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lyrics

Sit right down son, pull up a chair
Listen real good now, don’t sit and stare
You finished up your schoolin now you’re in debt
I'll give you some credit but you’ll have to pay it back yet

Cause you got it in your head that you’re gonna get ahead
But you don’t know how far you've got to go
So you put on your headphones just to try and be alone
And you pipe the whole world into your head
But worse than a sunbeam that you can’t catch
Is that last spot that you can’t scratch

Cause for gold, for gold, you’ll grow old
Yeah for gold, for gold, you’ll grow old—-

Sit right there son, let me give it to you square
No matter how you slice the pie, life ain’t fair
All the wisdom in the world, can it be said—-
Does it add up to more than the wars have bled?

Cause you’re trying to build a home but you wanna go and roam
Cause you feel that question in your breast
Can you afford that golden ring
The eternal promise of your wedding?
But worse than the yearning that’s on your mind
Is the faithless answer that you’ll find

Cause for gold, for gold, she’ll be sold
Yeah for gold, for gold, she’ll be sold—

Hold it there son, now don’t just walk away
Show some respect for what your old man says
Remember your kin down under ground
Listen to their voice in every sound

And so you seek out a dragon to slay for treasure
And bank the gold of your measure
But will you forsake your sacred youth
To gather up interest till you’re long in the tooth?
Cause more bitter than the earth that’ll claim your bones
Is that desire take the world for your own

All for gold, for gold, we’re told
All for gold, for gold, we’re told—-
Yet some will swear it’s incorruptible

Stand right up son, now don’t just sit there
You heard my words, now climb up them stairs
Kick down the door, begin your fight
Lift your eyes up to the higher light

Cause when you finally break through to your Fort Knox
You just might find it filled with a bag of rocks
And worse than drink when you can’t have one
Is that drunken feeling of damnation
And worse than the debt that you can’t pay back
Is that last riddle that you can’t crack

Cause for gold, for gold, come the soul
Yeah for gold, for gold, come the soul—-
Are you trying to find the sun you come from?

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from High Holy Hills, released January 1, 2015

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Poor Player Detroit, Michigan

Motor City folk rock Americana born of beverages, Poor Player takes to the stage with a hopped up grab bag of American riddles and laments. Saluting the guy flying a sign beside the highway exit, zigzagging through the post-industrial prairie, Poor Player is all about finding the roots beneath the rubble, the green beneath the ruin, the folk in the f*d up, & the beauty in the city gone to seed. ... more

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