I was named for a disciple
And my parents had such hopes
That I'd grow up to be a good man
And live up to the name they chose
It's funny how things never go exactly as we plan
Fate twists our best intentions
I don't pretend to understand
It's so easy to find comfort
Writing lists of who's to blame
But in the end I know it's all my fault
I ended up this way
Lists of phobias run longer, now
Than I can bare to tell
'Cuz I know that they'll be haunting me
For eternity in hell
So won't you bury me in an unmarked grave
So my demons never find me where I lay
Or just burn me up 'til there's nothing left to take
'Cuz the Devil, he's just counting down the days
I am searching for new symptoms
And the cures to medicate
Just one good excuse for self-abuse
I know it's much too late
For me to turn it all around
And leave madness behind
Call the doctors and the priests
But they can't change a made up mind
This bottle's half-way empty
Clearing cobwebs from my head
I used to find some comfort
Knowing one day, I'd be dead
But tortured souls still haunt my attic
And I'm becoming one of them
I know exactly where I'm going
I just can't tell you where I've been
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023