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Steve Lindsley - Family
04:29
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Family
It’s where I wanna be
Holidays they're calling me
To pack up the car and head east to see
Family
In Cary and Raleigh
It only takes a total hours of three
To get from home to where there’s family
It’s that time of year
Full of good tidings and cheer
Even COVID’s not strong enough
to separate us long enough
We’ve worn out masks as some insisted
Tried to keep a six feet distance
Just so when Christmas was over
Family could have us over
Family
It’s where I wanna be
Holidays they’re calling me
To pack up the car and head east to see
Family
Pink dip and manicotti
Pop a bottle of bourbon whiskey
And salads made of only green beans
They say it’s the ties that bind
And with a little bit of love you’ll find
That those who sweat together stick together
Especially in this springlike weather
It’s the memories that will last
Long after the days have passed
Wouldn’t trade it for a single thing
These moments I get to hang with
Family
It’s where I wanna be
Holidays they’re calling me
To pack up the car and head east to see
Family
Even more presents under the tree
But the best gift just may be
Post-dinner entertainment from my niece Riley
(I forgot the instructions. I'm on the stage. But no one comes on the stage, or they will not get a sticker then. Only if you don't come on the stage you will get a sticker. So tell me who doesn't listen. And if you fall off, you will land on the stage. And that's okay. But you will get a coin. No, no, be quiet. Be quiet, I said, look at me. So - no toy snakes, promise me. So, are you ready for the show?)
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Are you feeling like a walk or a run?
are you happy just to lie in the sun
Some days it’s a given
you chalk it up to living
On stun
when the fighter’s given up on the fight
what she sees when she looks up in the light
They don’t give you any warning
From morn to miss the mourning
So bright
Oh the devil’s in the details
All those shells that she sells
We know
she’ll run when she’s got rhythm
Tonight’s another prison
And so she’ll close her eyes again
Starts with nails and ends with numb
Held in place with chewing gum
She’ll stay where she started from
And sing herself to sleep
Once upon a warning bell
a pit stop on the road to hell
But she won’t hear your fare-thee-well
Lost in dreams so deep
Took the long way down to Parallel Street
Just to see the pavement under my feet
Oh the good days lay ahead
We will find that fountainhead
Where it flows
So I’ll turn off that old angry alarm
Leave her be til she won’t do herself harm
We can walk it off together
In fairer kinds of weather
She’ll charm me again
Oh the devil’s in the details
All those shells that she sells
We know
she’ll run when she’s got rhythm
Tonight’s another prison
And so she’ll close her eyes again
Starts with nails and ends with numb
Held in place with chewing gum
She’ll stay where she started from
And sing herself to sleep
Once upon a warning bell
a pit stop on the road to hell
But she won’t hear your fare-thee-well
Lost in dreams so deep
We’ll strike while we’re stronger
And we’ll strain where we’ve been struck
So rest while you can now
We’ll be back with any luck
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I RIPPED THE BANDAGE OFF
I WATCHED THE BLOOD JUST FALL…YEAH FALL
YOU SAID YOU LIKE THIS STUFF
MY BLOOD AND GUTS AND ALL…YEAH ALL
HE BROKE THE BOTTLE ON MY HEAD BECAUSE YOU SAID
YOU’D RATHER FUCKING DIE THAN EVER GIVE HIM HEAD
WELL HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT
AND WE SENT HIM BLOODY TO HIS GRAVE… HIS GRAVE
HE’LL NEVER BOTHER YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE I’LL SAY…NO WAY
THIS WORLD WILL THANK US SOON ENOUGH FOR TAKING OUT THE TRASH
THESE BLUE LIGHTS CHASING US
AND I’M RUNNING OUT OF GAS…WE WON’T LAST
THEY BLOCKED THE ROAD AHEAD
BUT I’M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT…YEAH THATS RIGHT
THERE’S NO ORANGE JUMPSUIT IN MY FUTURE GET THAT RIGHT
I’LL TAKE MY FINAL BREATHES AT GUNPOINT HERE TONIGHT
I’M MAKING PLANS FOR ME
BUT I CAN’T SPEAK FOR YOU
YOU GOTTA THINK REAL FAST
AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANNA DO
YOU SMOKE YOUR CIGARETTE
AS I’M PICKING UP THE SPEED
THEY’VE GOT THEIR GUNS AND POINTING THEM AT ME
IT’S BEEN A BLAST, YOU’VE BEEN A HOOT NOT GONNA LIE
NOW HOLD YOUR BREATHE, AND SQUEEZE MY HAND …WE’RE GONNA DIE
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Why do they look at me this way?
They stare me down like they want to kill me off
My own blood would rather leave me to myself
Than to call me one of their own, though we are flesh and blood
Head of the empire so brave
But I feel he doesn’t care that much for me
My own Pa would rather leave me out for dead
Than to call me his own son, though we are just flesh and blood
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Roland and his brother James
Roland and his brother James
Were rolling down the hill
Roland and his brother James in a Coup De Ville
Roland slams down on the brakes
And his brother James turns away
And laughs
Roland and his brother James
Roland and his brother james
Are swinging on a swing
Roland and his brother James
Waiting in the wings
Roland keeps a steady hand
While James he turns away and starts to laugh
Roland and his brother James
James It’s funny funny world
Roland it’s funny funny world
Roland keeps an Ace of Hearts
Hidden in his sleeve
James hides behind the curtain
Wishing he could leave
Roland shows a sleight of hand
With a deck of playing cards
Roland and his brother James
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Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon on me
I’m feelin’ might sickly
And this cough’s lasted for weeks
Exeter, Rhode Island twas
The home of somethin’ foul
People dropped like flies because
Some evil lurked around
Pastor said the devil
Had come home therein to roost
All he really wanted
Was to give his church a boost
Torches lit, the people came
Demanding answers to
The question they’d been asking
The blame belonged to who
Fair Mary Eliza was the first one taken down
Daughter Mary Olive, soon joined her in the ground
When brother Edwin, threatened to shuffle mortal coil
Daddy George soon gave his leave to pull Mercy from the soil
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
My color seems a’drainin’
And it’s hurting me to breathe
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
We dug up your young body
And scattered you to the breeze
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
As I lay here still dying
I don’t think you killed me
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7. |
Luke Payne - Big Empty
03:33
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I’ve got a big empty feeling
Like the sky is my ceiling
Like a rock but I’m reeling
Like I’m bad at concealing
Whatever I’m feeling
Whatever
I’m
Feeling
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I been writing a song for you
And I know that it’s overdue
But all the words I could say
Couldn’t fit on the page
There is so much to include
You have always been there for me
Loved me unconditionally
And every time I’ve been down
You have turned me around
Help me live my destiny
And maybe I don’t
Say it enough
But I hope that I let it show
I need you to know
You are the two
Most important people in my life
I hope that you know that I love you
You are the two
Most important people in my life
I hope that you know
I hope that you know that I love you
You have shown me what love can be
You’re the reason that I believe
I can do anything, follow all of my dreams
‘Cause you love and believe in me
And maybe I don’t
Say it enough
But I hope that it’s coming through
In this song that I wrote for you
You are the two
Most important people in my life
I hope that you know that I love you
You are the two
Most important people in my life
I hope that you know, I hope that you know
And I don’t wanna think about
How my life would be without
You by my side to guide me on my way
More than Mother’s and Father’s Day
No, I don’t need a holiday
To say how much you really mean to me
I want you to know that I love you
You are the two
Most important people in my life
I hope that you know
I hope that you know that I love you
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v1:
You learned how to walk away
But tell me now, what if you'd stayed
You're counting the days away
Too many more and it's too late
ch:
Do you know what it's like to feel uninspired?
To be nothing but tired, to be nothing but gone
You step up to the mic
Gonna make your play
But all you do is say, "is this thing even on?"
v2:
You think that your mind's made up
Don't count on time, don't count on luck
Desire should be enough
A little grace, a lot of trust
ch:
Do you know what it's like to feel uninspired?
To be nothing but tired, to be nothing but gone
You step up to the mic
Gonna make your play
But all you do is say, "is this thing even on?"
-- insert guitar solo here --
v1.5:
You learned how to walk away
But tell me now, what if you'd stayed
ch:
Do you know what it's like to feel uninspired?
To be nothing but tired, to be nothing but gone
You step up to the mic
Gonna make your play
But all you do is say, "is this thing on?"
ch:
Do you know what it's like to feel uninspired?
To be nothing but tired, to be nothing but gone
You step into the light
You're kicking the stars
What's yours is ours
Go ahead and sing your song
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A Dodo In A Cage
(So true, Love)
My Not-So-True Love gave to me
This list of fine things she let on and on were my desserts:
Two bottles of Aveda Sun Source
A year's supply of leaded gasoline
A full complement of Lawn Jarts
Harris Teeter brand SpaghettiOs
Four sets of wiper blade inserts
A Dodo in a cage
A little dignity
Maybe a clue
A Dodo in a cage
My Not-So-True Love gave to me:
A Jan's House breakfast
Ziggy's tickets
A year's subscription to Leg Show magazine
A bag of stems and seeds
A little dignity
Maybe a clue
A Dodo in a cage
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Rolling along with the hills
Back roads to Tennessee taking it slow
Feels good to burn up the bills
And think of anywhere to go
I go away…
Almost a taste of summertime
Short sleeves on every arm we see
Ice cream, unopened bottle of wine
Maybe it will disappear by 3
Fireworks across the skyline
Hope is on the lips of everyone
Even though we should be confined
Open air is filling our lungs
Filling our lungs…
Wake up to a warning, hit the road
Black clouds and devastation, you know
Banana pudding from a gas station, though
At home waiting for it to snow
Waiting for it snow….
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I'm coming in hot from Alpharetta
With a million things on my mind
I try to turn the radio up and forget em
But you know, Momma, I ain't blind
I see the glazed over look in your eyes
I see the pain that you're tryin to hide
I see the years of tryin to pretend that smilin's
Gonna make everything alright
Never let a southern woman tell ya
Everything turned out just fine
She'll wrap all her troubles up in Shevelva
Take a nice long shower and cry
I see the glazed over look in her eyes
I see the pain that she's tryin to hide
I see the years of tryin to pretend that smilin's
Gonna make everything alright
Oh why-yyyyy
Can't you tell me
What tears your heart in two
Oh I promise not
To rescue you
I'm coming in hot from Alpharetta
With a million things on my mind
I try to turn the radio up and forget em
But you know, Momma, I ain't blind
I see the glazed over look in my eyes
I see the pain that I'm tryin to hide
I see the years of tryin to pretend that smilin's
Gonna make everything alright
I know the years of tryin to pretend I'm smilin
Won't make everything alright
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