"Swallow Up The Sadness" genre: Folk
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	Seven minutes of salvation and suffering and God and happiness and the way pain makes us more complete sometimes... and how a great piece of art is sometimes just a consolation prize to what you really want. Definitely all the elements of a perfect pop song, I think...
	CD: Drive Yourself Home: The Demos   Label: Desperate Man Records Credits: Copyright 1998, Paradoxical Ironic Music/ASCAP. Acoustic guitar and vocal: Richard Challen.
	Story Behind the Song 6 in the morning... unable to sleep... wondering what I had done wrong (again)... wondering if happiness is an unattainable goal best avoided... and then writing it down like the act itself would make things better. It does, you know. Lyrics in a few hours, music over a few weeks. This particular version is the demo version, recorded in a bedroom on Sept. 30, 1998 in one take. Lyrics Swallow Up The Sadness Sometimes it hurts to look at you Sometimes it hurts to breathe at all It hurts to lie in bed and realize you're not next to me By my side Balled up like a baby underneath the covers Shivering in the darkness and it's 6 a.m. And I'm wide awake and praying for the good things The good life The sweet dream The way it all goes wrong... But God ain't answering He puts the cross on my back and He knows the weight is almost welcome Like when Jesus wept Like He never said that we would be happy He said I shouldn't be relying on you for the way that I’m feeling No I shouldn't be relying on you for the way that I’m feeling That's why, that's why I want to [swallow up the sadness in this world take it all away from you my girl swallow up the sadness in this life take it far away from you tonight] Scraping off the rust I swear that's how it felt the first time your hands were moving upon me But then you looked away like you were scared Like you saw something there Like I was wearing the mark of Cain You know there's blood on my door And the angels are passing over me But I think that I would give up eternity Just to feel my fingers brush the small of your back once more And Jesus died for our sins But He never said that we would be happy He never promised us that we would be happy ...and I just wanted to be happy Yeah I shouldn't be relying on you for the way that I’m feeling But when there's nothing I can possibly do to change the way that I’m feeling I will try, I'll try until I [swallow up the sadness in this world take it all away from you my girl swallow up the sadness in this life take it far away from you tonight] But it never gets easier. Sometimes I think I'm dashing myself on the rocks to get a better view of the wreckage Killing off my bliss so I can sing about the pain And the melody moves me in a way that seems to say There's no way that we can ever stay happy Like I made sure that I would never stay happy I always swore that I would never be happy... But I would give up all the songs I have yet to write Just to feel my fingers brush the hair from your eyes Written by Richard Challen. ©1998, Paradoxical Ironic Music/ASCAP.

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