Photograph of the past that captures growing up with an alcoholic father, rage, domestic violence, and the attempt to still work to see the brighter side with a belief that faith is an honest response.
Uses 4 bus model developed by Tom Powers, capitulating the live sound of band playing together in a concert hall.
Lyrics
I'm just a wandering, wandering soul
Who's learned as a learner that life is ice cold
Sculpted and hacked by the years all gone by
StillnI try, Still I do try
Learned from my father at the youngest of age
The stink of bad anger, the smell of bad rage
To see Mamma beaten, to see Mamma cry
Still I try, Still I do try
To lift up my eyes to the stars in the sky
I do try, I do try
To trust that the odor, the odor I smell
Are only bad memories that haven't aged well
I don't trust it, don't trust it all
I don't trust how everything falls
I don't trust the things that pretend
Can ever turn out good in the end
Repeat Chorus
Still I try, still I try
To see, to see, to see You
Still I try, still I try
To believe, to believe You
I am just a wandering, wandering lad
Who's learned as a learner that life can go bad
Bustled and hustled by the curves in disguise
Still I try, Still I do try