Lay Down Your Guns – Musical Interlude

A couple of years ago, as I was recovering from near-fatal pneumonia, still wresting with addiction, I discovered this song by Leeroy Stagger and adopted it as an unofficial anthem for low lives on the road to redemption.   If you’ve been to this place, you’ll feel the authenticity.

Lat Down Your Guns is from the album, Depression River.  If you like this song, you’ll want to buy the album here.   His latest, Radiant Land, I haven’t yet heard because I don’t do iTunes.

She said, the alcohol and the attitude,
You know it’s got to go.
It can’t hang around this town anymore.
The swear words and the cigarettes
Are caving the walls in
Of the foundation that we built this thing on.

So lay down your guns, lay down your guns.
Is this thing even on?
I hope to god I never get to hell.

And it’s cold as hell in September,
Though not as cold as last year.
The seasons change. I guess that I’ve changed too.
And the boxes packed in the kitchen,
The bad news on TV,
The bombs are blowing up the Eastern sky.

So lay down your guns …

And we killed ourselves in October.
We couldn’t stand the pain.
And Elliot put a knife right through his heart.
We danced at the Chinese graveyard
Beneath the snowy moon
The stars fell like bombs from the sky

So lay down your guns …


About Drakakis

Street Poet scribbling to your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, the homeless, tempest-tost ...
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