Big Guy / Manager 26 / Manager No. 4
Well… here he is. The Big Guy. I’m not sure what to say here. I suppose, I should talk about his genres and themes, right? Genre-wise, it’s a lot of stomp and holler, some gothic americana. You know, he was a big guy with a big heart, the real strong and silent type. Theme-wise, it wouldn’t be hard to guess his playlist deals with inner struggle, self discovery, moral ambiguity, and… change.
-D.H.
Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul
I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go
Mothers, children, lock your doors
I'm waiting, I'm ready to go
I am the element of fire, the presence of flame
And I will burn away the history, from your family name
I was lost, I was found above and below ground
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
All of my life I've been in this fight
Killing myself just to find the light
Telling myself everyday I wake
The sacrifice is the price I pay
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was an only son, yeah
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was an only son, for you
Darkness is a light
From a city on fire
True dark is the knowledge
That the flames will burn higher
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
You wanna make a little mess, you wanna make a little crime
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
But I took a difficult look in the mirror, and I checked in the rearview
Objects are never what they appear
The past tends to look crooked from here
The mask— that I put on out of fear, the tracks that I didn't put out
The facts that I kept out of my ear
The slack that I cut people who didn't deserve it is tragically clear
No no no not this year
I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I've resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness 'til I die
Oh, look at the sun
Its drying out, today
Oh look at the wind
Fanning fire
I might as well breathe
I'm bleeding out
Today, I might as well head
The voices in my throat.
