This is so darkly disturbing now that he's passed. You can tell he was fighting them demons again & losing the game. Just breaks my heart. I hope he's finally found peace.
You should see one of Elliott Smiths later sets. There’s one in particular where he’s wearing a shirt that says “I love metal” that was truly a disturbing performance. Coincidentally? He died from two stab wounds to the heart. Supposedly self inflicted but… let’s just say I have my doubts.
I think this song is more about the downtrodden, those left behind by their worlds. Justin's seemed to be too much for him in some places, hence his expression mainly being harrowing, isolating tracks that hone in on his sadness. At this point he was adrift from his wife and daughter, back in habits that nearly killed him 20 years before this show. The best people always go before the worst and Justin's loss was cataclysmic to modern Americana.
reading these comments, indeed I see the love but, by god, leave the fella in peace- I mean I think I get it... thankfully, I'm pretty sure he's at peace now, regardless of what any of us have to say RIP my dear
Drugs are fucking evil. This guy truly had everything in the world to give. Just an absurdly talented man. This is 10x better than the album version honestly.
I'm a bad dream I'm not a nightmare, I'm too goody for that Let's just say I'm the last thing you wanna see coming I'm the reason they say watch your back For so long, I was like a wounded hound Backed into a chainlink fence The world at large was just a big, mean kid Poking me through the fence with a stick Ain't nobody goin' back It takes a whole lotta hurt Paralyze one of life's biggest lessons Ain't got nothing to do with dessert Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes Now it's a cruel world But it ain't hard to understand You got your sheep, got your shepherds Got your wolves amongst men It can be hard to tell You might find a wolf in shepherd's clothes And now and then you're gonna find sheep In amongst all those troubled souls You know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf If you really stop and think Throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd Who do you think has killed more sheep? Nah, there's nothing can be done It's just the way it goes First you get bad, then you get mean Then there's nothing left but to grow cold And pray to the Saint of Lost Causes Some will say I've got no feeling No heart, and surely no shame Truth is that this has been with me so long That I, I must admit I kinda like the pain How many encounters do you ever have But again, how many wolves you ever seen? You got about as much chance of seeing one of them As you do running into me Still take nothing for granted Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills Be sure you lock up tight at night 'Cause you know poor folks ain't got nothing to steal Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
