Son of the Dharma
Album: Son of the Dharma
By: Aloud
By: Aloud
Duration
2:59
Description
I was reading a biography on Jack Kerouac and thought, this all sounds romantic, but in reality this is probably the guy at the party you’d avoid. We put that character against a chaotic rock n roll background to produce the effect of that “every day is your last” mentality.
Lyrics
Angel, glowing in a second-hand suit and tie Halo, deadbeat poet trying to find a rhyme I know you fill your diary left and right with your history All you drink is sweet wine every Saturday night You make living almost seem divine Genius, you and everybody that you’re running with C’mon witness, a modern day saint or Billy the Kid Naked as on the day You were born to die in vain Always ready for a fight Or the occasional Buddhist rite You make living almost seem divine Well, I can tell you won’t be long for this You keep on searching for eternal bliss in every funeral home where the buffalo roam Every barroom floor is an eternal door to what you looking for What you looking for What are you looking for? You make living almost seem divine Every day the carnival ride Every night the final time It seems exhausting baby When do you sleep?
