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James Vincent McMorrow — 'We Don't Eat' (Live)

April 4, 2014 -- Watch James Vincent McMorrow sit in on drums for this unique performance of "We Don't Eat" from James' debut album, Early in the Morning, live at The Paradise Rock Club in Boston, Massachusetts. Subscribe to WGBH: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_c... Video Credits: Greg Shea - Producer/Director/Camera/Editor Antonio Oliart - Field Recording & Mixing Engineer Nick Squire - Field Recording Engineer Marina Argyriou -- Camera Kiva Kuan Liu - Camera Annie Shreffler - Camera Andrea Wolanin -- Camera/Interviewer For Crossroads Presents: Kegan Harrington -- Producer lyrics: If this is redemption, why do I bother at all? There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed Still I'd rather be working for something, than praying for the rain So I wander on, until someone else is saved I moved to the coast, under a mountain Swam in the ocean, slept on my own At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay I'd remember all the things my mother wrote That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Two thousand years, I've been in that water Two thousand years, sunk like a stone Desperately reaching for nets That the fishermen have thrown Trying to find, a little bit of hope Me, I was holding all of my secrets soft and hid Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all So if in the future I might need myself a savior I'll remember what was written on that wall That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Am I an honest man and true? Have I been good to you at all? Oh I'm so tired of playing these games We'd just be running down The same old lines, the same old stories of Breathless trains and, worn down glories Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own So we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust