Frontline from Despair? by Come Gather Round Us

Cathy and I drove night and day down to South by Southwest
I walked my weary feet around, smiled my very best
Felt like I was grabbing for honey, arm deep in a bees nest

I talked an hour away with Karl from Wave Machines
He was buzzing from a showcase, victory had sharpened his dreams
We talked about my battle scars and outsider schemes
He said, "You and Cath, you could really build this thing,
Get that machine working for you. You guys --
Wouldn't you guys be great in the Albert Hall?"
And I thanked him for his kindness and said...

You'll never make the machine work for you, delusions of grandeur
You make work well as a part of that old machine
But I don't, so I won't be giving my heart no more
To that longheld, corrupted dream

That drink feels good in your throat, but it hurts your head
That pen feels good in your hand 'til the ink runs red

You know it's not that I don't care
I care too much, that might be the thing
Just found that we can't play the game no more
And since then we been fighting on the frontline of a war
We're on the front of a war
We're on the frontline
And I hope not, but it feels to me like we might be the last line of defense

Soda, you're an old fashioned eccentric
A veteran and a native of everywhere
There must be more than sugar rushes making you tick
Gave him a ride to the west coast, but we never found out his trick

I like watching singers when they're tired out
Their hearts are beating close to mine
My heart's addicted to that frontline

• Folk
• acoustic
• americana
• folk
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• protest folk
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