Damn the Troubling

Trouble that starts in the morning
comes apart afternoons when the sun’s high my my
the trouble that makes me open my eyes to let in the sight of it
god damn the troubling troubling me.

In the nerve, out of reach, lonesome
burning slow, knowing not whether it serves or robs
unless it is older than knowing, old as hunger and murder
damn all the history troubling us.

[chorus]
I never met a man or woman who can let it all just go
when it starts it can inundate if you let it
flood plain and hill with emotion
raise challenges out of the hard heart
against a spoiled world.

Roots of it underground deep like
waking up every day ready to worry, flutter, scurry
to rhythm of beating heart after sleeping hours upon hours in a
state of mind less than and more than kind.

Never so far away from home
ever on edginess of the horizon buzzing like flies
you hear it in cold footsteps distant like a startling solitary
thunderclap, in it something wise.

I never met a man or woman who can let it all just go
when it starts it can inundate if you let it
flood plain and hill with emotion
raise challenges out of the hard heart
against a spoiled world.

[verse]
C ///  G ///
C9 /// F /// F9 / F13 /
C / D7 / D7b5 / C9 / Bb9 / C6 /
Am7 / Bb9 / C / G69 / ////

[chorus]
[5/4] Dm7 ////  Em7b5 ////
[4/4] Ebm7 / A7 /  Db9 / CMa9 /  Gm7 ///
Gbm7/Gm7 / ///
[5/4] Gm7 ////  Am7 ////
[4/4]  Gm7 ///  F69 ///

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About mrsorenson

all over the place
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