We all need a little shelter, a house or a room where we can smoke pot...
lyrics
I built my home where there was no tide
between me and them mountains hard to climb
a thin white calm losing feathers by my side
i built my home where there was no tide
but then she came
like an abyss from above
to expose my blames
and nail them on the shore
wherever i might go
her shade was there to fill my eyes
i built my home where there was no tide
and all my world was washed away
and on my mask she laid a veil
i built my home where there was no change
just the chilling chant of symmetrical rains
and everything i've done
was to plan my own grave
i built my home where there was no change
and all my world was washed away
and on my mask she laid a veil
now all the things the tide will bring
i hope will rest with me
please
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021