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Change
03:35
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Wind Blows, Things Change
Wind Blows, just the same
Babies born, old man dies
Babies born to a world of trials
Houses built, but home’s to blame
Houses built, just the same
Fall in Love, stumble out
Fall in love, shake and shout
Do that dance, Let’s get down
Do that dance, make that sound
Shake that thing, make me sweat
Shake that thing, like you ain’t shook yet
Home spun sin and homemade wine
Homespun sin through the halls of time
A broken heart like a hurricane
A broken heart, leave you scarred and maimed
Kill your pride, share the shame
Kill your pride, bury your pain
Wind Blows, Things Change
Wind Blows, just the same
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County Clay
02:53
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In the hills of a distant land
Out of childhood we did grow
Blessed with characters like this old man
Mixtures of memory and mythos
*Chorus
With the demeanor of a wise man
And the cadence of a sacred tome
He would twist one up and begin to sing,
“Foretold by the mighty spirit that sits upon the throne”
He was a pot-dealing prophet
On the edge of the County Clay
We would sit and sing to the wheezy rhythms
While the days were weighed away
*Chorus
There was always an epic
Exorcising every tear
Surrounded by falling faith
Researching the fearless fears
*Chorus
That holler number 5 was deep
And it harbored tales untold
They say dead men tell no secrets
The wind there was always cold
Once upon a dime we were young
Soon enough you won’t be
Learning lessons insane
Spinning yarns for few to see
*Chorus
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Destruction
02:41
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We’d think about destruction
And it would sound like this
We’d write about destruction
And it would sound like this
We’d light up cigarettes
And flip hair into place
We’d cut out a circle
And dare someone to take our shape
We’d come up with names
Like Torment, Asphalt and FRED
We’d call to the night
And come back tried and tested
We called to action
Conjured tales and wisdom
We’d tear down ideals
Then build up new ones
We’d sing about destruction
And it would sound like this
We’d play about destruction
And it sounds like this
(tag)
Yes it sounds like this
Yeah it sounds like this
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Those long boring days, in this little ole’ town
Couldn’t get no excitement none to be found
Nothing ever happens yet you hear it again
If something taste good it must be a sin
*Chorus
Papa if your willing, mamma don’t you pine
The creek done rose, a paddle nowhere in sight
Brothers’ in the middle, sister don’t you moan
It can always be said, there’s no place like home
Childhood’s short, with everything new
Getting somewhere is like pushing a canoe
The bank pulls you out all alone
Knowing if you tip, you’ll sink like a stone
*Chorus
Paddling gets lonesome, so you lure someone in
It’s never too late, to learn how to swim
A nest gets made, everything put in place
You learn how to cook but lie about taste
Break
It happens sooner than later, water gets still
Memory creeps in, need a home cooked meal
Too tired to tread water, you know where to come
When your boat starts sinking and your chicken is done
*Chorus
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Prayers and Memories
03:20
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This lonely ole’ river is full of blues, it runs from here all the way to you
Could not be happy with a simple life, had to go and leave for those sinful lights
Chorus*
Darlin’ please give up your dreams
Won’t you stay among these hills and streams
We could have it all have a happy home
Prayers and memories left me alone
I can’t forget your last prayer, to your heavenly father as I cursed and swear'd
The air grew grim, dark and sharp, I felt damnation over-take my heart
Chorus*
Oh, Darlin’ please give up your dreams
Won’t you stay among these hills and streams
We could have it all have a happy home
Prayers and memories left me alone
As I sit in horror, cry out-loud, the whippoorwills hum high lonesome sounds
With a bottle of Beam your memory fades, but won’t stayed buried in that shallow grave
Chorus*
Darlin’ please give up your dreams
Now you’ll stay among these hills and streams
We could’ve had it all had a happy home
Prayers and memories left me alone
Tag*
Prayers and Memories left me alone
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Pull of the Devil
03:23
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With this dark mind and this mean old revolver
I don’t trust myself and this pull of the devil
Been dreary since I landed in town
Never been nowhere else, I’m nowhere bound
Folks like me has been round long as light
Planting salt in wounds, growing fears about night
Been down since before what was declared right
Drink’n ash bitter coffee and a sixth sense sight
Once stamped a loser there’s no scrubbing that mark
Like washing the wound of the deadened heart
As the devil its my job to tempt the damned
To seal the deal and keep fresh souls coming down
So when you see me don’t ask how I am
Cause you don’t want to know that’s the nature of this town
Shake your head and go on maybe even pray
Then prop your self up in your Christ like way
There’s a little of me in every one of you
And a little of you in every one of me
The trick is to keep needs at bay
In an unequal share that’s where I’ll stay
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Down on the Line
03:41
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Bake me up some biscuits girl nice and brown
Bake me up some biscuits with a shot of your love
It’s Sunday morning and everything is going fine
For everyone except the folks down on the line
We got this love with a lazy kind of spirit
We got this love and our lazy kind of style
Them biscuits smell right should I go and check them?
We got a choice unlike the folks down on the line
(Chorus)
Its easy to forget there’s some folks fighting
Its easy to forget there’s some folks dying
It’s Sunday morning and everything is going fine
For everyone except the folks down on the line
Were we born this way, hey, can you dig it?
Will we die this way, you catch my drift?
When a rounder’s asking, “man, can you feel it?”
We can’t be thinking about the folks down on the line
It’s good we have tons of choices
Even better we can say what the hell we want
So its high time that we say something together
Time to think about the folks down on the line
(Chorus)
Bake me up some biscuits girl nice and brown
Bake me up some biscuits with a shot of your love
It’s Sunday morning and everything is going fine
For everyone except the folks down on the line
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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Shelter
02:59
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Easing down the road with the radio loud
I’ve had too much to drink and my minds in a cloud
But this might just be the best night of the year
We got three whole days and I’ve nowhere to be
I’ve been working like a mule in this Bluegrass heat
But this might just be the best night of the year
*Chorus
That was what we thought back then
With a half-tank of gas and our backs to the wind
Living like we had it all worked out
Blinded by youth and sheltered from doubt
Summers were hot and we drank to stay dry
Rolling like gypsies free as smoke in the sky
But this might be the best night of the year
Howling at the moon and staying by the lake
With nothing to lose had nothing to take
But that might be the best night of that year
*Chorus
Now our memory’s longer with more things to move
Still looking toward weekends and jasmine perfume
Because this might be the best night of the year
After all these years wouldn’t alter a thing
Picked up a bottle of wine with a pocket of change
Hell, this might be the best night of this year
*Chorus
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Today
03:33
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There’s an arrow that’s been shot straight overhead
Now you ask me not to move from the confines of your bed
Is this what’s become of our pact made long ago?
Has it wilted without water on this long and dusty road?
*Chorus
Can we focus on today?
Forget about tomorrow
Just focus on today
Let our troubles slip away
Was it something that I said or to be undone?
Is getting old too much to bear under an aged and fading sun?
Could we get back to the wonder that we started with so kind
And quell these growing thorns in the back of our minds
*Chorus
Lets take a heart felt breathe and a step back note
Recognize life is not behind us, nor completely up the road
Let me hold on to you tightly, toss the worries overboard
And except a new apology with a slightly wilted rose
*Chorus
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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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