Disheveled Beauty

from Where the Wasteland Ends by Poor Player

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lyrics

Your disheveled beauty/has known no dishrags/but your dirty heart/has taken too many drags
The frostbitten banker/who made bad loans/he financed this atmosphere/rent to own
That pseudo-psycho/pierced through and through/with his bad boy tattoos got ya/to say ‘I do.’

You’re gonna make all the walls fall with your heartbeat
You’re going to rid this world of its ancient shame
And the sinner at the center of the universe
He’ll feel like he’s free—when he finds a system to game!

But your disheveled beauty/has shown it to be true/how our biggest walls/are built out of the blue
The magnetic striptease/that brought ya to your knees/also brought me to mine/ then they tacked on them fees
The angelic bachelorette/sucking on that straw/she heard the jungle roar/ yeah she’s coming to get ya!

She’s gonna make all the walls fall with her heartbeat
She’s going to rid this world of its ancient shame
And the swinger at the center of the universe
She’ll feel like she’s free—when the crowd calls out her name!

But your disheveled beauty/how long can this go on?/ When ya said forever / you did not mention a lifetime prescription
The undergrad on a platter/named John the Baptist/lost his head to Miss Salomé/ yeah, she’s a real capitalist
You can trust the old dish dog/ to give it to ya true/I’ve studied the drains/I seen the dirty proof

We’re gonna make all the walls fall with our heartbeat
We’re going to rid this world of its ancient shame
And the singer at the center of the universe
He’ll feel like he’s free—when his tongue takes aim!

We’re gonna make all the veils fall when our hearts see
We’re going to rid this world of its ancient chains
And the sinner at the center of the universe
He’ll realize he’s free—on his knees in the rain!

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from Where the Wasteland Ends, released April 19, 2019

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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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