the clouds spit in my face, the mountains turn away from me
the cars on the highway dare me to jump
I’m tied to the mast and I let in the rain
there’s a southerly breeze but my flagship’s been sunk
so I push through the crowd of shirtless sunburnt yobbos
who give me this look as though I’m somehow to blame
there’s a smooth patch on every welder’s bench
so we can talk if you want but just don’t ask me my name
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
and I can’t seem to find anybody on my side
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
and seems once again I’ve been taken for a ride
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
I gave her my heart, she gave me a bottle
and a reason to drink it and somewhere to fall
and after taking the dive and crawling back up the goat track
it turned out to be a good trade after all
she would bounce off the walls, I would bounce off the gutter
and we’d get so annoyed when we’d roll out of place
now I just feel like some shrivelled up balloon
that I would have preferred had just blown up in my face
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
I can’t turn back the clock so I turn over the page
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
I walk back across the moat to your minted rage
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
he sits in judgement of everyone that’s why they call him god
he sips on his whiskey and spits out his soul
says with the glass to his face “not everything can be replaced
so the best you can do is try to fill the hole”
so gentlemen, ladies, blood donors and babies
let’s all link arms and jump overboard
because the mainsail’s been torn, the captain’s drunker than I am
and I don’t want the rats to beat us back to the shore
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
and I don’t want to attract all the horrors of the deeps
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
I can’t find my way home or my shoes or my keys
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
I stagger to your door in the middle of the night
and I sneak in the back to make sure you’re alone
I bleed on your floor and I hide in your garden
I fall down your stairs and then drag myself home
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
is she spreading her lies or spreading her wings?
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
if I only had a compass I could learn all these things
it’s only Tuesday but I’m bleeding
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024