Marshall McLean: songs and lyrics

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

If you can't tell from the song, I wrote this song when I was 19. This is a song that came in fragments. Look deep into it and take what you will. you have my permission.

I'm 19 for this cloudy, blue, moment of haze, and with both hands in my jean jacket pockets I stated in a casual way, "days like these I am seeing as far as an ant can see, building courage and lunging at thrift-store theophonies.
and cliche'd parodoxes trapped in bodily form, I'm a sinner I am a saint and I'm dying to be born...
and piled halos like a backstage children's play with angels swinging from ropes put on display.

and everyone's perfect and everyone's holy but me, and I'm just that comfortable sinner not playing game to be free. and I'm worse than I think that I am and I'm better than I thought that I was, five-hundred lies and a thousand more tries but I think I'm still in love.

and this is the story of how I came into the world desiring violet, a thousand blue angels all blowing red kisses that mixed and fell on my eyelids, and they said "you'll be dust and your divinity will be divided, you're no more broke than the rest of this world don't be scared and don't try to hide it."