FOOLS (feat. Bailey Jones) - This is a Mess (Troye Sivan Cover)

A traditional song that I heard performed by Drybranch Firesquad at the Philadelphia Folk Festival in August 2011.   It makes a nice song to do with other players, as there is room for sharing verses and breaks.

Roving Gambler

Lyrics by Kristina Belyakova

Another throbbing silence, I don't want to roam 
I just need a person who will make my heart a home 
Tear stains on my pillow – I want them to be found 
Leave me your broken records and just burn me to the ground 

Again 

It used to feel so sacred, the space below your chin 
Your collarbone in motion with the light you felt within 
This darkness spreads around me, my scars are just a sound 
I'll bleed out my attachments, I'll burn them to the ground 

Again 

Please take me to a river, baptise me with the cold 
And in the shade of pine trees my soul is cast in gold 
Consider me as treebark, I'm old and tightly wound 
There is no peace for water, I'll burn you to the ground 

Again 

The fire it will burn me to the ground 
 
The smoke is rising northward, my clothes are weeping flame 
My face is just reflection, I'm stranded with my name 
I wish I'd made you happy, and in my mind you're crowned 
With every look you gave me you burned me to the ground

Roving Gambler

WSMONROE

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