~~~ LYRICS ~~~
We didn't ask to be placed here.
We owe them nothing.
Gave us a name and a face here.
They'll tell you that it's better than nothing.
It's not better than nothing...

When it would've been better to have never been.
But it's too late now,
So thank fucking God we've got each other.

Don't tell us to save the world now,
Or to make things better.
We inherited a freak show
And an itchy sweater
With a promise for warmer weather...

It would've been better to have never been
But it's too late now,
So thank fucking God it won't last forever.

When you don't know what you want,
But you know it's not whatever they got.
You just grit your teeth and walk
And pray to God it'll work itself out.

~~~ CHORDS ~~~
Intro
Ebmaj7 - Fm7 - Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5

Verse
(Cm7 - Cm7 - Gm7 - Dbmaj7) x2 ... Dm7b5

Chorus
(Ebmaj7 - Fm7) x3 ... F7

Bridge
Cm7 - Gm7 - Gbmaj7 - Gm7b5 - Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5

Outro
Ebmaj7 - Fm7 - Dbmaj7 - Dm7b5
Ebmaj7 - Fm7 - F7 ... Ebmaj7

Better To Have Never Been

Juan Harmon's re-composition of the Wolf-Clan's ceremonial Delaware-Nanticoke Skeleton Dance, based on the ethnomusicologic research of James Howard (Oklahoma State University) and transcriptions from Charlotte Heth ( University of California), Sandra Wilbur based on a tape by Freddie Washington (Delaware ritualist of Wann, Oklahoma).

Howard, James H. “The Nanticoke-Delaware Skeleton Dance.” American Indian Quarterly, vol. 2, no. 1, 1975, pp. 1–13. JSTOR,

Written, Sung, and Performed by Juan Harmon:
Octave Mandolin (bowed and strummed)
Accordion 
Drums and Percussion
Piano
Logic Pro X

calling you

Rework of "My Country Tis of Thee"

a little ice 
is in my eyes 
upon a time
an a orchard dies
ash in snow 
the story that you know
oh we go 
and clear out for the grow

set they ass on a cripple crop
read sullivan in a calvary song
draggin hectors/hectares 
as the hundreds crept
all my family on the /ɹɛzəˈɹɛkt/

a little less

this world a smoke-of meanwhile’s out of time
oklahoma oh Palestine

...christ...
to be alive
a river in my eyes
to be alive

pair of dice and the six fall through
the margins of your prophets due soon
oh my brother on your gambling cross
on our mother do you map the lots
cost of freedom 
fuck a homers proof
all this freedom 
you let the dealer choose

the song you sing let freedom jing a ling 
on your coins man 
you still save your kings

calling you

juan/.

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