The Only Answer

by Ross W Berman IV

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1.
Give me Red Bull when I'm weary, Reefer when I wanna get high Give me my baby when I'm lonesome, sit her right down here by my side I woke up this morning, I had those medical card blues. I was born under a bad sign, so the clinic sent me home with no excuse I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long I've been moaning after midnight, since my Mary Jane picked up & gone Those clouds look lonesome, look at how they shine above the sea I wanna see those big grey clouds in front of my TV It's 4:20, and every single pipe I've got is dry I don't even have a hit of resin, I can scrape to smoke and try to get me by I'm gonna get high, just as sure as you know my name I'm gonna stick to my red bull & reefer, I ain't gonna mess around with no cocaine
2.
I'm gonna eat the rich, fry them up in oil Rip the meat off their bones, but it in a pot to boil Gonna cut up some potatoes Gonna cut up some leeks Gonna eat the rich, gonna be full for weeks I'm gonna eat your brains for my lunch I'm gonna make a snack of your fingers & thumbs I'm gonna put you in a slow cooker Cover the lid I'm gonna eat the rich, like my forefathers did From Portland, Oregon, to Portland, Maine We're gonna eat the rich, then we'll eat them again Hush little children You'll understand I'm gonna eat the rich, won't you lend me a hand For the Jews & The Gypsies The Blacks & The Gays I'm gonna eat the rich, gonna kill the old ways Come senators & congressmen, what do ya say? There's a mighty strong wind and its headed your way You wanna save the country? You wanna stop the war? Give back the money, don't be rich anymore You wanna save your hides? You wanna stop the war? Give back the money, don't be rich anymore
3.
I didn't wanna be a fascist I wanna make it on my own I didn't wanna be a fascist I just didn't wanna be full grown I just wanted the trains to run on time, and for everything to go my way But I'll be judged like a fascist on my judgement day I didn't wanna be an asshole I wanted to speak my mind I didn't wanna be an asshole, but research takes so much time I just wanted to speak my truth until there was nothing left to say But I'll be judged like an asshole on my judgement day I didn't wanna be a bastard I had to look out for myself I didn't wanna be a bastard I couldn't count on anyone else I wanna start at the bottom, and reach the top and at the top I'll stay But I'll be judged like a bastard on my judgement day I didn't wanna be an Isaac I wanted to be Ishmael I didn't wanna be an Isaac The son you could've killed Now my blessings will be stolen, as I blindly give them away But I'll be judged like Isaac on my judgement day I didn't wanna be a white guy but I'm not looking into my past I didn't wanna be a white guy but struggle seemed so low class I've been killing the poor for centuries to wash the past away But I'll be judged like a white guy on my judgement day Well nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah I'll be judged like a fascist judged like an asshole judged like a bastard judged like Isaac judged like a white guy on my judgement day I'll be judged like a white guy, which means I'm gonna get away. credits
4.
I'm all used up. I'm too strung out I've been luckier than even luck can allow I don't know how to show, so I gotta tell I don't fit in in Heaven, so I'm preparing for Hell Don't you try me, don't you test me Don't you dare I hold nothing sacred and, honey, I don't scare I'll make you do my work, make you pay my debt Work for me for thirty years, boy, and a watch is all you're gonna get I wipe my ass with the Bible, and twenty dollar bills And I'll shut down the reservoir, when I get my fill I'll turn the sky to mud, make the dirt turn dry I'm the dust in the wind, and I'll get in your eye I've got a golden tomb. I'll live there when I've died. If you helped me build it, I'll seal you inside I'm God & I'm The Devil, and I'll turn you to Job You can try to run from me, but folks like me run the globe Life's full of choices, that's what they say But those choices are few, when I get my way
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I was standing on a corner, and the sewer sang Sinatra And the wind smelled a little like the blues I was standing on the corner, on the border of Forever When I felt the past leave my body, through my shoes You're gone like Dylan Thomas Gone like Janis Joplin Gone like the cobblestones in the street You're gone like Brendan Behan Gone like Nancy Spungen Gone just like time beneath my feet I was standing on a corner, and the Chelsea Hotel's shuttered Because its getting a full gut rehab deluxe The guitar store's now just coffee, and Queens is for the artists But love lived here, you sang about it once I remember it well, your song of the Chelsea Hotel And those secrets that you couldn't keep to yourself I remember it well, your song of the Chelsea Hotel But now its bought, and sold, and bought again, its a temple to some wealth Gone Gone Gone Gone So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye I was standing on a corner, and the Chelsea Hotel's shuttered Because its getting a full gut rehab deluxe
6.
Money Cash Credit Debit Get it Money Makes The World Go Round I Got a Euro, and a Yen, and a Buck, and a Pound I got a whole lotta cash and a whole lotta credit and I spend it how I like I got a brand new suit, got a whole lot of swagger and I use it how I like Euro, Yen, Buck, Pound
7.
You can be a content creator You can find a way to make a buck You can thrive You can survive You can maintain You can even backslide And if you really wanna, You can just give up You can move to New York for the money You can move to LA and do a shit-ton of cocaine In this life, you can feel anything you wanna feel As long as you learn how to profit off the pain Content creator, write me out of this life I wanna be an artist, somewhere new Content creator, write me out of this rut I wanna be an artist through and through I wanna be an artist, just like you You can rot to death inside a cubicle You can work your hands down to the bone You can fuck Make your own luck You can be the best You can even suck And if you're really lucky You can be tough You can eat caviar in an alleyway You can smoke crack in the Presidential Suite In this life You can feel Anything you wanna feel As long as you understand Its brutal and its brief You can hurt a person with compassion You can heal a person with the blues You can abuse You can misuse You can sell your soul for shiny shoes You can take an offer You'd otherwise refuse You can stumble into the future You can hold on tightly to the past You can carve your face In a mountain Fly in space But even the stars up in the sky Aren't gonna last
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I've been living with the world these days I've been thinking thoughts so bleak The TV is just a hurricane And the news is on repeat I've broken every story I've seen the larceny at its core I never let it change me And that's what a story's for I'm still flipping channels I still turn the other page I'm living wit the laziness I'm living with the rage I'm angriest at things I convinced myself not to do I'm angriest that I'm angry And that's no place for me or you But the world is in my living room The world is in my bed And the world is just a picture That I've got inside my head I want to keep that picture clear As it fades into the past But the blurry truth is proof to me That nothing human lasts, Amen I was king of the hill Until I saw the holy mountain I sat there on my hillside And my tears pooled to a fountain I loved the weary journey I hated the rocky climb I cursed my feet beneath me Just like I did last time I'm not a dancer, I'm a journeyman In this funny stage of life I don't want to purge my sorrow I don't want to best my strife I want to walk beside it I want to show it I am meek I'm not the man I thought I'd be But that don't make me week Eternity's a lie, but time's gonna last that long A hymnal is a lesson Masquerading as a song The holy led the layman Now the layman pays it back Your fever for faith & love Has been broke by the cold hard fact That every sinner has a future Every saint has got a past And the holy men know all too well Nothing holy lasts, Amen But the world is in my living room The world is in my bed And the world is just a picture That I've got inside my head I want to keep that picture clear As it fades into the past But the blurry truth is proof to me That nothing human lasts, The holy led the layman Now the layman pays it back Your fever for faith & love Has been broke by the cold hard fact That every sinner has a future Every saint has got a past And the holy men know all too well Nothing holy lasts, Amen
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I am a poor, wayfairing stranger I'm traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land, to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm going there to see my mother Back to the only home I've known I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I am a poor, wayfairing stranger I'm traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land, to which I go I'm going there to see my family And sing with them, the songs of old I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home
11.
When that mad and ripping rain keeps pounding at your brain When the clouds won't turn around, and summer sinks The darkness won't turn back, but it will surely, swiftly pass You are simply not as broken as you think When you ain't gotta friend, and your rope is at an end When the world feels like it slapped your belly pink You'll put forth a caring hand to a fellow grain of sand You are simply not as broken as you think And maybe I won't feel this way tomorrow But I will not drown myself in sorrow When my thoughts have all turned blue, I will sit back and think of you and every crazy little thing, that this world has put me through When you've simply had enough of this petty thing called love When your gutter for a mouth won't even sing Your melody lives on, even when the rhythm's gone You are simply not as broken as you think When you got those suffocating blues, When the only way out is through When the gossip, that's called news, has you at your brink There's a method to the mad, and there is laughter in the sad You are simply not as broken as you think When that sleeping, creeping sorrow, slides across your face tomorrow When your eyelids are too fried to even blink You will open your eyes wide, even if it makes you cry Because the world is not as broken as you think
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All I Want 02:52
These hills don't sing to me like your hills This cider ain't as sweet as your breath I wish that we were laughing 'til we're shaking And then I'd lay my head upon your breast I'm many miles from the bottle rocket border I'm just as many miles from Vermont I may be stuck here, in Onondaga County But the Queen of the Northern Grove is all I want You're all I want This home cooking, it don't satisfy like your love No it ain't your mix of sticky, sweet, and tart I'm breathing and my lonesome heart is beating But I die a little every time we part I'm leaving on a jet plane, through the sunset Even if there ain't that much to do I'll sit, staring, looking out the window Dreaming of coming home to you These are the same chords I use most of the time But that's how much you're on my mind Because you're all that I want
13.
I don’t mean to raise hell, but I’m a hellraiser. I’ve been one since the day that I was born. Many times, I’ve scared my parents breathless, and many times their love has kept me warm And it's true, that love’s the only answer And it's true, that sometimes family hurts And it's true, that I was bullshit’s last disciple but it's true that even the wicked do love’s work I tore down my hometown in my memories I burnt my school to ash upon the soil I bit every single hand that fed me And now I bite my own hand while I toil And it's true, that love’s the only answer And it's true, that sometimes family hurts And it's true, that I was bullshit’s last disciple but it's true that even the wicked do love’s work I held the truth so loosely that I lost it I told the lie so hard that I believed And now I let the wind tear at my bare skin To prove that I have nothing up my sleeve And it's true, that love’s the only answer And it's true, that sometimes family hurts And it's true, that I was bullshit’s last disciple but it's true that even the wicked do love’s work Someone told me God’s the only answer but they were the type to worship a quick fix I’ll never know if God is just a story but I know for certain love exists And it's true, that love’s the only answer And it's true, that sometimes family hurts And it's true, that I was bullshit’s last disciple but it's true that even the wicked do love’s work
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I’m going down that old dirt road to find my burying ground Jesus, he said, that he’d make my dying bed but they killed him for those other things he said I found a temple, but it was a wall What was on the other side, I never saw I know I’ll die before I get there Before I find my burying ground So I’ll see you all down that dirt road As we go into that foggy world unknown No more sickness, no more sorrow Since I laid my burden down I was raised like I was chosen Like I made the world go 'round But now every man's a king Since I laid my burden down I got sisters, I got brothers on every end of town I got sisters, I got brothers Since I laid my burden down Though the road, it might be rocky and though my blood might stain the ground I'll be beaten, and beleaguered 'till I lay my burden down Though the wind, it might get wilder Though the rain, might start to pound I know that I'll be bone dry When I lay my burden down I have wandered, I have rambled I've been lost, and I've been found I'll have walked in every footstep When I lay my burden down

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released November 6, 2020

Music & Lyrics by Ross W Berman IV
Produced by Ross W Berman IV & Aly Grabowski

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