Jeff Lustick songs
I am a psychologist in my day job (you know the one I shouldn't leave for my music....) and encounter various issues at times including, unfortunately, suicide. I tried to write this from the perspective of a person contemplating hurting themself and his/her loved ones. I wanted to make it more upbeat but I couldn't find anything upbeat about the topic. I need to learn to write songs about happy things!!!! I know the volume is a little low so you may have to crank it up. Thanks for listening.
Empty
Jeff Lustick 2007
I'm sitting at the table
Message in my hand
My heart's no longer able
To understand,to understand
Got my finger on the trigger
About halfway through that door
The fear don't make me shiver
Any more, not any more
I wish that I could tell you
How this came to be
Living in a hell you just can't see
A thousand empty faces
I've tried them on for size
None of them erases
The disguise, the disguise
The days are getting colder
Demons rule my sleep
The angels on my shoulder
Softly weep, softly weep
I wish that I had showed you
All I kept inside
Or had the strength to hold you
When I cried
No words of consolation
Can lead you to the light
When loss and desolation
Brings the night, brings the night
Will anything I've written
Help to ease your way
Each soul can be forgiven
So they say, so they say
Empty
Jeff Lustick 2007
I'm sitting at the table
Message in my hand
My heart's no longer able
To understand,to understand
Got my finger on the trigger
About halfway through that door
The fear don't make me shiver
Any more, not any more
I wish that I could tell you
How this came to be
Living in a hell you just can't see
A thousand empty faces
I've tried them on for size
None of them erases
The disguise, the disguise
The days are getting colder
Demons rule my sleep
The angels on my shoulder
Softly weep, softly weep
I wish that I had showed you
All I kept inside
Or had the strength to hold you
When I cried
No words of consolation
Can lead you to the light
When loss and desolation
Brings the night, brings the night
Will anything I've written
Help to ease your way
Each soul can be forgiven
So they say, so they say
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