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No Gains, No Losses
03:08
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We kept our eyes locked on the sky the whole time that summer
the smell of wine and turpentine the only thing
that was keeping us from going under
Fields of tall grass where we’d sit on our asses
talking about life and love
and how the two combine
Flicking hot ash on me to piss me off,
but laughing through it,
cause you and I both know I don’t really mind
No rules or promises could stop us now, or so we thought
You were just another guy, and I another girl to you,
no gains no losses
Tripping over rocks and boulders to a concrete island hidden away
Spray painted and a little tainted with the best and the worst, the time I got kicked out; when I ran away
Fields of tall grass where we’d sit on our asses
talking about life and love
and how the two combine
Flicking hot ash on me to piss me off,
but laughing through it,
cause you and I both know I don’t really mind
No rules or promises could stop us now, or so we thought
You were just another guy, and I another girl to you,
no gains no losses
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Eve
04:25
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I was walking through the garden by myself one summer day
when a heartstoppingly handsome man walked infront of my way
He said “Hey there, darlin, I’d like to walk you around
and if you’d have me, I’d sure gladly
parade your pretty little self around town”
and that’s when I started to frown
You see, his eyes were black as coal, and not of the loving kind
Been down this old road before
could buy a dozen of him for just one dime
I says, “No I’m fine, baby, but thanks”
and continued on my line
He said “Hey, little darlin, little doll,
won’t you let me change your mind?”
Cause even the devil was an angel at one time
Old Lucy himself was just a soldier that was prone to falling out of line
And see now we as the chosen damned
ain’t got shit to do with our idle hands
so we tease around the lines until we find
That often time the best things in life
are just the kind old Lucy had in mind
A heart that’s prone to wander ain’t no heart for me
until you get a taste of fruit from off that tree
and then you start to wonder deep down under your gut
if this is where you’re supposed to be?
The curse of man is that we can choose if we want it,
being damned doesn’t sound too bad,
after all everyone seems on it. Why not I?
Can’t stand to let that pass me by
Cause even the devil was an angel at one time
Old Lucy himself was just a soldier that was prone to falling out of line
And see now we as the chosen damned
ain’t got shit to do with our idle hands
so we tease around the lines until we find
That often time the best things in life
are just the kind old Lucy had in mind
And his words they touched me soft,
sent little goosebumps on my skin
and I thought about how often in this dance I would be in
so I walked out of the garden hand in hand with villain old
for even the sun can find a glint to catch
on a piece of fool’s gold
And even the devil was an angel at one time
Old Lucy himself was just a soldier that was prone to falling out of line
And see now we as the chosen damned
ain’t got shit to do with our idle hands
so we tease around the lines until we find
That often time the best things in life
are just the kind old Lucy had in mind
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Sweetheart
02:33
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This here’s my sweetheart
Sweet in name, but sweeter in soul
Gust of cold wind in the hot August air
weaving mandavillas through her hair,
she’ll cast a spell on you
And she much prefers the sandy earth
to wrap around her fingers than golden bands and diamonds,
meaningless things her image could be captured in
when her canvas warps and fades
She doesn’t care for the austere,
more inclined to the pleasant and wild
She’ll leave you with a song and a prayer
that heaven could be half as mild
as she, oh yes, she is my sweetheart
The mortal coil wasn’t ready to bind you
you ran off to where the fates call us
You had no more time to waste it was all just old news to you
She doesn’t care for the austere,
more inclined to the pleasant and wild
She’ll leave you with a song and a prayer
that heaven could be half as mild
as she, oh yes, she is my sweetheart
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Driftoff
03:16
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Where did the light go,
and can I get it back somehow?
Where did the light go,
I don’t remember shutting it out
Where does it all flow?
Is there a place that I can go
to retrieve my thoughts lost
in the drift-off of the Ohio
Because to me, well it all seems the same after a while
The dark doesn’t get any darker, it just starts to feel a little less wild
Less inviting than before
when I wished that I knew more,
bout as much as I do now
Where did the light go?
Just yesterday could have sworn they were on
Till you let me know
that I couldn’t be anymore wrong
Where did my mind go?
Moved pretty fast for taking it slow
Swept up and lost in the drift-off of the Ohio
Because to me, well it all seems the same after a while
The dark doesn’t get any darker, it just starts to feel a little less wild
Less inviting than before
when I wished that I knew more,
bout as much as I do now
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Black Hole
02:54
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Today I thought if I squeezed myself hard enough, would I pop
into a black hole never quite seen above us?
Yes I think that's where this old girl wants to go
To take off to a world untouched by twisted guts
and shaking hands cause all that's there, is all enough
with space to breathe and room to grow
Till then I'll be swimming in the spaceways
a lonely ship without a map
And all the stars shimmering in their own ways
fall through my hair and down my back
Today I thought if I squeezed myself hard enough, would I pop
into a black hole? Maybe then I'd learn to stop
the fire before it eats more thanI could ever save
A pistol prone to targeting itself
barrel blown only sufferer as well
and all that it took was the wrong day
Till then I'll be swimming in the spaceways
a lonely ship without a map
And all the stars shimmering in their own ways
fall through my hair and down my back
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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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