ABOUT
Photograph of the past that captures growing up with an alcoholic father, rage, domestic violence, and the attempt to still work to see the brighter side with a belief that faith is an honest response.
Uses 4 bus model developed by Tom Powers, capitulating the live sound of band playing together in a concert hall.
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I Do Try
by: Michael Pos
I'm just a wandering, wandering soul,
Who's learned as a learner that life is ice cold.
Sculpted and hacked by the years all gone by,
StillnI try, Still I do try.
Learned from my father at the youngest of age
The stink of bad anger, the smell of bad rage.
To see Mamma beaten, to see Mamma cry,
Still I try, Still I do try.
To lift up my eyes to the stars in the sky,
I do try, I do try.
To trust that the odor, the odor I smell,
Are only bad memories that haven't aged well.
I don't trust it, don't trust it all.
I don't trust how everything falls.
I don't trust the things that pretend,
Can ever turn out good in the end.
Repeat Chorus
Still I try, still I try,
To see, to see, to see You.
Still I try, still I try,
To believe, to believe You.
I am just a wandering, wandering lad,
Who's learned as a learner that life can go bad.
Bustled and hustled by the curves in disguise,
Still I try, Still I do try.