Blister Soul (Live at the 40 Watt)

Lyrics

[Spoken Intro] I'd like to introduce our good friend Randall Bramblett on keyboards this evening. Randall's a gifted singer/songwriter and also works for Steve Winwood. But he's from these parts. This song's called "Blister Soul." Take care of yours. 1, 2, 1, 2, shh! [Verse 1] So you got this place you go It's just a trip before the fall Way past the fevered pitch Just a spit from the wrecking ball Wrecking ball [Verse 2] Said you woke up this morning Said you woke up under a curse Well, I've heard the blues are bad But this is something worse And the ambulance driver Well, he tips his hat and stares And asks you in a grave voice "Sugar, can I, uh--can I take you anywhere?" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] It's the thing we cannot speak of Too painful to behold Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul [Verse 3] There's a smaller place we go It's where there's hardly any sound It's where the deals have all gone south And the house of cards comes down And the damage is costly It's well beyond all dollars and sense You can't measure it with graph or chart Or any instrument Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] It's the thing we cannot speak of Too painful to behold Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul [Verse 4] Yeah, from the trumpet blast Well, I hear the banging drum Yeah, from once upon a time To the sweet kingdom come And, oh, the thing that's yours for free Well, that's the thing I need the most Oh, stifles every boast Yeah, yeah [Chorus] It's the thing we cannot speak of Too painful to behold Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul Hey [Outro] Oh, this blister soul Oh, this blister soul, oh, oh, oh Blister soul [Spoken Outro] Randall Bramblett on keyboards. Thanks.