Thirteen Silver Dollars - Colter Wall

Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at With the number '13' tattooed on my neck That ink starts to itch Black gon' turn to red I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken Reach from here to Hell And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back Pray you don't look at me And I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Found me with a preacherman confessin' all I done Catch me with the devil playing 21 And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young When I was young When I was young When I was young

Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday I can Get tickets for the dance And I'll take you, ooh ooh Won't you tell your dad to get off my back? Tell him what we said about Paint It Black Rock and roll is here to stay Come inside where it's okay And I'll shake you, ooh ooh Won't you tell me what you're thinking of? Would you be an outlaw for my love? If it's over let me know If it's nowhere I can go I won't make you, ooh ooh

So close your eyes Your Christ has come The crippled boy that you once knew The charmed enigma chosen one With painted lips Skin ripped and torn Come touch and feel and lick and smell This envy that I've worn so well Everybody wants Everybody says Everybody begs In time So drink me in Like tainted wine Come bite down on my sharpened cup And taste the dreams that numb the mind A simple word A harmless glare That binds me with the thinnest thread And pins me down to pleasure's bed Everybody wants Everybody says Everybody begs In time You will be the first to fall Every feeling will dissolve We are silver Morphine baby's final breath Every breath into my breast We are silver So shy and poised With few regrets A Judas kill, a complex thrill A memory I won't soon forget Been washed out clean Till all runs dry Come touch and feel and lick and smell The hurt that only you could sell Everybody wants Everybody says Everybody begs In time You will be the first to fall Every feeling will dissolve We are silver Morphine baby's final breath Ever smothered to my breast We are silver Trip Sister, I will follow you this time Oh Knowing I will follow you Everybody wants Everybody says Everybody begs In time And you will be the first to fall Every feeling will dissolve We are silver Morphine baby's final breath Ever smothered to your breast We are silver Silver Silver (we are silver) Silver Silver (we are silver)

When God was young He made the wind and the sun And since then It's been a slow education And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same There's a screen door banging in the wind Remember you wanted to be like George Washington back then Everybody going down on themselves No pardon me's or fair thee wells in the end And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same

I'm drunk on a couch in Nashville In a duplex near the reservoir And every single thought is like a punch in the face I'm like a rabbit freezing on a star On the wrong side of Sunday morning Shattered in the terrible light Working for a bankrupt circus On the wrong side of Saturday night And I wanna be like water if I can 'Cause water doesn't give a damn Water doesn't give a damn Chased by a floating hatchet You can't just shoot your way out and go I could tell you things about this wallpaper That you'd never ever want to know But there's an alter in the valley For the things in themselves as they are And the triumph the obstacle And horseleg swastikas I wanna take a ride on the back of a sunbird Up into the highest number Up into the highest number And I wanna be like water if I can 'Cause water doesn't give a damn Water doesn't give a damn

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour