Channel: Jesse Stewart

Category: Music

Tags: folk punk (musical genre)acoustic music (musical genre)deep in cidercanadajesse stewartsuicidesirens callacousticmandolincold beershed life

Description: Now accepting magic internet money donations! Gimme some so I can figure out what it is. NANO: xrb_3k39odeusdu9fcbx4yczu9ztqmzru1kxe316j167iowt5djt3qted5tpsjd3 Bitcoin: 3C3YhZPTQetrRkH3XxKXYxMM9XqUQQ9YzR Ethereum: 0xe11742F9c07D82bc3A36d836CcA0e20045F6d085 Mandolin string fund (Paypal): 2poor4soap@gmail.com jessesdirty.com facebook.com/jessedeepincider twitter.com/jessesdirty Alright got the lyrics. Please keep in mind that the lyrics are improv after first verse. I heard the siren's call, deep within the oceans crawl, and I know that I'm better off there. I heard that sirens call, beggin me through the walls and I know I'm better off there. Better off Better off. Wanna live underwater holmes, a place to rest my weary bones, in the forests made of jelly fish, where mystery's more than just a wish, and now the surface is my sky, we smoke sea-weed to get real high and the current tide drags me far away, out to the deeps leaves me here to stay, and I know that I'm better off there. I know we'd all be better off there. Better off. (improv from here) Keep your lifejacket on, keep your lifejacket on, I never wanted to have to write this song. I was right there, waitin for your hands to grasp, waitin' for your hands to grasp at the air. You said you'd be right back, you said you'd be right back, you gave a thousand motherfuckers heart attacks. But you heard that sirens call, deep within the oceans crawl and you knew you'd be better off there. I've heard that sirens call, beggin me, through the walls, and I know I'm better off there. The helicopter overshadows the day, the military police came and they left. And when the rain came, it washed it all away, on that mournful sunday. I've heard the sirens call beggin me through the walls, and I know that I'm better off there. Never meant for some long white table, never meant for some long white table, I woulda done the same if I was able. But we miss you, and sadly we didn't get to say goodbye goodbye to you, and I tell you true your sister does to. But you heard that sirens call, heard that sirens call and you chose a beautiful place to take your fall. You heard the sirens call, beggin me through the walls, and I know you're better off there.