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Checkout
03:10
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You scare your life away
with only the words that you speak
Your final hour is far away,
but you can't help taking a peak
Ever since the day that you were born,
you were painfully aware
from this realm of existence, you'd be torn
You watch the sunset every day,
and crawl into your bed and pray
that today won't be the day your mighty father takes you away
But where did all of your time go?
And what more is there to see?
We're all fucked as far as I know --
to be damned is just to be
And if you rise above the highest plains,
would you stare him in the eyes
and take his holy name in vain?
What are you afraid of?
Oh, are you afraid that he'll be gone?
Packed his bags, hit the freeway, and moved on?
Your heart will break, it's all for naught
Go on back down to what you got
You swarm your head with passing thoughts,
had something else to say but you forgot
You shout to a void of apathetic ears
The times they are a-changin,'
but no one takes the time to hear
You choose to push your flowers
before they had a chance to bloom
You take your final bow before the band stops the tune
Oh, but what are you afraid of?
Oh, are you scared to never know
when it's time to don your wooden overcoat?
You exit with a final kiss
and a solemn wave to the wife and kids
There must be something more than this,
there has to be something more than this
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Huckleberry
04:11
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Drove into Cleveland at 2 in the morning
drinking coffee and listening to talk radio
Because even with the warning,
I wasn't ready to let go
Drag racing against time, reason, and rhyme
As I try to keep the moments memorized
With each passing day, hold my breath under waves
as I chew on the words that I wish I could say
You asked me where god was,
I said, 'I don't know'
Didn't have the heart to say he just might not show
Preacher came 'round, fed you the host
We sat there watching surrounded by ghosts
Blood of your sins pushed through a syringe
before making its way back to Chagrin
As thoughts in my head hung heavy like lead,
This fear's for the living, it ain't for the dead
I walked into the room in a silvery haze
As the radio crooned,
No, I won't forget to put flowers at your grave
My huckleberry friend,
you did it, that's the end
And I'll be seeing you around the next riverbend
You'd seen it all before,
with eyes on brighter shores,
you clocked out of this game of pretend
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Pink Moon
03:33
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Rose petal shrouded moon proceeded
to cut on through the night sky the day that you died
Wispy clouds ran right past
a solemn and unchanging mask
of Midwestern melancholic moonlight
We are here, they are there
So begins a new way of being
How much can you care?
Have you found the right key to sing in?
All I could do was stare at the heavens up above
Trying to get a glimpse of a star that shows
you got to where you were going
How do you mourn everyman's son?
Put on a record from '71
and dance along to dirges full of life
Rinse it out with Bulleit shots
as every house chews on the thought
that nothing good or bad in the end survives
We are here, they are there
So begins a new way of being
How much can you care?
Have you found the right key to sing in?
All I could do was stare at the heavens up above
Trying to get a glimpse of a star that shows
you got to where you were going
And all I could think to say,
that is, all that was on my mind
Was hanging over our sleepy city
the full moon was especially pretty
the night that John Prine died.
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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky
Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.
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