Ryan Davis & The Roadhouse Band New Threats From The Soul
I jolted up to some new transference from a sliding door
On a sister vessel and just let it play through
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I left my true love in a West Lafayette escape room
She had the kind of smile to get a blue swine in trouble
Kind of smile to get a violent one- or two-time felon employed
My little Jessica Rabbit, my Betty Rubble, my Moki Cherry, my Peggy Bundy, my Helen of Troy
But I thought that I could make a better life with bubblegum and driftwood
Her sweet nothings were nothing more than dead sourdough
She once said that nothing could make her feel quite as loved as one early morning kiss could
But I've been up too late one too many nights, why'd I let myself let her go?
And for who, I'll never know
Right there and then, that's where they begin these
New threats from the soul
You can see the kingdom from the tailgate
If you stack a couple coolers, but you're never gonna see it from the front of the line
Well, I've seen the some of the suckers they've been letting in there
And I think that the firmament bouncer was a rock-pile buddy of mine
I will never be (never be)
Anything (anything)
Other than a caged bird swinging from a chain swing, whistlin' for my payseed
Pecking on a W9
Singing one of a kind
Love affair is
Love affair is
One of a kind
Love affair is one of a kind
And forever it goes
New threats from the soul
A new sheriff in my heart's Wild West
A slew of mismeasurements between the place where I stand and the place where I will rest
If you need me you know where to find me
North of a puddle and west of a hole
And what was once our home but is now just a house for all these
New threats from the soul
New threats from the soul
I jolted up to some new transference from a sliding door
On a sister vessel, it's hard to know sometimes
If I'm on the right course
I am scrambling to find Christ in all the places I'm told he likes
Tomorrow is a white door shining what's left of its light forth
From a life once bold and bright
And I will never be (never be)
Anything (anything)
Other than a caged bird swinging from a chain swing, whistlin' for my payseed
Spinning like a carousel ride
If up's still up and down's still down
Won't you tell me, where the hell am I?
I'm getting threats on top of threats from within
I've been bullied, bullied, bullied by parallel time
'Cause I thought that I could make a better life with bubblegum and driftwood
Turns out whatever we had was the best success I'll know
Now nothing could make me feel quite as unheard as one early morning wish could
When I'm wishing someone could quiet down these deafening threats from the soul
New threats from the soul
I was a cactus flower
I had hives and burns
Now it's a pissing competition
Between the man I am and the guy I was
Your sweet nothings are still souring the sheets on the bed
And the threads of my clothes
As I lie entrenched in my own ignorance
And drenched
From my head to my toes
In new threats from the soul
New questions forming at the center point
It feels like hell is getting higher and the sky is getting lower
And I'm only getting silence
From the idols that I didn't know
I'll find what peace there is to find here
North of a puddle, west of a hole
As I ramble on, place blame upon
That which I've yet to behold
But can one really blame the soul?
The strange positions I had put it in
The little mismeasurements between the place where I am and the place where I coulda been
Sliding doors have slid and now all I can do
Is do my best to control
The cruel transferences from the mirror world
And new threats from the soul
New threats from the soul
New threats from the soul
