Searching for meaning in life's indulgences and coming up empty so far.

This is a solo effort where I channeled some of the African blues artists I listen too, that stripped down guttural sound from Mali that's part Middle Eastern and part American Delta.

Lyrics

i've taken and bought in
and i'm penniless again
fatted goose from all you produce
and i'm empty again

i've been served at the blessed table
but i'm hungry again

i've loved and let love in
but i'm hopeless again
i've believed i've conceived
but i'm faithless again

i've been served at the blessed table
but i'm hungry again

i see only a flower in a field of weeds
in a fluffy white world i see only black
sheep
that i count before i try and sleep
when i'm tired again

i've been served at the blessed table
but i'm hungry again
fatted goose from all you produce
but i'm hungry again

you drones
what you've done