Thimble of tears
by eyesaw
About this track
Ever doubt yourself? Wonder whether you are really any good at what you do? Lyric below: There are coffee-cup stains Left on draft seventeen There’s a margin of murdered ideas All the pencils I’ve blunted Could never have been (worth) The salt in a thimble of tears My replies to objections I’ve rehearsed til I’m hoarse My slow thoughts like a grinding of gears I’m applauded for genius I’m undecided, of course My skill is a thimble of tears One day they’ll know I don’t know I’m a long list of lucky All in a row There are grooves worn through carpet In room after room They’re my pacing down decades of years This my graveyard of choices This my fruit of the loom Would not fill a thimble of tears My luck’s just insomnia Toiling every night With failures and fuckups hid Hid well out of sight One day they’ll know I don’t know I’m a long list of lucky All in a row One day they’ll know I don’t know I’m a long list of lucky Built on a mullock Of things I let go