See the Soul Singer in the session band

Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand

Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan

For the Soul Singer in the session band



Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call

To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt

Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall

You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault



See the Soul Singer in the session band

Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand

Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan

For the Soul Singer in the session band



I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth

With a post-modern author who didn't exist

In this fictitious world all reality twists

I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks



Just like that Soul Singer in the session band

Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand

Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand

Of the Soul Singer in the session band



His room is on fire since he painted it red

There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed

He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept

Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead



Just like the Soul Singer in the session band

Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand

We'll need every sand bag and every man

To save the Soul Singer in the session band



Headlights or Taillights it's a flip of a coin

I have been coming and going since the day I was born

And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home

I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own



Just like that Soul Singer in the session band

Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand

Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam

Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band

Bless the Soul singer in the session band