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I’m just a man and I need no one
I’ll live this life until the livings undone
I once had a girl or did she have me
That was the question on commercial T.V.
I like to stand and I like to lie
Every now and then I just love a goodbye
It keeps things fresh and it keeps things in tune
It puts the dirt under the carpet and it saves all the brooms
*Chorus
Because if Impulse was a Misdemeanor
And Curiosity a Felony
I’d be locked up for the rest of eternity
*(Repeat)
The rocks they like eons and the pigs they like mud
Or it’s just some damned association by the two-legged thugs
It’s all over mined and it’s all underlain
By conspiracy detectives that throw all the blame
*Chorus
I’ve done things wrong and I’ve done things hard
I was told I was right, but only in part
I like to stand and I like to lie
Every now and then I just love a goodbye
*Chorus
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Three Blind Angels
03:03
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I’ve got three blind angels leading me down
To some promised land that ain’t been found
I got people making promises and preachers making prayers
Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear
I got three blind angels leading me down
Don’t call me Ishmael don’t call me Abraham
You can have that pillar of salt and Lot’s laden
I got people making promises and preachers making prayers
Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear
I got three blind angels leading me down
I have a conscious on one shoulder with some scales on the other
I’m a peddling pot at the edge of my holler
I got people making promises and preachers making prayers
Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear
I got three blind angels leading me down
I got some dirty laundry with an empty basket
I got nine Buddhist monks listening to Black Sabbath
I got people making promises and preachers making prayers
Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear
Three blind angels leading me down
I’ve got three blind angels leading me down
To some promised land that ain’t been found
I got people making promises and preachers making prayers
Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear
I got three blind angels leading me down
I got three blind angels leading me down.
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Never Land
03:27
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Once upon a time Grace went to school
Folks her age gathered there and for a time it was cool
She first lived in a tower of Ivory and learning
She got a job in a bar and made a habit of her earnings
Ignatius moved to town ideals flowing strong
Fueled by books he’d read but the nights they grew long
He discovered her life all shrouded in a lie
And with a few happy thoughts they’d discovered they could fly
*Chorus
Because the crocs don’t eat clocks and the lost boys age
You can drink to eternal youth if only for the day
The pixie dust is music and the pirates are all friends
But the price paid is time here in never land
Tiresias came for reasons of teaching
Imparting unending knowledge to the ungrowing children
His life then awoke to the sounds of a cannon
He jumped up to his feet and joined the last left among them
*Chorus
The thread stitched the memory the thimble saved their thumbs
Years were well spent only youth had succumbed
After breaking all the clocks of the water locked land
They had all tried the part of the next Peter Pan
*Chorus
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Lead Filled Can
02:31
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Lay me down in a pile made of wood
Some Kentucky straight bourbon cover me real good
You can lock up your heart and throw away the key
Just forget about our past and my insanity
Lock yourself up in your own head
Pretend that your world is a bucket full of lead
Wind blows south weather comes from the west
Throw me out in your keepsake chest
Ideals may fly Ideals may fall
Ideas may keep you above us all
But one thing’s for certain I said one thing’s for sure
We all get old and call this short life a blur
I may not nor will I be
A perfect example of intellectuality
In fact I most favor the ape you say that I am
But only for breaking my toe on your lead filled can
Lay me down in a pile made of wood
Some Kentucky straight bourbon cover me real good
You can lock up your heart I’ve done swallowed the key
Just forget about our past and my insanity
I said forget about our past and my insanity
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Melody Don't Hurt
03:11
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There's water supplied by a poor mountain puddle
There’s a harp being blown by a train in the tunnel
There are moans singing chorus from a mountain mining folk
There's songs being sang about the harvest and smoke
*Chorus
Melody don’t hurt but words may stain
A perfectly good bass line too low to blame
This guitar is always screaming about groove and refrain
While the drums beat on like an eastbound train
If you stay here too long you’ll be soaked through the skin
You’ll claim ole’ Monroe and his roaming mandolin
You may even begin to believe in ghost
Before all the riddles unravel in your throat
*Chorus
You don’t go far here to hear songs in the wind
Life is so slow time takes time to mend
Just a up the hill around the old spring gully
There’s a fiddle tending still to Red Haired Boy
*Chorus
Blood and coal are all you’ll find in these veins
Debt and scripture fill the holes with blame
The laurels catch dew bye and bye
As the hills wear down and the creeks go dry
*Chorus
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Mean Ole' Woman
03:21
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You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me,
You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me,
You looked at me so mean that I promised you the world,
You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me.
You looked at me and I promised you the world,
Yeah you looked at me and I promised you the world,
It was the only way that I thought I’d get you back home,
You looked at me and I promised you the world.
It was the only way that I thought I’d get you back home,
It was the only way I thought I’d get you back home,
I didn’t have no money and your other man was gone,
It was the only way I thought I’d get you back home.
Didn’t have much money but your better man he was gone,
Didn’t have much money and your better man was gone,
I don’t regret it baby cause your always in my soul,
Have much money and your better man he was gone.
I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs,
I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs,
I don’t care what happens I ain’t going to let you go,
I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs.
I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go,
I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go,
I done checked on the price and this mean ole’ world it was sold,
I don’t care what happens I ain’t going to let you go.
I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go.
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Promise Then A Sigh
04:12
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Bluejays they fights and bandits they steal
Tadpoles turn to frogs or some fish’s next meal
Wheat grows in the spring and some in the fall
Some trees grow out and other trees grow tall
The smog builds up like the scars on my heart
Some days run together and I blame them on the dark
Subjectivity grows through analogies that change my mind
Some lessons through others some through wasting time
*Chorus
It’s just the way that it is
It ain’t going to change
It’s just the way that I *(we are) am
There is no one (left) to blame
Just moments ago I heard some trumpets from above
Just a few days back I heard some footsteps I felt loved
Like a puppy is only cute for a month or two
The dog grows up and chews up one of your favorite shoes
*Chorus
Seems a moments just a minute when I’m bored out of my mind
Sometimes it passes quickly like a quarter in some wine
Night seems much lonelier when there’s no one by your side
But then there’s not much heavier than a promise then a sigh
*Chorus
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Whiskey Was A Savior
03:32
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Life seems like a train never stopping for the side streets
And going one direction for awhile
You come to a fork and you make your one selection
You put your head down as if you made the right one now
With age there comes reason and reasons come decisions
Decisions I should have and not have made
With women there comes question and questions come answers
Answers I should never have gave
*Chorus
Now looking back on the past that I’ve lived through
And the friends that have stuck around for the times
The whiskey was the savior and the buffer in between us
To keep things simple and to hide
I still remember mornings and the sunlight we shared
And the way that she kissed me through the glare
All I wanted was some company but complexity intrigues her
So she kicked me out and I walked on my own
So to me the very way of lacking this confusion
Is to keep things as simple as I can
To go on without her so that she can be about her
And the pain grows no further within
*Chorus
Now we all think were right and the other persons wrong
And they couldn’t understand what its like to be me
It all sounds kind of silly like another country song
And the fact that it makes good sense for now
*Chorus
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Sophisticated Psycho Soccer Moms
And big white fancy Fords
Willie Wonka laced lollipops
Trickle down from laundering lords.
Mythologically maimed men
Dating runway riding Heras
Composing concentrated sin
Silenced by the Beverly Hills concerta.
Forty Days of imaginary work
Filling fifteen Boston cremes
Forty nights of unemployed storks
Our enthusiasm unraveling at the seams.
Balls bouncing from skyscrapers
With silk teddies on the tube
Classic Greek stories recycled
Sold with gaunt and silicon folks.
Lonely nights with closet clowns
Sprinkle sparkle studded spheres
When only fantasy chicken stalls
Conquers our conquistador driven fears.
They've outlawed all the opium dens
But cast out off cocoa piers
Fishing with commemorative Hilton pins
While throwing back all over-thinking seers.
We wind up our alarm clocks
And walk our wobbled waltz to work.
While dancing through the fabled flock
We carefully compliment the title-ridden jerk.
Penitentiary inspired apartments
Rank us monetarily graded cattle
While the sick are smoking sordid lent
From spiritually sponsored pipes of battle.
Blowing on burning Bossa riffs
With a deep denial of dirt
We kill the plants and pad the cliffs
So unsanctified siblings hurt.
We have standardized sane schooling
The impressed push political possession
To drink the juice of the drooling
All while organizing lies through a coffee inspired confession.
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A little place known as the mouth of the mountains
A little place been passed, since the bypass was built
I used to know everybody, but now there is no one
I almost forgot myself until I realized my guilt
*Chorus
What was the time? Where was the day?
Who’s throwing the party? Who just got paid?
Small towns, bags, and change got us through growing
But, it’s falling away from friends that hurts…without knowing
I'd go home as late as possible
I'd go home when the daylight was turned
Nothing there for me but a hurt group of family
Nothing there for me that hadn’t already burned
*Chorus
I’ve known you forever, your faults, friends, and family
You’ve known all my stories, since I first made them up
We drank to our health and smoked to our memory
You held pride to my head until I took the last sup
*Chorus
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Broke
04:41
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Who--am I going to wake up in the mornings
Whose gonna tell me bye
Whose gonna ask, where it is that I’m going
Whose gonna know when it is that I lie
Is it me or is the circle almost broken
Is it me or is it coldest before sunrise
Is it me or are you trying to keep me unspoken
Or is it me, drowning in the guilty tears that I cry
I’m supposed to be, a god fearing man
I’m supposed to stand like an oak
We’re supposed to live off the fat of the lamb
I’m supposed to bend, but I fear I’m already broke
So where is this journey going
How long will you be gone
Is it comfortable where it is that your staying
Are your days this painfully long
So if I go, are you going to be there
If I come, will you already be gone
*Through lady luck, will cards be on the table
Or if I fold, will it just be another song
*Tag
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Eddy Green Chicago, Illinois
Eddy fell in love with music while digging through his mother’s records as a child. The end result has been performing, recording and songwriting throughout his adult life. His music resembles a melting pot of Bluegrass, Country, Blues and Soul that ends up in the camp of a little Rock n’ Roll. ... more
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