Cut Me Some Slack

Lyrics II-The Black Crowes Sponsor: Rob Carmack My Poem: 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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