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Hourglass
03:46
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They say the best songs come from the worst of times
I think I’m ready for the limelight
It might get worse and I might write a better tune
Best thing you’ve ever heard and the worst thing I might ever do
I am an hourglass halfway filled with sand
Turn me over I want to go back to the beginning I am a grain of sand washed upon this land Waiting for my fall to come, God willing
Might not be worth it, it could panic with no purpose It could be the heart’s way of letting go
But i can’t help but sing, love is a melody
It gets stuck in your head, your heart and your soul
I am an hourglass halfway filled with sand
Turn me over I want to go back to the beginning I am a grain of sand washed upon this land Waiting for my fall to come, God willing
They say the best songs come from the worst of times
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Kerosene
03:19
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all my troubles, they’re growing in the yard
I should’ve mowed last month, now I’m too afraid to start All my worries, they’re dishes in the sink
I don’t entertain these days, what would my friends think?
But being alone ain’t good for healing
And sharing space feels like a chore I ain’t trying to deal with
Would you go out for me?
I need a book of matches and some kerosene There’s more than one way to get clean
I’m gonna burn down everything
Would you go out for me?
I need a book of matches and some kerosene There’s more than one way to get clean
I’m gonna burn down everything
All this thinking, it’s garbage in my brain
The smell has gotten rotten still I’m thinking just the same
If not for feeling, i could clean up my act
But I don’t feel like anything could bring the good times back
But being alone ain’t good for healing
And sharing space feels like a chore I ain’t trying to deal with
Would you go out for me?
I need a book of matches and some kerosene There’s more than one way to get clean
I’m gonna burn down everything
Would you go out for me?
I need a book of matches and some kerosene There’s more than one way to get clean
I’m gonna burn down everything
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Bootstap Nation
04:00
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There’s a 7-Eleven at 2nd and Division where all the hard luck falls
Shells of people stumbling around breaking down against that wall
When the red light flashes at the intersection you’re gonna get your court side seats
Fix your gaze in a far off direction
that’s trouble you just don’t need
Well, I guess that’s the nature of the Bootstrap Nation From the gutter to the pharmacy
Find yourself a means of exploitation
There ain’t nothing you can’t be
This American Dream
This American Dream
Big Jack’s Boy was raised to be a baller
He could run he could pass he could throw
Working on the dreams of his washed up father
It was the only life he’d known
It was a terrible sight when in the glare of them lights They carted Jack’s boy away
A brace on his neck, a cast on his arm
A bottle of pills to manage the pain
Well, I guess that’s the nature of the Bootstrap Nation From the gutter to the pharmacy
Find yourself a means of exploitation
There ain’t nothing you can’t be
This American Dream
This American Dream
Could be your mother or your father
Or your little baby brother
Or your strong sweet sister
Or your dear grandmother
Could be the unborn child you fought so hard to save Or the homeless kid you wish would go away
Could be the all American captain of the team Who broke in the light of the American Dream Could be everyone you love
Could be the best of us
Could be the abused, the traumatized and the innocent Could be the hole in Daddy’s arm
The rising sun
Could be the bottle of pills and the damage done Could be money in the bank, the human condition Could be he 7-Eleven at 2nd and Division
Well, I guess that’s the nature of the Bootstrap Nation From the gutter to the pharmacy
Find yourself a means of exploitation
There ain’t nothing you can’t be
This American Dream This American Dream
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4. |
Meantime
03:13
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A rusted blade lays on the surface
Don’t cut too deep you don’t deserve it Sometimes pain comes with a purpose And it’s hard to see it when you're hurting
And now there’s beating upon the drum from the inside
It’s getting harder and harder and something don’t feel right What do you do when you’re stuck in the meantime
It’s getting meaner and meaner and man, I don’t feel right
Sometimes the easiest thing to do is make it difficult
Instead of helping yourself you’re praying on a miracle
And now you’re holding your breath until you’re light in the head, why don’t you let it go? I guess the easiest thing to do is make it difficult
And now there’s beating upon the drum from the inside
It’s getting harder and harder and something don’t feel right What do you do when you’re stuck in the meantime
It’s getting meaner and meaner and man, I don’t feel right
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Country Gonna Kill Me
03:10
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Country gonna kill me,
Rough riding on the bench seat
Dead dog and the whiskey
Women they don’t love me
I’m living the life I’m singing about
Drinking n’ driving till the truck breaks down
Country gonna kill me
I was drinking at the pear tree
Big fella tried to tell me
Son, you ain’t even country
I spilled my beer all over his lap
I showed him who’s country when he kicked my ass
Could be the cigarettes could be the drinking
Could be these dangerous thoughts I been thinking
There’s a number of way I’m likely to go
But there’s only one thing I know for sure
When the time comes to lay this old dog down
They’ll be country music playing when they put me in the ground
Country gonna kill me
The whiskey done distilled me
They diagnosed and pilled me
And then the undertaker billed me
I died in debt I thought I had the last laugh
But the bastards tried to charge me for pushing up grass
Could be the cigarettes could be the drinking
Could be these dangerous thoughts I been thinking
There’s a number of way I’m likely to go
But there’s only one thing I know for sure
When the time comes to lay this old dog down
They’ll be country music playing when they put me in the ground
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House On Fire
03:51
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The house is on fire and there’s no way out I didn’t believe it and it’s too late now
Ain’t nothing to do, but just hang out
Watch the fire dance in your eye
I’ll take ya by the arm and I’ll spin ya around Brush your hair back kiss the sweat off your brow We don’t have long but we still got now
Let me hold you while there’s still time
I don’t need no rescue, this body will not burn
The smoke will start me dreaming and I’ll always dream of her When they search through the rubble, what do ya think they’ll find? Just two hearts fused together, your body wrapped round mine
If the window was open I would help you out
If the door wasn’t blocked I would break it down If there was anything at all that I could do now I’d be the first to let you know
When your world’s on fire and the panic sets in And it doesn’t feel like you will ever again
Be better, or happy or even content
Honey I know how that goes
I don’t need no rescue, this body will not burn
The smoke will start me dreaming and I’ll always dream of her When they search through the rubble, what do ya think they’ll find? Just two hearts fused together, your body wrapped round mine
And I know you’re hurtin’ you’ve got the tears to prove it
It’s so hard to hear the music when you’re crying out so loud Through this burning inferno we will emerge eternal
Melted down and made new we gotta let it all play out
I don’t need no rescue, this body will not burn
The smoke will start me dreaming and I’ll always dream of her When they search through the rubble, what do ya think they’ll find? Just two hearts fused together, your body wrapped round mine
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It Is Better
03:20
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Seems to me
We’ve been going about this wrong Getting all fixed up
And then spending the night at home
I guess it’s better than being broken
I guess it’s better than being dead
I don’t know how far I’ll go but I’m willing to do my best Yeah I’m willing to do my best
It is better
It is better
Don’t get lost on it Don’t look over
It is better
I don’t know
Maybe it just gets worse
It’s like an open book
But the pages just don’t turn
I guess it’s better than being broken
I guess it’s better than being dead
I don’t know how far I’ll go but I’m willing to do my best Yeah I’m willing to do my best
It is better
It is better
Don’t look over it Don’t get lost in it It is better
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Captain Toyota
03:03
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Please don’t ask me ‘bout how I’m doing
I’ve been getting on, I’ve been getting through it I took a turn down a real dark road,
but my lights are on and my tank is full
Somehow this rig just keeps going
Out here adrift on the asphalt ocean Falling asleep to that highway comotion Sounds a lot like the ocean to me
I am the captain of an old Toyota
I got friends everywhere I go
But most of the time I’m out here alone Ya gotta give up a lot to be free
Cuttin’ through the fog on a real dark night
I been keeping the faith I’ve been riding the line
I’ve been pissin’ in a bottle trying to make good time I’ve got nowhere to be, I can’t wait to arrive
Somehow this rig just keeps going
Out here adrift on the asphalt ocean Falling asleep to that highway comotion Sounds a lot like the ocean to me
I am the captain of an old Toyota
I got friends everywhere I go
But most of the time I’m out here alone Ya gotta give up a lot to be free
Ya gotta give up a lot to be free
Ain’t no way to say how this is gonna go
I could break down I could lose control
I been crossing my fingers hoping that lady luck holds She ain’t failed me yet, and I pray she don’t
Somehow this rig just keeps going
Out here adrift on the asphalt ocean Falling asleep to that highway comotion Sounds a lot like the ocean to me
I am the captain of an old Toyota
I got friends everywhere I go
But most of the time I’m out here alone Ya gotta give up a lot to be free
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All In Good Time
04:18
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Halfway fallen down
But not yet on the ground
A crowd has gathered round To watch it all play out
And time keeps on trying to break me But lately, i am disinclined
to let time come and claim me
This ain’t over I’ll be back again
It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when
And nobody makes it out alive
I am time and you are mine
And I think you’re crazy if you think you can escape me
All in good morning All in good evening All in good time
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Matt Mitchell Music Co.
Matt Mitchell Music Company is an original Americana project hailing from the Pacific Northwest. Centered around the old- soul, observational storytelling of Mitchell, MMMC brings Mitchell’s tunes to life in solo, acoustic duo/trio and full on, electrified band configurations. ... more
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