It was 5 in the morning
Sun was coming up
Gathered round the fire
Drinking special cups
Starting to tell of our loves, trials, revelations
And all those silent truths in our relations
I was speaking of my poems
Singing of my songs
Thinking of myself
Not a care for anyone
I asked the girl beside me if she'd ever heard the truth
She said, yes, in a different world, in my lost youth
All the people were laughing
As I turned to hear
She spoke of a past
Of addiction and fear
She spoke her tragedy of the needle and crime
She spoke of all she'd lost, a child, a lifetime
CHORUS
Yeah something like that could really make a good man bad
And something like that could really save a sinner
Yeah something like that or something like that
We talked of it a while
I didn't ask for details
I could not pretend
That I know how it feels
She said that it's over now, she's a musician
And she helps save other folk from their afflictions
My own luck in life
Is just serendipity
I didn't deserve it
I didn't earn to be free
I was lucky to learn, grow, and be cared for
It is lucky to have a sense of being cared for
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I got to looking round
All the happy strangers
The freedom of the morning
No distant dangers
And I thought of all the trapped lives unawakened
As they slept in the cold beds of their prisons
Maybe they are quite right
Perhaps it's not my place
For mostly folk that I've loved
Have been reprobates
Sinners portrayed in works of great writers
Music makers, dreamers, freedom fighters
CHORUS
Yeah something like that could really make a good man bad
And something like that could really save a sinner
Yeah something like that could really save a sinner man
Something like that, or something like that
A soundtrack to a film that is both historical and autobiographical, Yang’s music here finds graceful beauty in slowly unfolding melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 4, 2023