Detritus Blues Songtext
von Gumshoes

Drifting tenderly ashore
I was desperate for a lord
Tough enough to brutally
Break me, break me, on their knee
And deep in every grain of sand
I could feel a veiny hand
Tracing up and down my soles
To paint me, paint it black as mold
And as I stumbled I felt

Free
In a way
To re-decay
Coalesce
Into something less
Well at least
There′s always peace
Father make a bed
Your son is coming home


Sickness sitting on my skin
Bleeding from the outside in
Soak the tissue, watch it break
It was peeling, peeling flake by flake
And somewhere briny, thick with tar
Pumped a dry, infested heart
And all my blood was running rife
Teeming, teeming with new life
And when I crumble, set them

Free
In a way
To re-decay
Coalesce
Into something less
Well at least
There's always peace
Father make a bed
Your son is coming home

Reaching the beach
At the galleon′s clarion call
I'm part of the cargo
Now haul me, store me
I will get out your hair
Dreadnought, Dreadnought, take me there


Free
In a way
To re-decay
Coalesce
Into something less
Well at least
There's always peace
Father make a bed
Your son is coming home