Long Way Down

A new song available from my new band, Rylan Brooks, New album out this November

Friend Of The Road by Rylan Brooks

Indie Country/Folk Singer-Songwriter living in Philadelphia

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