©2020 words and music by Chris Pendergraft
Paper route
this song is a time/space warp between my current self and the earliest self I can still relate to with in me. Paper route is the visual reference that I need to form a spacial idea that can push time. Its kinda tripy but I need a picture to start a songwriting journey. Those early mornings formed a work ethic I never lost, but it has taken from me more than it has given me as I have missed important moments in the live of my loved ones in pursuit of my career. Ageless story told by a million hallow men and women, Its not worth it. There is no security at the end, it can all be upended, and if we can prove that in this moment, is work what we should really use to define our worth?
Has the money ever brough health, or love or anything really important? No. Companies will always, in almost every case, seek profit over people. Time for a world wide rethink on the almighty dollar and its true value.
Paper route
Ice on the road
newspaper morning
under the light
of a thousand torches
As clear as this moment
I remeber that sky
The stars so bright
the moon just a sliver
orion the hunter
Drifts to its center
my and my bicycle
sail under the sea
of infinity
aint’t nothing that clear these days
shit drives on fear these
wish you were her these days
Guess Im doing this anyways
Time on my side
the wind just a wisper
the air so clear
it smelled like the winter
Nothing in front to ever
get in my way
on this brand new day
aint’t nothing that clear these days
Do it right or walk away
thats what you used to say
Guess Im doing this anyways
I used to throw
the papers on the poarch
for all the people
so when they
woke them selves
They could know of all their evil
But they must have never read it
because nothing ever changes in this
tiny world
that is missing perfect places
