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Round 21, Week 7

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
She never liked to be instructed She never dreamed in black or white She never listened, danced her own part Head in the stars, stole my heart Hold on tight, we’re going up Don’t look down Absence makes the heart grow fonder Come back settle in my room Absence leads me to the edge Hide, Tick tick, boom Absence makes the heart grow weaker Come back sweet exotic bloom Absence driving me to madness Makes my heart, makes my heart go boom! She went for cigarettes and pizza She left the kitchen window down She hasn’t been back home in 3 years Still in shock, drown in cheap beers Hold on tight, we’re going up Don’t look down Chorus She never liked to be instructed Always dreamed in color chrome If you get this invitiation Come back baby, come back home Absence makes the heart grow fonder Come back settle in my room Absence keeps me on the edge Oh, Tick tick, boom
2.
Left in the coldness of your mind Lost in young boldness left behind Left in the darkness of a prison of your own design, this time I won't be party to your decline Rage at the stillness of your will So much to do but time to kill Rage at sadness, the bottom of a glass of swill, until You do yourself in or have your fill Say a prayer for you Say a prayer for we Hope you get what you need Lose yourself in your mind Happens all of the time Fraid you're crossing the line This time Had enough of your last goodbyes Giving you all but you want more Peeling your remains up off the floor All the hells you burning through, they shake me down to the core This war You’re fighting yourself, I told you before
3.
I tell you the story but you won’t believe the tracks and the trestles, the voyage conceived we’re miles down the road from the place where you thought you belong the dust on the floor, the arena all dark the virtuous whore in the shade of the park the fount overflowed in her majesty’s death scene, prolonged the friendliest faces don’t carry the load and the gambler's good graces won’t play what he showed the mother of sorrows don’t base her intentions on love the cannibal nightmares of somebody’s fears the old woman’s white hairs all mixed in her tears the days that all follow from each step remaindered above don’t say, no, there’s no one inside raise your flag in fields where we died pray for ransomed fears to subside bitter weeds bitter weeds we celebrate ends but we desecrate means the sins of our brothers, such wicked machines and when it all caves, nobody gets a way out the lighthouse reversed, all the ships on the shoals the parallel planes where the ghostly patrols they say Jesus saves but he seems like a desperate guy I’ve tried all the exits, I’ve checked all the locks I’ve paid off my snitches, all working the docks I know who to trust, but I swear I don’t trust any more so when you come round and you’re waving a flag the flyaway boys and their overnight bags You’re starting to rust and you can't even see the trap door don’t say, no, there’s no one inside raise your flag in fields where we died pray for ransomed fears to subside bitter weeds bitter weeds
4.
So I could come home Had to leave So could leave Had to come home Have to be Together to see What it means To be alone There’s no peak Without a valley Need to know low If you want to know high There’s nothing like The feeling of coming home But you can’t return without leaving for a while The longer I stay The stronger it grows I’ve got my roots But I also have wings I live two lives At the same time We are strange Animals indeed But what makes come back What makes me leave The feeling fades and I look to the horizon It’s the time in between where it grows I feel the pull without realizing If you want to know high you need to know low I see families when I’m gone Makes me want to return I see roads and railroad tracks That’s what Makes me want to depart when I’m back Catch me when I’m coming down Sometimes I know I fly too high It took me this long Just to figure out The push and pull is Part of life But what makes come back What makes me leave The feeling fades and I look to the horizon It’s the time in between where it grows I feel the pull without realizing If you want to know high you need to know low
5.
Showin up a little late to the party, but I’m spikin the punch And I’m crankin the gain So that the neighbors feel that crunch when we vibrate their dining room table Would you hand me a quarter inch cable and a piece of wood and a couple of frets and we’ll burn this mother down like a marijuana cigarette Cause in America you get to regret and reset Now don’t you ever forget You didn’t forget how to rock n roll did ya? You didn’t forget who the fuck you were right? Child of a slave, child of an immigrant, child of survival the child of a fight. Showin up a little late for my party but I’m finally here and the word on street is that even though his clothes have disappeared, some people still dig the emperor’s style, but most of us are cracking a smile. He made our great state rotten again, but there’s no use in talking to them. I’m just tryin to get your grandads rocking chair rocking again, cause I’m afraid he’s forgotten again... You didn’t forget how to rock n roll did ya? You didn’t forget who the fuck you were right? Child of a slave, child of an immigrant, child of survival the child of a fight. You didn’t forget how to rock n roll did ya? You didn’t forget how to raise your voice and say ‘no to the fraud, no to the lies, no to the demagogue’ rise up and say no today. Two years is two too long to wait to say you’re wrong, so I took two weeks and put it in song and in two months you’ll be singing along. Two years is two too long to wait to say you’re wrong, so I took two weeks and put it in song and in two months you’ll be singing along. You didn’t forget how to rock n roll did ya? You didn’t forget who the fuck you were right? Child of a slave, child of an immigrant, child of survival the child of a fight. You didn’t forget how to rock n roll did ya? You didn’t forget how to raise your voice and say ‘no to the fraud, no to the lies, no to the demagogue’ rise up and say no today.

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This week’s assignment, from Mitchell:

""Whoa-o, listen to the music."

I started playing guitar when I was somewhere around 12 years old and I started trying to write songs when I was in my teens. At that time, I mainly considered myself a guitarist - the songwriting was secondary and honestly, I was just kinda fooling around with it and not taking it seriously at all. I saw myself as a guitarist in the mold of early Clapton or David Gilmour. At least that's what I wanted to be anyway, but everything changed for me in 1997.
In 1997 about a month before my 20th birthday, Bob Dylan released Time Out of Mind. I liked Dylan alright and everything and I think I maybe had one of his greatest hits albums, but I wasn't wild about him by any means. So, why I decided to get up one Fall morning and drive all the way from Mocksville to Winston-Salem to buy a new record by an artist that didn't really mean much to me at the time remains a mystery to me. I truly have no idea why I decided to do it. Looking back on it now, it makes no sense at all. I had a very limited record buying budget, I didn't care very much about Dylan, I knew absolutely nothing about his new album, and my taste were strictly 1960's British pop and Blues. Even though all that was true, I clearly remember feeling like I just had to buy this new Dylan record. So that's what I did.
I was instantly taken with Time Out of Mind. From the first note of the first track, I knew that this was the kind of music I wanted to be listening to and writing. That album is single handedly responsible for me wanting to
be a songwriter. Are there better Dylan albums? Debatably, sure! But I had not yet heard "Blood on the Tracks" or "Blonde on Blonde" or "Highway 61." "Time Out of Mind" was my first real Dylan album and it's probably still my favorite. Artistically, it's the record that formed the songwriter I am today.
This week, I want you to return to that first album (or song) that made you want to write songs. Give it a focused, fully engaged spin - not as background fodder, but go back and actively listen a time or two. After you're fully immersed in it, then think about writing your song. In no way do you have to try and emulate whatever your cherished record is - of course, if you want to do that then you can, but you are in no way required to do so. Just listen to it and then write whatever you please.

M. Snow”

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released January 14, 2019

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