Cora Cora, I cant deny unless I must, trees are falling what once we had has turned to dust
Shallow father, cant you escape him on the cusp, what once we had has turned to rust
Cambridge winter, night birds shrieking as the wind, halls all holy, let me out or let me in
Silent master, you’ve got me right you’ve got me pinned whats seen alone is left within
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
I’m at the river between what is and nothing else, take my body, and put my figure on the shelf,
Someones frightened just as frightened as his name, what once was lost you cant attain
Lights all faded, and man we’re fated too, theirs something else here that’s bigger than me and you,
The night is misting, and he’s leavin it to you what you forgot is never true!
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
And wont you try it? Try it all
And if you buy it, might as well buy it all
All your life is what you see babe,
All your life is what you see baby
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
Andrew St James is a singer, songwriter and poet from San Francisco, with hefty songwriting chops and a timeless voice that echoes from decades gone by into an unknowable future of music, talent, and vision.
Released in 2001, “The Convincer” is a gentle gem in the Nick Lowe catalog; an anniversary edition provides opportunity for rediscovery. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2021