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Black Leaf

from Black Leaf CD by Pilot Touhill

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See the bottle or the needle or some pills. They all eventually find a way to kill. I’ll break it down and show you what I mean. I’m the Black Leaf falling off the family tree.
See the Black Leaf blew away from the family he loved and though he loved them back, he knew that he couldn’t stay. He hit the streets with a fistful of dollars and a 9 millimeter tucked in his waist. They say that crime doesn’t pay but you’d be surprised how much you can make. He had to make something else up out of himself because his first plan backfired. No, no long goodbyes, he thought it best if he just left suddenly. It was like a gust of wind picked him up and then dropped him somewhere sunny. A new attitude where Dodger blue was the color of money. He put some ink on a pad, realized what he had and sat and wondered. That if he worked real hard just maybe he’d get discovered. But soon enough those old evil things, they all came back and grabbed him. And the fire he lit in the pit of his stomach became abandoned.
See the bottle or the needle or some pills. They all eventually find a way to kill. And this is what its like when junkie’s dream. I’m the Black Leaf falling off my family’s tree.
Man, how’d this happen? Face down on the floor, curled up in a ball lying on a blanket. I never had it that bad, I’ve just always had this deep feeling of sadness. And though I’ve tried and tried, I could never find a way to repair it. I isolate myself so that no one else can see how unhappy that I truly am but it’s about to end and its going to end badly. So to my mother who’s all alone, I want to say I’m sorry. And to my father I disappointed, just know I loved you. Because the circles are too dark under my eyes these days to fake it. If I could find a bottle of cyanide, I’d take it. I don’t feel to well, I don’t think I’m going to make it. I’m ready death, come take me in my sleep. These are the final words of the Black Leaf.
See the bottle or the needle or some pills. They all eventually find a way to kill. And know you know exactly what I mean. The Black Leaf’s fallen off the family tree.
Oh Danny Boy. Oh Danny Boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling Danny Boy.

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from Black Leaf CD, released December 19, 2009

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