A friend of mine got out on parole, was living on the streets and asked me to give him a knife, I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to do with it, as I know he needed to make sandwiches and shit like that and probably to protect himself, he was living pretty rough. And I thought and pondered all the things you can do with a knife. So I wrote it about that. Its strange because I had sat with this same buddy a couple years before . we were getting pretty loaded and I was playing guitar, and the melody came to me. I sort of filed it in the back of my head someplace, and never used it. Then time past and we remet by coincidental mistake, Completely by chance on the streets of Capetown ( I live in Botswana, thats far away) thats when he asked me for a knife. I am reminded that you need to exchange a silver coin for a knife in folk lore, or something like that. Regardless, I wrote this song after that experience. I did get him a knife in the end, and he didn't steal my name, I added that for dramatic effect. its a bit harrowing, but there you go. I really dig how Fil played such violent cello on the song.-- also 'Borrow me' is very much a Capetown vernacular thing, I don't have a grammatical disability.
lyrics
Wrong side of Redemption - in D- drop D on guitar
Gmaj7 -D-C-D
Borrow me your blade. Old friend
I’ll cut right through the bullshit
I got paper thin deamons
And paper cuts up to my eyelids
Bm
I could wittle me some wings
And fly away to better things
Borrow me you’re your blade
And I'll butter on up my sandwich
D-A
I cant remember how to soar
And I don’t want to wait here no more
D-G-A
Better run better run better run
For just a little bit longer
Better run better run better run
For you know I done wrong girl
Better run better run better run
G-F#-E
Looks like I’m always On the wrong side of redemption.
Gmaj7 -D-C-D
Through the sands of Smaerkand I’d ride
past the lights of Aborialis
through the warm rains of Rajistan
I swear I’ll run the farthest
I’ll carve my name in yonder tree
Past the gates of Galilee
Borrow me your blade old friend
And set me free
D-A
I don’t want to wait here no more
D-G-A
Better run better run better run
For just a little bit longer
Better run better run better run
For you know I done wrong girl
Better run better run better run
Looks like I’m always On the wrong side of redemption.
Borrow me your name old friend
I squeezed the juice outta this one
I got no time to pretend
sure as hell could use a new one
I’ll act with honour I give my word
what bi break I’ll fix it
Give me your name old friend,
And you can leave right through the exit
D-A
You don’t wanna be here no more
D-G-A
You better run better run better run
For you no longer belong here
Better run better run
You know I do wrong dear.
Looks like you on
The wrong side of redemption
credits
from Treasure From Below My Couch's Cushion,
released March 26, 2021
Written by Matthew Sheldon
Guitar, Vocals, lead guitar: Matthew Sheldon
Cello: Fil Uno
Backing vocals: Ben Holden
Written and recorded by Maf Sheldon and a group of beautiful humans between Botswana and Australia. Quirky, folky, a bit
jazz, a bit reggae.
a sincere act of serious playfulness.
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