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Lyrics II-The Black Crowes
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Cut me some slack tonight,
ease off until I find my sight,
and light,
I’m on my way downward; it’s your song,
you’re always wrong,
I’m never right.

If I get one slim record of your past,
can you fold your cards at last,
and fast,
there’s no rising in the east,
the west is unbound, at least,
while I bleed for your old mask.

I beg, cut me some slack tonight,
throw pity on my knees; let’s not fight,
it’s alright,
you dragged my down onto mercy’s floor,
I keep falling, begging for leniency once more,
you’re always wrong, and I’m never right.

Craving your pardon, down with my hands,
fall when I stand, no one understands.

I'm begging baby, cut me some slack,
you're always wrong...I'm never right.


Craving your pardon, I hate clarity,
found in charity, death to my severity. 

I'm begging you, baby, cut me some slack,
throw pity on my knees; let’s not fight.

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The Black Crowes-Descending 

Have mercy baby
I'm descending again
Open your eyes baby
'Cause this time it's sink or it's swim

No sermons on ascending
No verdict on deceit
I have no selfish memorandum
No, no confusion for me
Not for me

Curses, curses and clues
Feast, feast for fools
Curses, curses and clues
Feast, feast for fools

So have mercy baby
And hand me down
Well, it was just a few years ago
You'd hand me up and a map right out of town

But I would let it slide
Slide like mercury
All silver and quick, baby
Poisonous and deadly
So deadly

Curses, curses and clues
Just a feast, feast for fools
Tell you now, curses, curses and clues
A feast, a feast for fools

Let me say curses, let me tell you no clues
Forever just the feast, feast for fools,
Curses, curses and clues
A feast, a feast for fools.


Date Written: May 6, 2016
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