Stokeswood: Music
The Old 4th Ward
(or Where we hang our weary crutches)
Adam Patterson: Vox, Acoustic Guitar
Craig Gendreau: Djembe, Shakers
Jon Joiner: Drums, Lasers
Mark Godwin: Electric Guitar, Underwater Helicopter, Rhodes Wah Operator
Reed irvine: Rhodes, Thunder Finger
Justin Mullinix: Bass
Old Fourth Ward (or Where we hang our weary crutches)
V1/
We consider ourselves the lucky ones.
To not have ragged clothes, hang off our ragged bones.
A different set of paupers with a deeper set of pockets to beg.
We live in a world of make-believe.
Where we always catch the thieves, we know, that did the deed.
They’ve opened up the ward, so, shuffle yourself out on to the ledge.
Chorus/
And brace yourself, on one good leg
Brace yourself on one good leg
V2/
We built this house with our own two hands.
The walls turn to water and the floor to sand.
It’s hard to sleep a wink, when the dog across the street starts to howl.
And all we ever want is all we ever need.
I’m waiting for the day I’m not expected to breathe.
And I’ll be a silly, simple man with a kapplemeister wand for a peg.
Chorus/
Bridge/
And this is when we need the bamboo flue
To let the smoke come and do what it do
Strike that, did I mean to say does?
Is that what it was? I must’ve done it a time or two
And the soapbox queen finally ran. Another paper dollhouse politician
Motionless, the ocean sits. Like a battle of wits with a pack of theologians.
V3/
We consider ourselves the lucky ones.
To not have ragged clothes hang off our ragged bones.
A different set of paupers with a deeper set of pockets to beg.
And all we ever want is all we ever need.
I’m waiting for the day I’m not expected to breathe.
And I’ll be a silly, simple man with a kapplemeister wand for a peg.
Chorus/
Bridge/