I took everything you said and I spun it into gold
A fool’s gold, for only me to see
Words only a fool would believe
And could be sold
And I spun them into gold
This snake oil, you’ve got, it really works quite well
And I’m the perfect target, you didn’t even have to sell
You didn’t even have to sell it
And I could never get enough
Some people will believe anything
Some folks just ain’t that tough
I took everything you said and I spun it into gold
A fool’s gold, for only me to see
Words only a fool could believe
It would be so…
I should bone up on the language, really study the slang
So I can lean in on the joke, and not fuck up the hang
But I’ll fuck it up again, ‘cause it never is the same
What means something to you one day
Shacks up inside my brain
I’ve done everything I know to try to drive you away
Because I’m terrified of you and what you have to say
Yes, I’m terrified, it’s true
And I’ve done all that I can
For I am still a broken child
And you’re one fucked up man
I took everything you said and I spun it into gold
A fool’s gold, for only me to see
Words only a fool could believe
It would be so
It could be so
Gold
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022