POOR TIME SINGLE
released 7 August 2016
DATSON HUGHES
PRODUCER MEJU
MASTERING John Ruberto
Recorded at THE GREENROOM STUDIO
Masterpiece Records
Clip by Marc Neys (aka Swoon)
released 7 August 2016
DATSON HUGHES
PRODUCER MEJU
MASTERING John Ruberto
Recorded at THE GREENROOM STUDIO
Masterpiece Records
Clip by Marc Neys (aka Swoon)
LYRICS AND LINER NOTES:
'Poor Time' is a song of love, loss and redemption, sung to Datson Hughes
twangling dulcimers under the sparse, endless bush night sky; a campfire
tale told by nobles turned beggar, too weary now and worn down to lie to themselves.
1. Poor TIme
Poor time, riding down
stolen nights on stealth black horses
Road north runs right
runs right by her heart
It’s not what I think
that you should be believing
Old man, drunk fool
he was once king like they say
After the silk and gold
after the silk and gold are stripped away
Get's it so right and so wrong
Charlie sing that old song
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten
but not gone
God says, take no living
living prisoners
So hard times are over
if they find us
It’s not my hope
that you should be breathing
Things pass, future tense
back to the beginning
Poor time, riding down stolen nights
on stealth black horses
Poor time, riding down stolen nights
on stealth black horses
'Poor Time' is a song of love, loss and redemption, sung to Datson Hughes
twangling dulcimers under the sparse, endless bush night sky; a campfire
tale told by nobles turned beggar, too weary now and worn down to lie to themselves.
1. Poor TIme
Poor time, riding down
stolen nights on stealth black horses
Road north runs right
runs right by her heart
It’s not what I think
that you should be believing
Old man, drunk fool
he was once king like they say
After the silk and gold
after the silk and gold are stripped away
Get's it so right and so wrong
Charlie sing that old song
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten
but not gone
God says, take no living
living prisoners
So hard times are over
if they find us
It’s not my hope
that you should be breathing
Things pass, future tense
back to the beginning
Poor time, riding down stolen nights
on stealth black horses
Poor time, riding down stolen nights
on stealth black horses