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Do you wanna come sing on my show
We’ll make you famous you know
We’ll make you a star
Don’t you wanna be on TV
Then everybody can see
You’ll go oh so far
But wait, what about my art
What about my heart
It’s not in this shit
Oh, don’t worry your head
We’re still in the red
We’ve got cash to recoup
Put on this suit and tighten that tie
All your fans are gonna die
We’ll make millions on you
We’ve tested the market and gotten results
Our finger is firmly on the pulse
We’re pushing you through
But wait, what about my soul
This is out of control
I didn’t sign up for this
Oh, I’m afraid that you did
I’m sorry kid
But we own you now
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There’s a crack in the foundation
Deep along the edge
It’s impossible to miss it
Only when truth is left unsaid
We all know it’s been broken for awhile
We’ve seen it there before
And still we feed on the narratives
Embrace the lies as we make up more
Oh, oh oh
Another brick in the walls between us
Oh, oh oh
Another nail in the hands of love
They say it’s just the order of things
Not everyone’s the same
As they exercise their privilege
And point the finger where to cast the blame
They claim not to be the broken ones
That was so very long ago
But they’re living out the legacy
You always reap what others sow
Oh, oh oh
Another brick in the walls between us
Oh, oh oh
Another nail in the hands of love
See the flames go
Higher and higher
Here we are living
Out on a wire
See the flames go
Higher and higher
We are still living
Out on a wire
I am tired of the excuses
My patience is worn thin
But not as much as those who have to live
In the shadows of our sins
So take your manufactured indignation
Shrouded in piety
You might fool the blinded masses
But you’re not fooling me
Oh, oh oh
Another brick in the walls between us
Oh, oh oh
Another nail in the hands of love
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when we were born
didn't know what love was
just crying out and your mother came
did what a mother does
and she wrapped you in a blanket
and she held you in her arms
whispered to you sweetly
protected you from harm
it didn't take long for you to belong to love
was it morai and Venus who conspired
said all will find love
before their light expires
I've never known the feeling
of not knowing and needing love
I was given this flame early
given more than enough
it didn't take long before I belonged to love
I don't want to live without it
it's a piece of who I am
if it ever leaves ill follow
til I find it again
I see a world refracted by it's
warm and tender lens
I don't ever want it to leave
have you ever given it
to one who's never felt its touch
they never knew they needed it
then they couldn't get enough
then they run into your arms
and they give it back to you
and fill you up like the first time
did you feel renewed
it didn't take long for you to belong to love
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Old man winter can try
But his might ain’t much in the desert
Maybe a chill
In the wind that blows
And the blue hawk flies away home
Not much of a thaw in the spring
Just rain that stays for days
It’s hard to move
But you have to try
And the blue hawk keeps from the sky
Then the anvil of summer arrives
And the desert feels it’s rebirth
Santa Ana may blow
Like a roaring freight train
And blue hawk starts flying again
When the sky turns to autumn
Doesn’t mean the sun is cool
The air can parch
The sand can burn
When the blue hawk makes her return
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I painted the porch and it looks real nice
I got a cooler that's filled up with beer and ice
I got some buddies gonna drop by tonight
We're gonna make a little music and watch the cars go by
This house was my daddy's and his daddy before
Granddaddy built it back before teh war
he built this porch out of knobby pine
So he could sit out here and watch teh cars go by
SITTING ON THE PORCH AND WATCHING CARS GO BY
SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEMS OVER HOMEMADE WINE
TUNE IN THE OPRY EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC AND WATCH THE CARS GO BY
He bought a guitar from Montgomery Wards
Some Black diamond strings and a book of chords
Listen to the Opry every Saturday Night
Try to play along and watch the cars go by|
He learned how to play and taught my daddy too
it didn't take long to get pretty good
The front yard would fill with people at night
just to listen to the music and watch the cars go by
SITTING ON THE PORCH AND WATCHING CARS GO BY
SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEMS OVER HOMEMADE WINE
TUNE IN THE OPRY EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC AND WATCH THE CARS GO BY
When I got old enough, my daddy taught me
We'd all pick together just us three
May times we played until mornings light
Spending time together and watching cars go by
Granddaddy passed away at age 95
He gathered us together just before he dies
He said scatter my ashes on the front hillside
so I can listen to the music and watch the cars go by
SITTING ON THE PORCH AND WATCHING CARS GO BY
SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEMS OVER HOMEMADE WINE
TUNE IN THE OPRY EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC AND WATCH THE CARS GO BY
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AG Y'all - Balance
02:51
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I know you
Where you went
Left me lost
Broke and bent
Rushing you out
On a train that’s bound for glory
Rushing you out
On the next one out of town
What’d I tell you
can’t be sticking to a story
Can’t recall the code
You might be going down
There was a time
I’d have walked out on the water
There was time
I’d have done the bit for you
But here you go
leading all your lambs to slaughter
I never thought you’d be
the one to turn the screw
I saw you
Where you went
Left me lost
Broke and bent
I used to watch you while you’d
Sleep so fitful
I used to wonder what you dreamed
But now you’ve woken and the
Nightmare’s ending
And no one’s what they seemed
I wanna pretend
There was a moment ‘fore you stepped out
I wanna pretend
That you paused and saw my face
I wanna pretend
You were sorry for a second
Before your shame all
Disappeared without a trace
Some of us kill
Without a moment’s hesitation
Some of us have to learn
To lie to our own face
Were you the one that made the
easy calculation
The belladonna underneath
your Queen Anne’s lace
I saw you
Where you went
Left me lost
Broke and bent
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v1:
A bit about me? I'm pretty good with faces
but if you tell me your name, I might forget
Ain't been to Spain, but I've seen so many places
Thought I'd travel the world, but it hasn't happened yet
ch:
I try to be kind, and I do my best to find
the one little thing that might bring you joy
Sometimes I fall, but that ain't all
I'll find the nearest spirit to destroy
v2:
I'm getting better, at least I tell myself
I could use a little help, I'll probably turn it down
Check out the weather, here in mid-September
I should remember to spread some love around
ch:
I try to be kind, and I do my best to find
the one little thing that might bring you joy
Sometimes I fall, but that ain't all
I'll find the nearest spirit to destroy
-- some sort of bridge --
v3:
A bit about me? I used to worry that I'd fail
I've got dozens of mistakes that I'm proud to call mine
Now I know that wonder will prevail
if I let it, and I let it... most of the time
ch:
I try to be kind, and I do my best to find
the one little thing that might bring you joy
Sometimes I fall, but I'll get up, even if I crawl
and lay out my pride to destroy
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Alabaster bird
With a broken wing
Rickenbacker 12
With those Black Diamond strings
Diamond back rattler
With a deadly sting
Charcoal on canvas
Everybody looking
For a song to sing
Everybody waiting
For the telephone to ring
Everybody’s acting cause
The play is the thing
Groove cut in vinyl
I’m walking through the gallery
I’m walking through the galleria
Telegenic smile
Flashes on her face
Every little thing
Settled in it’s right place
Wondering if she hears
My heart start to race
Pencil on moleskin
Alimony sweets
On her little teeth
puts em neath the pillow
But she doesn’t believe
Cavities served up
With a side of deceit
Felt tip on napkin
I’m walking through the gallery
I’m walking through the galleria
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I’ll Make it Right
I Gotta pay some bills
so I put it on the credit card
waiting on the corner
shaping up for a job
another gig
Where I use to live
Feel like I’m fading falling all over a cliff
I’ll make it right baby
I’ll make it right baby
Cause I hate to be wrong
I’ll make it right baby
I’ll make it right baby
Cause I hate to be wrong on a Saturday night
38th Street and 8th
Better than the night shift
I get so lost it Worries me
and gets me sick
and I pay the cost and I can’t get over it
And my fret are dragging
Feel like i’m stuck in it
Got to meet my bills
Square up my tab at the bar
Got to pay the rent
and the registration on my car
Try to stay above ground
Try to keep it up to par
Feeling down
I’ll make it right baby
I’ll make it right baby
Cause I hate to be wrong
I’ll make it right baby
I’ll make it right baby
Cause I hate to be wrong on a Saturday night
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In your ivory tower, holy mother gasoline
Riches bury you under stain of silver screens
Love stories of a thousand master’s whips cracked, you came
And Mussolini fan fiction rot in floating wooden frames
Your fascist love life missive it held me by the balls
Freed me from my bondage while I was climbin’ up the walls
Ain’t nothin’ doin’ baby, I’ll just lay right here and bleed
Better angels of our nature never bringin’ what I need
What the fuck is happening, oh my Lord, my God above
Send horses and my chariot, the blessings of a dove
Don’t really give a shit if it’s Hell or if it’s bliss
Send me out a lifeline or a spare a frigid kiss
See my life a’flashin’ oh baby, all the horrid I have done
Lucidity is waverin’, but man I had some fun
The bats are in the belfry, they ring the end time bells
Hear singing in the distance, the songs of seven hells
Oh my sweetest Ishtar come crawling back for me
You’ll find me at the bottom set aflame and sipping tea
Antediluvian desert flying high with broken wings
An archetype of legend, we classic fuckboi kings
I’m just a lowly shepherd runnin’ game invading beds
Call me Cain or Abel, but I’m around a’bustin’ heads
The galla they’re a comin’ won’t you come and take my place
Or fling me in the sun so they’ll never see my face
Running seems so easy, but I still can’t move my legs
My heresies a’comin’, singing songs about the dead
My personal apocalypse, I hear the labored cries
The fevered blips and horrid shit are shedding their disguise
Oh please won’t someone rid me of this goddamn nosy priest
Something wicked’s on its way and it’s hungry for a feast
I see a shape of shadows strolling towards me from the east
The smell of gas and steel and blood, the foggy breath of fellsome beasts
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There’s too many miles
To go
It’s too late to turn around
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The moon is in the sky
And all the stars of heaven
Shining down
All of time goes by
And melts into the hungry
Spinning ground
———
There’s too many miles
To go
It’s too late to turn around
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There ain’t no time to light a candle
Ain’t no time to find out who,
Sometimes the spirits just start moving and they
Wanna move through you
My sister understood these things
I just felt them through and through
They welled up in my body
I kept dragging that canoe
She says I was clairvoyant
Had the eyes she never knew
Felt the pain of ancestors
And painted every hue
There ain’t no time to light a candle
Ain’t no time to find out who,
Sometimes the spirits just start painting and they
Wanna paint through you
I don’t know how to mend the rift
I don’t know how to glue
The hearts of you who walked the Trail
Of Tears without your shoes
I sat there on the bridge that day and my
Heart just overthrew
The black diamond rattler in our
Primordial soup
No time to light a candle
No time to find out who
Sometimes the spirits just start moving and they
Wanna move through you
I sat there on the bridge that day and my
Heart just overthrew
The pain that upon the Tennessee
Of dragging that canoe
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