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We all came together in high school
In that furniture town
Trying to find a sound
and ourselves along the way
And though some of us came from the
Other side of the tracks
It never held us back
Or changed what we had to play
When we got out of school
Started paying our dues
It was time to hit the road
And see if dreams come true
Out on the road
Into the cold
We were young and running on nothing
Searching for fame
Day after day
Finding our way
We were trying to find something different
But it’s all the same
Well we ended up in LA
In a one room shack
But I moved back
When the whole world began to quake
Jonny stayed in a Malibu haze
Trying to be a star
Heard he lived in his car
Til he found a hustle he could make
We went our separate ways
Navigating the maze
Wondering who would find the end
And leave the stars ablaze
Out on the road
Into the cold
We were young and running on nothing
Searching for fame
Day after day
Finding our way
We were trying to find something different
But it’s all the same
Every now and then I drive by
Our home town
They shut the factories down
And left the place to rot
I still dream of the things
And wonder what might have been
Can’t go back to when
So I do best with what I’ve got
Out on the road
Into the cold
We were young and running on nothing
Searching for fame
Day after day
Finding our way
We were trying to find something different
But it’s all the same
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Luke Payne - Beignets
03:01
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because you were only here briefly
because you were just passing through
you never intended to unpack your bags
but you offered to spit shine my shoes
we shared beignets by the clock tower
we swapped shadows by the light of the moon
we forgot all about where we came from
and the places we must return to
we discovered a light in the darkness
just as it was starting to rain
you blushed at my butterfly kisses
and sutured my bleeding refrains
I might have known you were a figment
you were a cartoon desert mirage
the dream of some parking lot attendant
fast asleep in his empty garage
it’s still hidden after so many seasons
it’s still not clear whodunnit or for what reason
while Schrödinger's cat waits for someone to see him
is he dead or alive?
now I remember the shadows
from the day when the moon blocked the sun
crescents overlapped liked the scales of a snake
and revealed how the spindle was spun
now crossing my mind in three quarter time
is a small family of deer
graceful and slow, i watch them go
leaving the meadow clear
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Shot out of cannons
You’re a flame with no fire
You’ve been rattling
So long in your cage
You got addicted to the
Strains of your choir
you’re just singing
The notes on the page
But don’t you know there’s
More here than what meets your eyes
When they’re closed so tight
You put on your rage
your perfect disguise
you’ve gone blind in your own spotlight
Buckshot
scattered in space
You don’t know the damage you’ve done
Blind spots
the gaps in your grace
You can’t help but flash all your guns
Next time, please aim before you shoot
As fast as mercury
The dash to the dial
With a compass
Whose true north is skewed
There’s none so dangerous
As a prophet of bile
with a steel spine
And tired platitudes
But don’t you know there’s
More here than what meets your eyes
When they’re closed so tight
You put on your rage
your perfect disguise
you’ve gone blind in your own spotlight
Buckshot
scattered in space
You don’t know the damage you’ve done
Blind spots
the gaps in your grace
You can’t help but flash all your guns
Next time, please aim before you shoot
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Blackberry wine
On the river Cymbaline
Mist a lonely eye
On the shores of our divide
At the church of St Hillaire
My Madonna hangs and cries
In a flash of light
You know that I just might
Pour me a glass of
Blackberry wine
Underneath a scorching sky
Wash away the why
Where the Saints go hide to die
Your portrait hangs just there
Lord I love your sweet disguise
I’m telling lies
It comes as no surprise
I need a glass of
Blackberry wine
Heady brew to greet the night
Ease the daily fight
Hide my view that wretched sight
A halo round her hair
Man I know that can’t be right
Now say goodbye
I’m passing time tonight
With my last glass of
Blackberry wine
In smoky sweet we snuff the light
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Hard Choices
Hard Choices yeah hard choices
Every day you wake up
There’s another hard choice
Hard Choices Hard choices
Holes in your pocket
and everything gets lost
I feel the dark clouds are in my head
And the thunderstorm thats a threat
Amid the chatter and noise thats ssid
Much rather stay hone and lay in bed
Hard Choices yeah Hard Choices
Running from the enemy
Running from regret
Hard Choices yeah hard choices
Hiding from the mailman
And the internet
I feel the dark clouds are in my head
And the thunderstorm thats a threat
Amid the chatter and noise thats ssid
Much rather stay home and lay in bed
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See a man who’s needs, a little more to eat
Bring him down a meal, with a big smile
Sleeping on the street, is not supposed to be
And we should not accept in silence
Celebrate humanity
Rise above the swirl
I’m just tryna change the world
You can write a letter, You can take a stand
You can spare a dollar, lend a helping hand
Never take for granted, a sing minute or a day
Never let them take your heart away
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v1:
We've all been here before, on the corner
Maybe Main Street, maybe not
She struggled through, I tried to warn her
But she gave me all she got
v2:
Got a friend who said he'd go back...
...in time to try to fix all his mistakes
But we know that we can't do that
Gotta move on, live with our fate
ch:
All at once, we watch the world turn
We feel alive, but we can't be certain
v3:
The lights are blinding, but it's OK
We just learn to shut it down
Doesn't matter what you're friends say
What goes around, it comes back down
ch:
All at once, we watch the world turn
We feel alive, but we can't be certain
v1.5:
We've all been here before, on the corner
Maybe Main Street, maybe not
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Momma’s got tears in her eyes
Because her baby’s gone
Momma it’s hard to see you cry
But I won’t let you cry alone
It’s been a long year, together we lost
A brother and a son
I wanna hear his belly laugh, too
It’s okay to come undone
It’s okay to come undone
It’s okay to miss your cue
I’m writin’ this song in a major key
Even though I wanna cry, too
Momma’s got tears in her eyes
Because her baby’s gone
Momma don’t like me to see her cry
But it’s okay to come undone
It’s okay to come undone
Sometimes it’s hard to glue
A broken heart back together
But I’m old enough to help you through
It’s okay to come undone
It’s okay to miss your cue
I’m writin’ this song in a major key
Even though I wanna cry, too
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