O, in the darkness,
She wrote your name,
On a million scraps of paper, and threw 'em into the rain,
Watched that ink bleed,
Onto the pavement,
As a hundred sets of tires drove directly over them
And there is no place you'll find peace,
Nor an overwhelming sense of relief,
'Cause you know there's no medals for chasing the devils away
Into a glass,
She poured two fingers,
of the finest scotch in Brooklyn, and knocked it back with such conviction,
Said, "If I'm to fix,
All which has ailed me,
Then I'd rather go out drinking, and call a cab when the sun is breaking"
And there is no place you'll find peace,
Nor an overwhelming sense of relief,
'Cause you know there's no medals for chasing the devils away
And you have been spending all of your years,
O, surrounded by demons and facing your fears,
But now all of your laundry is piled up high,
And the dust on your floor, it is starting to rise,
Because it takes a mountain to move just an inch,
And the climb out of bed is some harrowing shit,
And when all your friends ask you if you're doing fine,
You say "I could be better, I could be better"
There is no place you'll find peace,
Nor an overwhelming sense of relief,
'Cause you know there's no medals for chasing the devils away
Duckspeak is an NYC-based folk-rock band. Originally a solo project for singer-songwriter Giovanni Colantonio, they have since expanded out into a full 4-piece featuring Doug Linse (guitar), David Flamm (bass), and Greg Schulz (drums).