With morning eyes, all red from the evening, winter takes a toll,
So shall I be bold enough, to empty the cups in your hallway that we sold to your neighbors
The crucible, still audible, its speakers are wrinkled and old,
Will the locks on your windows, frozen together, whither of will they hold..
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
With their liquor lips, on their fingertips, speed is all they care for
So will I proclaim the loss, and apparent cost, of your silence, which just aint the same as the next one
The crown itself, and its loyal help, may write up all the papers,
But let me be gone again, with my loyal friend, to silence all them capers..
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
German engineer, so full of fear, dance on with your knowledge, carnal again,
With its monuments, Lighted by the near forever
Troubadour, of the world before summon all you stand for
But know it all now, they wont allow you to take back your worthless war
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
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