Steal The Crumbs – Uncle Tupelo

Sidetracked down the middle
Never saw it coming, what a surprise
It’s been a wonder

Electricity tells a story
It’s a sound getting near as fear’s watching you
It’s watching you close

You can fight it, both arms swinging
Or try to wash it away
Pay up to the echoes of okay

No more, no more will I see you
No more will I see you
No more will I see you

You’ve schemed more than you have
You’ve borrowed more than you know better to steal the crumbs
Makes it easier to go

Paralyzed by conscience
Looking for an opening, apathy
As your vocal cords cut out

Never thought once to ask
“How’s the temperature?” Too busy with the finer points
Of each struggle we’re after

No more, no more will I see you
No more will I see you
No more will I see you

So long since I’ve seen you
Haven’t we both been living the high life
With those on the bottom?

No more, no more will I see you
No more will I see you
No more will I see you

MERCY OF THE FALLEN- DAR WILLIAMS

Lyrics
Oh my fair North Star,
I have held to you dearly,
I had asked you to steer me,
Till one cloud-scattered night,
I got lost and in my travels I met Leo the lion,
Met a king and met a giant, with their errant light,
There’s the wind and the rain, and the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the beds that have no answer,
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight.
I saw all the bright people,
In imposing flocks they landed,
And they got what they demanded,
And they scratched at the ground.
Then they flew, and the field grew as sweetly for the flightless,
Who had longing yet despite this,
They could hear every sound.
There’s the wind and the rain,
And the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the beds that have no answer,
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight.
If your sister or your brother were stumbling on their last mile,
In a self-inflicted exile,
You’d hope they’d meet a humble friend.
And I hope someday that the best of Falstaff’s planners
Give me seven half-built manors,
Where half-dreams may dream without end.
There’s the wind and the rain, and the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the many stars that guide us,
We have some of them inside us.
Songwriters: Dar Williams
Mercy of the Fallen lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC