they're pouring whiskey in my cup
i'm pretty happy being happy enough
all the times i thought i could hold my place
now i realize i can't make a moment stay
so i put on my dirty jacket and leave
walk til there's no one left in the city
you were a torch i carried through a wasted year
now i got a crowded shadow and a guarded fear
staring strange, no more bandaged knees
yeah all the cuts you gave, i just let 'em bleed
and i put on my dirty jacket and leave
walk til there's no one left in the city
There is something haunting about the family having zero clue about WW2 in its entirety. I remember learning about them and wondering and I still wonder now how many are still in the wilderness, driven there by atrocities or not. Many find being alone to be fear inducing. But they left and isolated out of fear to begin with. This music is just the tip of the iceberg for how haunting and emotional the situation is. It does its job as well as possible, though. Amazing. jacensolodjo