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Catholic Guilt - Single

by Carl Lorusso Jr.

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Holy roller, I see you every morning by the park
Trying to sell me on the promise of a brand new start
A life without the weight of all the trouble, all the sin
Without the notches on the belt I hung my innocence with

Holy roller, I'll bum you a smoke for your time
It's such a blessing that you'd take such an interest in my life
But my troubles are inherent and they've taken their toll
And there's doubt in my soul

My eyes are thinner, than a bible page
I'm too cynical for words, I wouldn't trust them anyway
Another doubt with the blues, another burnt out fuse
As I'm choking on the ashes of the passion of youth, well

Holy roller, let me take a pamphlet for the bus
Pains me to see this cross around my neck go to rust
I'll bust my mirror in the name of Jesus Christ our savior
And live in fear of all my Satan praising heathen neighbors

I recall the church my family would drive to down the road
Dark and musty, iconography that scared me to the bone
It all seemed so daunting at six years old
But by the time I got grown

My eyes are thinner, than a bible page
I'm too cynical for words, I wouldn't trust them anyway
Another doubt with the blues, another burnt out fuse
As I'm choking on the ashes of the passion of youth, well

Holy roller, I see you every morning by the park
Trying to sell me on the promise of a brand new start
A life without the weight of all the trouble, all the sin
Without the notches on the belt I hung my innocence with

My eyes are thinner, than a bible page
I'm too cynical for words, I wouldn't trust them anyway
Another doubt with the blues, another burnt out fuse
As I'm choking on the ashes of the passion of youth, well

Holy roller, let me take a pamphlet for the bus
My phone is dead and the voice inside my head is talking tough
These days, this winters brought a new kind of dark
And there’s a frost on every golden dandelion in my heart

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released July 17, 2020
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For better or for worse, everything on this track was done by Carl Lorusso Jr.

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Carl Lorusso Jr. Toronto, Ontario

2017 Toronto Independent Music Award nominee for "Best Folk/Roots".

"Carl is a powerhouse wordsmith whose songs represent the dystopian view of a youthful generation.”
-Harrison Fine, producer, FINE Productions

“Shades of Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen rolled into his own unique style. Very well written & sung.”
– Randy Skaggs, Q108 Kingston ... more

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