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The paint's a peeling off the walls
He's a feeling so very small
Death's a coming to take him home
Heart's a running hands on the chrome
And he can't go down
And he can't hear a sound
And his hands are bound
Until death comes round
Knocking at the door
Gonna settle the score
Gonna take'em to the floor
Bang bang it's war
This sensation thru his veins
A fixation still it remains
Barrel's warm it's a glowing red
Bring it on won't stop till he's dead
And he can't go down
And he can't hear a sound
And his hands are bound
Until death comes round
Knocking at the door
Gonna settle the score
Gonna take'em to the floor
Bang bang it's war
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One day I will put down my weapons
And go out on my own
And the war between myself and others
Will have long been left alone
Maybe one time
I will say the words I was thinking
And maybe someday
I’ll be idolized in story
It’s the memories that often become clearer
As time passes by
And it’s time that always treats it like a mirror
When you want to forget
In the Moonlight
I will close my eyes
I am a plane crash
Where everyone around me
Always dies
I’m a movie
I’m the sequel
Where the bad guys win
And kill me off and pick apart
All of my good pieces
Maybe one day
I will use imagination
And portray life
How you want to see it
It’s the memories that often become clearer
As time passes by
And its time that always treats it like a mirror
When you want to forget
I am a land mine
I am a grape vine
I’m the withered up baggage
Of a lost and lonely woman
If you hear my name
And they speak of me one day
Please remember me
For all my good pieces
During wartime
During late night
I am a child a play
I am a tiger out mid-day
Picking out my prey
Checking out my signs
For the poachers that would
Leave me for dead and pick apart
All my good pieces
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A Vagabond Benediction
Searching not for what I love
But travel on nonetheless
With a roof made by stars above
And a road to walk I’m blessed
Tarry for a while to see
The wind blow life into the hanging moss
Feel a connection grow in me
Before I make through the river across
Let the road wind on eternally
stars and sun be always above
I seek not wealth nor a friend to know me
Skies and roads are my only love
Let civil thought not Bend my eye
Let me see folk as I see the wind
A glimpse of the whole As I pass by
Forever on the outside looking in
Linger in the moments rare
In hours of the day we seldom wield
The Smell of basil in the air
As suns grow high on mountain fields
Let the road wind on eternally
stars and sun be always above
I seek not wealth nor a friend to know me
Skies and roads are my only love
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Well I’ve been draggin’ myself around this town for too long
I said I’ve been singing the blues and the same old tunes for too long
I said one of these days I’m gonna get out and sing a brand new song
I’ve been takin your shit for far too many days
Said I’m through your lies and your cheatin’ ways
I said one-a these day’s I’m gonna rise up outta here and catch my break
No one get’s to tell me where I’ve been’
And no one’s seen my life the way I did
You can beat me, hurt me, shame me, desert me
hate me, cheat me, resent me leave me
But I’ll rise up, I will rise up
again
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Well you know that old man that plays the dobro
I'm sure you've seen them around
He owns the pawnshop called the crossroads
down in the center of town
Everybody takes cash
Most places take credit
But this old devil runs a different kind of game
and if you play and you might regret it
They say he'll try to buy your soul for a guitar of gold
down at the cross roads
And on those pretty gold strings
you can play anything even if you're awful
He found out I was a player-
Saw me busking on the side of the road
Singing a song to this beater,
the only guitar that I've ever known
He said some are good with being good
Some would rather be better
You can play all day the old fashion way
but that could take forever
Then he tried to buy my soul with a guitar of Gold
down at the Cross Roads
But on these pretty gold strings man I can't play a thing
and the intonation’s awful
Anyway I play rock 'n' roll
You can't play rock 'n' roll without soul
So I took it out on loan
I couldn't be rude and just say no
So I took her down to my guitar tech
Threw on a new set of strings
Looked for problems with her neck
But couldn't find anything
They’re bronze when they’re new
They’re bronze when they're old
But my guitar strings by the time I got home
had turned back into gold
This motherfucker tried to buy my soul with a guitar of Gold
down at the Cross Roads
But on these shitty gold strings
I can't play a thing and the intonation’s awful
Anyway I play rock 'n' roll
and you can't play rock 'n' roll without soul
Everybody knows
You can't play rock 'n' roll without soul
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Doug Davis - Lucky Me
02:45
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I never planned to be
the one to steal your liberty
I never dreamed I’d be
the one to make you cry
‘cause all I ever want
was to walk away with dignity
the day that you said goodbye
So here we are again
Without the storm to reel us in
And you and I still stand on
Flooded ground below
And soon or late, we’ll find
The scene has gone, the will resigned
so, will we go on with the show?
that was horizon and this is the sky
your every spark, a new tear in my eye
how did I find such good fortune on high,
lost at sea
lucky me
When I was young, they said
the war is only in your head
the flags will wave surrender
Any time you choose
So I would like to say
If you should have me, anyway
I’ve nothing left here to lose
that was horizon and this is the sky
your every spark, a new tear in my eye
how did I find such good fortune on high,
lost at sea
lucky me
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Luke Payne - Bespoke
03:22
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bespoke
like Mother Maybelle’s garment
they stitched a yellow rose on it
as a reminder of the sunshine
in our hearts
you and me
bespoke
like Sister Rosetta’s raincoat
they sealed the seams with a grace note
a sure way to keep the music
in our hearts
you and me
well i don’t know about you darlin
but i’ve got the feeling
that the clouds are parting
bespoke
like Loretta Lynn’s linens
they soaked them in cinnamon
a simple statement of the sweetness
in our hearts
you and me
bespoke
like Gene Autry’s stetson
shaped specific to that Texan
an illustration of the choices
we all make
and i choose you
don’t you know i choose you darlin
cause i’ve got the feeling
i hear my destiny calling
are you gonna take me all the way to Jordan
on a horse and carriage?
bespoke
like you to me are darlin
and like i know i am to you
an expression of the love that’s
in our hearts
you and me
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