RACHBACH - "NINE GRAMS"
MOONFARMER is my 6th collection of landfill folk songs from the quarantine era. Have a listen while you trim your teeth and scrub your jeans.
Every day’s the same unchanged and resolute
Counting down the clock to judge and prosecute
All the sober sentences that I went and spoke
Half formed aborted compliments and bad jokes
Criminal justice busts my balls with chain
Sent to the pen won’t no one clear my name
Lit cigarette an old blind fold and afraid
A hollow tusk trusting the bugs to dig my grave
Waving a white flag in a blind firing line
Won’t stop the bullets from finding a way inside
Hot lead hides the steel from muscle and bone
Raising a golden ring up over my skull
I’m no angel
But I was faithful
You do not know me better from the things I did
You can’t trust any buster just cuse they said