I believe that I’m this month’s centerfold in How-To-Be-Down-And-Out
I believe I got no certainties except for this I got no doubt
There aint' no greater hurt on the heartless earth
Than when you lose the ability to dream
But I believe I’m gonna be alright
I scratched and crawled I cried and bawled I was shamed cause I believed
That somehow this, the way it is, ain’t how it’s supposed to be
How I love every one of my poor failed dreams
And the failed friends they'd always bring
But their lies, their heathen lies, got me sad and low
So sad and low
So sad and low
Do you hear me?
I said sad and low!
And although I’ve lost complete control
I'm gonna have every one of you know
I’m gonna be there standing tall
Oh yes when tomorrow comes
Side by side with my poor battered dreams oh yes
in spite of none of them dreams have ever been appeased
By no small amount of my blood
I believe I’m going to be alright
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023