Lord iim discouraged The Hold Steady
"Lord, I'm Discouraged" by The Hold Steady is a #Rock song from their 2020 album "Open Door Policy." The lyrics explore themes of disillusionment, existential struggle, and the search for connection in a chaotic world. Musically, it features a blend of storytelling and anthemic choruses, reflecting the band's signature style. The song resonates with listeners navigating life's challenges, contributing to the band's cultural significance in the indie rock scene.
Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes
Lord, I'm discouraged
Her new friends have shadowed her life
Lord, I'm discouraged
She ain't come out dancin' for some time
I try to light candles
But they burn down to nothin'
And she keeps comin' up with
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
There's a house on the southside
She stays in for days at a time
I know I'm no angel
But I ain't been bad that way
Can't you hear her?
She's that sweet missing songbird
When the choir sings on Sunday
And I'm almost busted
But I bought back the jewelry she sold
And I come to your altar
But then there's just nothin'
And she keeps insiting
The sutures and bruises are none of my business
She says that she's sick
But she won't get specific
The sutures and bruises are none of my business
This guy from the north side
Comes down to visit
His visits they only take five or six minutes
The circles have sucked in her eyes
Lord, I'm discouraged
Her new friends have shadowed her life
Lord, I'm discouraged
She ain't come out dancin' for some time
I try to light candles
But they burn down to nothin'
And she keeps comin' up with
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
There's a house on the southside
She stays in for days at a time
I know I'm no angel
But I ain't been bad that way
Can't you hear her?
She's that sweet missing songbird
When the choir sings on Sunday
And I'm almost busted
But I bought back the jewelry she sold
And I come to your altar
But then there's just nothin'
And she keeps insiting
The sutures and bruises are none of my business
She says that she's sick
But she won't get specific
The sutures and bruises are none of my business
This guy from the north side
Comes down to visit
His visits they only take five or six minutes
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