Second Coming b/w Jensen's Meadow
by Tom Iscariot
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Tom Iscariot: words/music, vocals, guitars, keyboards
Joel Boyea: keyboards, drum programming
Produced and recorded by Joel Boyea
Mastered by Andy Reed
Photography by Bruce Harkness
Joel Boyea: keyboards, drum programming
Produced and recorded by Joel Boyea
Mastered by Andy Reed
Photography by Bruce Harkness
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released November 25, 2022
It’s not the end but it's the end of something
You can’t pretend this black hole is nothing
I built a wall around not knowing
I watched it fall, embers glowing
These legs used to run
Lying used to be so much fun
Now it's a chore
You try to be brave in the face of history
You claim to be saved in the clutches of mystery
I bought regret, I paid with time
A half-life of reason and rhyme
Now I sail by the dimmest of stars
I drag the strings of collapsing guitars
From the core
All that matters now
All I’ll ever be
The voices that I hear
The faces I can see
Alone with a shroud
Sliding memories
I find a place to wait
For my second coming
It’s not the end but it’s the end of something
Signs and portents of atoms tumbling
An old man’s face ruined by grammar
A toothless fake, a bloody hammer
A string of lights in a garden of proof
Shadows of pain and the outlines of youth
On the floor
All that matters now
All I’ll ever be
The voices that I hear
The faces I can see
Alone with a shroud
Sliding memories
I find a place to wait
For my second coming
It’s not the end but it's the end of something
You can’t pretend this black hole is nothing
I built a wall around not knowing
I watched it fall, embers glowing
These legs used to run
Lying used to be so much fun
Now it's a chore
You try to be brave in the face of history
You claim to be saved in the clutches of mystery
I bought regret, I paid with time
A half-life of reason and rhyme
Now I sail by the dimmest of stars
I drag the strings of collapsing guitars
From the core
All that matters now
All I’ll ever be
The voices that I hear
The faces I can see
Alone with a shroud
Sliding memories
I find a place to wait
For my second coming
It’s not the end but it’s the end of something
Signs and portents of atoms tumbling
An old man’s face ruined by grammar
A toothless fake, a bloody hammer
A string of lights in a garden of proof
Shadows of pain and the outlines of youth
On the floor
All that matters now
All I’ll ever be
The voices that I hear
The faces I can see
Alone with a shroud
Sliding memories
I find a place to wait
For my second coming
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Tom Iscariot Dearborn, Michigan
Tom Iscariot is a singer/songwriter based in Dearborn, Michigan. Iscariot's influences include Nick Drake and Willy Nelson along with contemporary artists such as Damien Jurado, Richard Buckner, and Bill Callahan.
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