My Shining Hour - Ralph Lalama, Helmut Kagerer, Andy McKee & Bernd Reiter

Are we still on the phone With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo Whose ghost sings for pay In the blue billiard room of the Monterey For room and for board And the backdoor key is a 19th century Civil War sword Once owned by John Booth Who misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine There's a hole in the wall Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall The police they peek thru here And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror But it's all in good spirits And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine I propose a toast To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold Into the sun He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh It kills me to think That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink So lift up your glass And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine.

And the world it shows me up My clothes they show me up I never knew this before My finest hour that I've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground And my words came stumbling out Then I went tumbling out I've never been hit before And the finest hour that I've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground And I'll keep hoping you are the same as me And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are, what do the others know? But poetry is not for me So show me the way to go home And the words came stumbling out of my mouth And then I went tumbling out... But I'll keep hoping you are the same as me And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are what do the others know? But poetry is not for me so show me the way to go Oh, I'm going home But I'll keep hoping you are the only one Yes and I'll send you letters, wouldn't it be such fun? We are who we are whatever the others say But poetry is not for me And much as I'd like to stay Oh, I just want to go home You're, you're, you're too young Should've been you, you're, you're too young It should've been you too, you're too, you're too young It should've been you you you're too young You should've been safer, saner Bribed the judge and then sat down Ooh you're, you're, you're too young

Behold the beast I'm going rouge again To be alone with every thought I have So I can second guess I find it easier to cope (I find it easier to cope) When I'm on hangin' on to hope (when I'm on hangin' on to hope) That maybe one day I can wake up and say The payout was worth the wait I always lose my head And say something I regret I can't seem to balance the weight I want love, but love it on my own A heart of stone Is carved by those you keep close And though I know what's at stake I can't seem to balance the weight Speak to me And save me from myself I'm holding on to every thought I have My mind's a mess I find it easier to cope (I find it easier to cope) When I'm hangin' on to hope (when I'm on hangin' on to hope) That maybe one day I can wake up and say The payout was worth the wait I always lose my head And say something I regret I can't seem to balance the weight I want love, but love it on my own A heart of stone Is carved by those you keep close And though I know what's at stake I can't seem to balance the weight There'd be no need to escape If I'd get out of my own way Never can seem to stay on the same page Back and forth 'til I drive myself insane Back and forth 'til I drive myself insane I always lose my head And say something I regret I can't seem to balance the weight I want love, but love it on my own A heart of stone Is carved by those you keep close And though I know what's at stake I can't seem to balance the weight

I'll pop a couple pills through the day time To stay up and get drunk with the night life All of us on the brink of suicide, it's not right Ain't no stopping us, not a chance in Hell Not a chance you'll catch me sober Even when the night is over I'll be there to fall apart It's too late, my time is up, I can't be saved It's my fate to fuck shit up and misbehave I know I tend to overthink and have too much to drink 'Cause sometimes I let it get to me My anxiety I'll take another shot if it's alright Tell myself it's the last one for the night All of us on the brink of suicide, it's not right Ain't no stopping us, not a chance in Hell Not a chance you'll catch me sober Even when the night is over I'll be there to fall apart It's too late, my time is up, I can't be saved It's my fate to fuck shit up and misbehave I know I tend to overthink and have too much to drink 'Cause sometimes I let it get to me My anxiety I feel my heart begin to race I don't learn from my mistakes Always find myself in the same place I feel numb I've been takin' straight shots of liquor all day I can feel it in my bones, the feeling won't go away I been at it all night, the lines, they're all gray I don't even know the time, I don't know the day I've been takin' straight shots of liquor all day I can feel it in my bones, the feeling won't go away I been at it all night, the lines, they're all gray I don't even know the time, I don't know the day It's too late (Too late), my time is up, I can't be saved It's my fate (My fate) to fuck shit up and misbehave I know I tend to overthink and have too much to drink 'Cause sometimes I let it get to me My anxiety I'll forget about it for the night Deal with it all tomorrow That's what i tell myself every time It's a never ending cycle I don't want this I feel numb It's a never ending cycle I don't want this I feel numb It's a never ending cycle