like it says, an ode to sisyphus, but also a reminder to self that this shit ain't a sprint
lyrics
Yo, yo yo, yo
Round and round the world spinning, stone sticking, bone contorting
yo
Round and round the world spinning, stone stick and bone contorting
Cracking, fracturing statures, but some say words are haunted
Crammed in back of your grey matter, just staggered, daunting
Stabbing jabs like a dagger dragging across your wanting,
I can tell by your manner how deeply you been carved in
I can tell by the banter how bad old wounds are scarring
I've been held by my cancers, canckers and own discordance
But I can't tell by your answers whether your self-exploring
Everybody got their demons that feed off ignoring
There's no way to confront or defeat 'em force to force when
you're attached to pink tinted glass, endorsing choices
Rose-lensing a spotted past, condoning thorning
I get stuck myself sometimes in garden beds I'm growing
Still I'd rather work the soil on some heaving toiling
While some cultivate their world, calibrating the scoping
I'm not scared to chip a nail in the grit of the molding
I'm not scared to chip a nail in the grit of the molding
I'm not scared to chip a nail
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Sometimes I barely can bare the baton
But life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Sometimes I barely can bare the baton
But life’s a marathon, I carry on
I'm not scared to chip a nail in the grit of the molding
Round and round the world spinning, stone sticking, bone contorting
Round and round the world spinning, heart stricken, soul absorbing
Round and round the world spinning, stone sticking, bone contorting
Round and round the world spinning, heart stricken, soul absorbing
Round and round the world spinning, stone sticking, bone contorting
Round and round the world spinning, heart stricken, soul absorbing
Round and round the world spinning, stone sticking, bone contorting
Round and round the world spinning, heart stricken, soul absorbing
I'm not scared to chip a nail in the grit of the molding
I'm not scared
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Sometimes I barely can bare the baton
But life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life’s a marathon, I carry on
Sometimes I barely can bare the baton
But life’s a marathon, I carry on
Life's a marathon
Life's a marathon
credits
from Sovereign Queendom Vol.2,
released April 2, 2024
Written & performed by Julie-C, produced by Golden Master, guitar by Michaud Savage, mixed & mastered by Intylekt of BOC Music
supported by 4 fans who also own “Marathon (ode to sisyphus) ft. Michaud Savage”
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