Lyrics of the Month: September 2013 – Wild Card

by Nic Olson

Here’s to the wild cards, the compassionate few. Whose faith is not contrived, sold, or rigged up to the sky. For those who are sailing a little far form the shore, who don’t know for certain what they’re sailing for. They say that everlasting life is away from these shadows. I wanna be where the angels turn away, I wanna hide where the devils find a little bit of light. I wanna know is a wild card still worth something? Every injustice has a system, every city has its walls, every righteous claim has its burden, every luxury has its cost. So here’s to the overlooked, those who might never fit in. The castaways and junkies, young queers and Indians. They say that everlasting life is away from these shadows. I wanna be where the angels turn away, I wanna hide where the devils find a little bit of light. I wanna know is a wild card still worth something?

Northcote, S/T, Wild Card

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