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Coming Off My Meds, Again

from WORDSMITH by Reece Sullivan

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Written Spring/Summer 2010 to January 2014, Baton Rouge, LA

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I can hardly speak
I think my tongue is filled with lead
I look in the distance to the peak
I’m afraid that I should go to bed
No, those are words that I might tweak
I think it’s all just in my head
Or maybe my spirit’s sprung a leak
Or else my soul has not been fed
Oh, I’ve had an awful week
& I’m coming off my meds

Take a moment for reprieve
Take some time to just relax
There are points you should concede
Try to square off with the facts
Try to follow where they lead
Try to think before you act
Try to turn some words to deed
Try to reel in a little slack
Try to say just what you mean
But please use a little tact
& Don’t get stuck off in one scene
You gotta move and not look back

It’s happened all too quick
Something slipped, yet I’ve survived
But I feel beaten with a stick
Those ain’t words that I’ve contrived
At times I thought I could get sick
I just let out a little sigh
Oh, I thought it had me licked
But I'll probably make it if I try

Oh, I’ve tried to make it known
I’ve opened up the lid
You’ve seen what I have shown
I ain’t kept nothing hid
We feel the winds have blown
No more time to play or kid
We’re due up on the loan
And it doesn’t matter what we did
Though we ain’t nothing they can clone
Or upon which they might bid
Girl, I said I'd would drive this home
And that’s exactly what I did

Oh, I need a wealthy little girl
One with trimmings and with lace
Or else a higher standard whore
One with a pretty little face
I oughta get out in the world
Not be so caught up in this race
With these rat-like little squirrels
Trying to keep up with the pace
Who live and die by business morals
Who cannot see past what is base
Who with batons that twist and twirl
But unlikely ever leave a trace
That I can show off at the store
One I can take out on a date


Alternative stanzas:

Don’t turn back, babe, I’m comin’ around the bend
I’m gettin’ back on track, babe
Try not to condescend
They thought they had me sacked, babe
But I got up and went again
I’d been listenin’ to some quacks, friend
Those sorts that move in packs
But it’s time to start again
I’m coming around the bend
I was trying to make amends
Try not to condescend

Babe, I’m about to close the deal
And you think of me today
And now you know this shit’s for real
Not some act that I have feigned
Not something yet to be revealed
Though I admit a bit insane
Ain't like some show that I have billed
What this is is very plain
Neither hidden nor concealed
Aw, hear me out ol’ babe
& Don’t give me no flack until
What it is is very plain
What this is is very real

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from WORDSMITH, track released February 18, 2018
Paul Buller: Pedal Steel

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Reece Sullivan Lafayette, Louisiana

Originally from Arkansas, and now in Lafayette, LA, I play the surrounding areas regularly. Over the course of the years, I've reinvented myself musically many times: piano to guitar, classical to art rock, art rock to folk, flat picking to finger-picking, solely songwriting to performing. My latest incarnation has me playing out often, sometimes touring, and writing and recording consistently. ... more

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