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A World of My Own (The Hoarder's Lament)

from Hagiographies and Hit Pieces by Johnny Coull

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The soldiers are frozen, they’ve waited for years
Manning their porcelain battlements here
While their indolent general leads in his bathrobe
Trenched in cassettes where the magnetic tape has unraveled

We’re born with nothing, we die with nothing
So, in between, I would kill to have something to call my own
They call me the hoarder, the tangible man
The king of the keep and the lord of his land
Yes, I believe in a world of possessions, a world of my own

The windows are famished, the doors mere suggestions
I’d open them sometimes if I could still reach them
And, somehow, it feels like this ain’t what you meant when
You told that old joke where the monk says: “Make me one with everything”

We’re born with nothing, we die with nothing
And so, in between, I just ache to have something to call my own
They call me the hoarder, the tangible man
The king of his keep and the crab in his sand
Yes, I believe in a world of possessions, a world of my own

Out in their flock, your new poets and prophets
Turn out their pockets for free
Their hearts aren’t tethered, they love like ascetics
And that’s all you wanted from me
But how could I see past these earthly dreams?

So, bring me your baubles, your coffee-ringed letters
All those receipts from our season together
Bequeath me a beat of your evening music
A jar of your humors and those scars from your losers
Return me that day when we rolled in the heather
The perfume you wore and a piece of the weather
Grant me that city, that man and his measure
Yes, I’d raze every inch of this tomb for you back, oh my darling, my treasure

We’re born with nothing, oh holy nothing
And so, in this place, I keeping waiting for something to call my own
They call me the hoarder, the tangible man
Oh, they call me the king and the lord of his land
Yes, I believe in a world of possessions, a world of my own
Yes, I believe in a world of possessions, a world of my own
I just believe in a world of possessions

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from Hagiographies and Hit Pieces, released July 31, 2023

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Johnny Coull Montréal, Québec

Johnny Coull is an independent singer-songwriter based in Montreal, Canada. His debut album, “City on the Hill”, was released in November 2013.

Firmly entrenched in the vintage rock tradition, Coull tackles intensely personal themes, at once melancholy and incisive, set over punchy melodies, bright choruses, and virtuosic piano licks. ... more

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