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Jason Isbell
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"Brand New Kind Of Actress"
You said you heard of me, so why are you so afraid?
some minor changes made, you missed the big parade
another filthy day, another Hollywood sign
you missed the caution line, and you just walked right in.
YOU WALKED RIGHT IN
there's somebody here, somebody you once knew
you took a liking to, your conversation cues
the way you cut your hair, the time you did it yourself
you're like a hired help, the way you fit right in
THE WAY YOU FIT RIGHT IN
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
you swim the the other way, you put your seat upstream
so many hopes and dreams, so many in betweens
your new reality, just make yourself at home
he's always watchin' me, he' never been alone
SO YOU JUST WALKED RIGHT IN
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
you met that greasy guy, I don't care what you did
in 1965, before the wife and kid
I'll leave my jacket on, so sorry I can't stay
just put the piece away.
just put the piece away, let me call a cab
we'll go our separate ways, we'll go our separate ways
just put the piece away, I don't care what you did
back in younger days, just put the piece away
PUT IT AWAY
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
'CAUSE I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
I'M THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
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"Brand New Kind Of Actress"
You said you heard of me, so why are you so afraid?
some minor changes made, you missed the big parade
another filthy day, another Hollywood sign
you missed the caution line, and you just walked right in.
YOU WALKED RIGHT IN
there's somebody here, somebody you once knew
you took a liking to, your conversation cues
the way you cut your hair, the time you did it yourself
you're like a hired help, the way you fit right in
THE WAY YOU FIT RIGHT IN
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
you swim the the other way, you put your seat upstream
so many hopes and dreams, so many in betweens
your new reality, just make yourself at home
he's always watchin' me, he' never been alone
SO YOU JUST WALKED RIGHT IN
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
you met that greasy guy, I don't care what you did
in 1965, before the wife and kid
I'll leave my jacket on, so sorry I can't stay
just put the piece away.
just put the piece away, let me call a cab
we'll go our separate ways, we'll go our separate ways
just put the piece away, I don't care what you did
back in younger days, just put the piece away
PUT IT AWAY
'CAUSE YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
YOU'RE THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
YOU'RE A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
'CAUSE I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
I'M THE SAME OLD STUBBORN WAITRESS, BABY
I'M A BRAND NEW KIND OF ACTRESS
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"Down In A Hole"
Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out,
like the king of something evil in a yearlong drought.
With a dirty white suit, a big white hat,
a bullet in his pocket no matter where he's at.
He's trouble, but ain't we all. Trouble, but ain't we all.
His daughter was a looker but five'll get you ten.
He dressed her like a hooker and she smelled like sin.
She had a ragtop car. She made good grades.
She didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date.
She was trouble, but ain't we all. Trouble, but ain't we all.
Don't work for him boy. It's like selling your soul.
He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole.
His daddy wasn't a good man. He owned most of the town.
He bought up all the farmland and tore up all the ground.
He covered up the county in stone and creosote.
Came to football games in a new fur coat.
Had a real big wife and a real big grin.
He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in.
He was trouble, but ain't we all? Trouble, but ain't we all.
Big sign on the roadside telling me how to live.
A couple things that he done, real hard to forgive.
So don't work for him boy. It's like selling your soul.
He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole
Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out,
like the king of something evil in a yearlong drought.
With a dirty white suit, a big white hat,
a bullet in his pocket no matter where he's at.
He's trouble, but ain't we all. Trouble, but ain't we all.
His daughter was a looker but five'll get you ten.
He dressed her like a hooker and she smelled like sin.
She had a ragtop car. She made good grades.
She didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date.
She was trouble, but ain't we all. Trouble, but ain't we all.
Don't work for him boy. It's like selling your soul.
He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole.
His daddy wasn't a good man. He owned most of the town.
He bought up all the farmland and tore up all the ground.
He covered up the county in stone and creosote.
Came to football games in a new fur coat.
Had a real big wife and a real big grin.
He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in.
He was trouble, but ain't we all? Trouble, but ain't we all.
Big sign on the roadside telling me how to live.
A couple things that he done, real hard to forgive.
So don't work for him boy. It's like selling your soul.
He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole
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"Try"
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't give her lovin' on the phone
You can't make her stay her ass at home
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you
When she runs?
You can't tell her nothing she don't know
You can't tell her nothing she don't know
She'll chop down every living thing you grow
But you can't take her with you when you go
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you,
When she runs?
Take a year and go back home
Where the wind comes sweepin'
Through the plains
You ain't seen her in awhile,
But she loves you just the same
You can't stop that ringin' in your ear
You can't stop that ringin' in your ear
You can't make the highway disappear
You can't make her love you out of fear
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you,
When she runs?
Take a year and go back home
Where the wind comes sweepin'
Through the plains
You ain't seen her in awhile
But she loves you just the same
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't give her lovin' on the phone
You can't make her stay her ass at home
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you
When she runs?
You can't tell her nothing she don't know
You can't tell her nothing she don't know
She'll chop down every living thing you grow
But you can't take her with you when you go
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you,
When she runs?
Take a year and go back home
Where the wind comes sweepin'
Through the plains
You ain't seen her in awhile,
But she loves you just the same
You can't stop that ringin' in your ear
You can't stop that ringin' in your ear
You can't make the highway disappear
You can't make her love you out of fear
But you try, don't you?
You try, don't you?
Just want to die, don't you,
When she runs?
Take a year and go back home
Where the wind comes sweepin'
Through the plains
You ain't seen her in awhile
But she loves you just the same
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Chicago Promenade"
My door is locked, my debts are paid.
I'll do the Chicago promenade.
My back was turned I did not see
that shadow climbing up on me.
I took my turn at fixing hearts
but that goes bad before it starts.
I'm desperate now, I must say.
I'll do the Chicago promenade.
If I die now before I'm old
my story will be less than told.
There's so much more to suffer through
before I meet again with you.
I've tried so hard and I've been so blind.
I thought we could all grieve one at a time.
I lost a friend. It felt like five,
a man who wouldn't compromise.
I'll think of him on New Year's Day
and do the Chicago promenade.
My door is locked, my debts are paid.
I'll do the Chicago promenade.
My back was turned I did not see
that shadow climbing up on me.
I took my turn at fixing hearts
but that goes bad before it starts.
I'm desperate now, I must say.
I'll do the Chicago promenade.
If I die now before I'm old
my story will be less than told.
There's so much more to suffer through
before I meet again with you.
I've tried so hard and I've been so blind.
I thought we could all grieve one at a time.
I lost a friend. It felt like five,
a man who wouldn't compromise.
I'll think of him on New Year's Day
and do the Chicago promenade.
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"Dress Blues"
What can you see from your window?
I can't see anything from mine.
Flags on the side of the highway
and scripture on grocery store signs.
Maybe eighteen was too early.
Maybe thirty or forty is too.
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
before he sent down his angels for you?
Mamas and grandmamas love you
'cause that's all they know how to do.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Your wife said this all would be funny
when you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
in a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby would just about be here.
Your very last tour would be up
but you won't be back. They're all dressing in black
drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups.
Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Now the high school gymnasium's ready,
full of flowers and old legionnaires.
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare.
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters
and there's silent old men from the corps.
What did they say when they shipped you away
to fight somebody's Hollywood war?
Nobody here could forget you.
You showed us what we had to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
What can you see from your window?
I can't see anything from mine.
Flags on the side of the highway
and scripture on grocery store signs.
Maybe eighteen was too early.
Maybe thirty or forty is too.
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
before he sent down his angels for you?
Mamas and grandmamas love you
'cause that's all they know how to do.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Your wife said this all would be funny
when you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
in a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby would just about be here.
Your very last tour would be up
but you won't be back. They're all dressing in black
drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups.
Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Now the high school gymnasium's ready,
full of flowers and old legionnaires.
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare.
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters
and there's silent old men from the corps.
What did they say when they shipped you away
to fight somebody's Hollywood war?
Nobody here could forget you.
You showed us what we had to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
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"Grown"
Last night I heard the sirens' song and I followed it in the ditch.
Oh baby, I'm just carrying on. Far be it for me to bitch.
Last night I heard the distant hum of another damn hurricane.
Oh Sunnie tell me where you've gone. Are you still dancing to Purple Rain?
You took my little hand and took me to your room.
You taught me how to want something so I learned how to move.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Last year I heard your momma had a little trouble with the thin blue line.
You always knew that you could understand and not undermine.
You took me to your room. I let my eyes adjust.
You taught me how to want something and I learned how to lust.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
All them years ago you took a nervous little kid
and showed me how to slow it down just a little bit…
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Last night I heard the sirens' song and I followed it in the ditch.
Oh baby, I'm just carrying on. Far be it for me to bitch.
Last night I heard the distant hum of another damn hurricane.
Oh Sunnie tell me where you've gone. Are you still dancing to Purple Rain?
You took my little hand and took me to your room.
You taught me how to want something so I learned how to move.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Last year I heard your momma had a little trouble with the thin blue line.
You always knew that you could understand and not undermine.
You took me to your room. I let my eyes adjust.
You taught me how to want something and I learned how to lust.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
All them years ago you took a nervous little kid
and showed me how to slow it down just a little bit…
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
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"Hurricanes And Hand Grenades"
I got a glass of wine, I got a cigarette
I should be feeling fine
I ain't feeling nothing yet
She's leading the second line
Feel like I'm in front of it
I guess I am tonight
I got a cigarette
My glass is empty now
I got a little wine
I ain't gonna break it out
I need something to let me down
When I'm down and out
I guess I am tonight
She told me I took the best years of her life
And she was only 17
She swore I would leave her
But I didn't believe her
I called it all a bad dream
I should move on to whiskey now
I've got a Lucky left
Go out and hit the town
But this town can hit itself
My baby's a day away
And I've got a show to play
In Birmingham tonight
There was a time
When she would laugh in my face
Or just sit and judge me silently
I cried on her shoulder
All the things that I told her
Guess I didn't say enough about me
Now hurricanes and hand grenades
Are the only things that get you off my mind
But I'm a day away and I've got a show
To play in Birmingham tonight
I'm a day away and I've got a show
To play in Birmingham tonight
I got a glass of wine, I got a cigarette
I should be feeling fine
I ain't feeling nothing yet
She's leading the second line
Feel like I'm in front of it
I guess I am tonight
I got a cigarette
My glass is empty now
I got a little wine
I ain't gonna break it out
I need something to let me down
When I'm down and out
I guess I am tonight
She told me I took the best years of her life
And she was only 17
She swore I would leave her
But I didn't believe her
I called it all a bad dream
I should move on to whiskey now
I've got a Lucky left
Go out and hit the town
But this town can hit itself
My baby's a day away
And I've got a show to play
In Birmingham tonight
There was a time
When she would laugh in my face
Or just sit and judge me silently
I cried on her shoulder
All the things that I told her
Guess I didn't say enough about me
Now hurricanes and hand grenades
Are the only things that get you off my mind
But I'm a day away and I've got a show
To play in Birmingham tonight
I'm a day away and I've got a show
To play in Birmingham tonight
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"In A Razor Town"
In a razor town
you take whoever you think you can keep around.
There's an echoed sound
that permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round.
It's a big machine.
It used to be the avenue of changing dreams.
She's a lonely thing,
sweeping up the glitter while she pulls the strings.
Take a long last look
before she turns to stone
what the last man took
and what was long, long gone.
The way it used to be...
I wasn't there to see it working properly.
Now it seems to me
both of you are suffering.
I've heard her say
that you're the only reason she's alive today.
I just turned away
thinking maybe she was right.
So say your last goodbye.
Make it short and sweet
There ain't no way to fly
with her hanging on your feet.
Let her go out if she wants to.
If she don't, go out yourself.
Don't take sorry for an answer
unless you really want what's left.
'Cause in a razor town
the only thing that matters tends to bring you down.
There's no way around,
but maybe you can barrel through
cause a razor ain't no good for you.
In a razor town
you take whoever you think you can keep around.
There's an echoed sound
that permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round.
It's a big machine.
It used to be the avenue of changing dreams.
She's a lonely thing,
sweeping up the glitter while she pulls the strings.
Take a long last look
before she turns to stone
what the last man took
and what was long, long gone.
The way it used to be...
I wasn't there to see it working properly.
Now it seems to me
both of you are suffering.
I've heard her say
that you're the only reason she's alive today.
I just turned away
thinking maybe she was right.
So say your last goodbye.
Make it short and sweet
There ain't no way to fly
with her hanging on your feet.
Let her go out if she wants to.
If she don't, go out yourself.
Don't take sorry for an answer
unless you really want what's left.
'Cause in a razor town
the only thing that matters tends to bring you down.
There's no way around,
but maybe you can barrel through
cause a razor ain't no good for you.
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"Shotgun Wedding"
Ten years out of high school, still no idea what to do.
You took him home from a nightclub. He took a nightclub to you.
Now I watch from the window, too guilty to scream.
My feet are like steel. I might be in a dream.
Every time I see you, you look bigger than you did the day before.
Even though I know it's not my fault, I wish it was.
I can only ride the elevator all night long from floor to floor
and I can only stand outside your window in the dust.
So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity?
What about a different setting? What about me?
All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security...
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
I guess I'm a loner. Some call me a freak.
I saw you in the hallway, too guilty to speak.
Now I sleep in the daytime and I sleep on the floor.
I dial your number and I knock on your door.
Every time I hear your voice or footsteps I get frozen in one place
and I have to struggle for the courage just to run.
I can see the eyes of all the ones that left you glowing in your face
and I just want to help you with this life that you've begun.
So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity?
What about a different setting? What about me?
All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security...
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
Ten years out of high school, still no idea what to do.
You took him home from a nightclub. He took a nightclub to you.
Now I watch from the window, too guilty to scream.
My feet are like steel. I might be in a dream.
Every time I see you, you look bigger than you did the day before.
Even though I know it's not my fault, I wish it was.
I can only ride the elevator all night long from floor to floor
and I can only stand outside your window in the dust.
So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity?
What about a different setting? What about me?
All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security...
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
I guess I'm a loner. Some call me a freak.
I saw you in the hallway, too guilty to speak.
Now I sleep in the daytime and I sleep on the floor.
I dial your number and I knock on your door.
Every time I hear your voice or footsteps I get frozen in one place
and I have to struggle for the courage just to run.
I can see the eyes of all the ones that left you glowing in your face
and I just want to help you with this life that you've begun.
So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity?
What about a different setting? What about me?
All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security...
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
How about a shotgun wedding? What about me?
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"The Magician"
You watch every move
and call it slight of hand
you know it's what I do
but never who I am, never who I am
started on the street
cards and dollar bills
shuffling my feet
never could be still, never could be still
and I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can make myself disappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I could be somewhere worse than here
I had a bride
sawed her in half
couple people cried
but most of them just laughed, most of them just laughed
and I had a son
strong of hand and will
taught him how to run
but never how to steal, never how to steal
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can't make myself reappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I hope there's somewhere worse than here
I was called amazing
I make folks believe
With nothing in my pockets
And nothing up my sleeve
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can make myself disappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
and I know there's somewhere worse than here
worse than here
worse than here
You watch every move
and call it slight of hand
you know it's what I do
but never who I am, never who I am
started on the street
cards and dollar bills
shuffling my feet
never could be still, never could be still
and I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can make myself disappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I could be somewhere worse than here
I had a bride
sawed her in half
couple people cried
but most of them just laughed, most of them just laughed
and I had a son
strong of hand and will
taught him how to run
but never how to steal, never how to steal
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can't make myself reappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I hope there's somewhere worse than here
I was called amazing
I make folks believe
With nothing in my pockets
And nothing up my sleeve
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
I can make myself disappear
I am an orphan man but ain't we all
and I know there's somewhere worse than here
worse than here
worse than here
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"The Devil Is My Running Mate"
The devil is my running mate.
This here is his favorite state
Sorry you folks had to wait.
He always likes to show up late.
No, that ain't a rainbow son.
It's streetlamps on petroleum
Let's pull in here and get us some.
Supplies are running out now.
It ain't the reason for the war.
That's meanness boy and nothing more.
They tried to do this all before,
but Daddy wouldn't let them.
Sometimes I don't what I got into.
Sometimes I can't stand to read my name.
Sometimes I can only hear their voices
casting me back from where I came.
The devil is my running mate.
Confusion is his favorite state.
Surely you folks can relate.
I know we've gathered here to hate.
It doesn't matter who we blame
as long as you all hear a name.
All them bastards look the same.
Everyone is guilty.
Everybody look away.
Look away. Look away.
It doesn't matter what I say.
It's what I do that's shifty.
Sometimes I don't know what we got into.
Sometimes I don't think I know a thing.
Sometimes I can't even see the trees now
for the flames, for the flames.
The devil is my running mate,
and this here is his favorite state.
There ain't no other candidate.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
The devil is my running mate.
The devil is my running mate.
The devil is my running mate
The devil is my running mate.
This here is his favorite state
Sorry you folks had to wait.
He always likes to show up late.
No, that ain't a rainbow son.
It's streetlamps on petroleum
Let's pull in here and get us some.
Supplies are running out now.
It ain't the reason for the war.
That's meanness boy and nothing more.
They tried to do this all before,
but Daddy wouldn't let them.
Sometimes I don't what I got into.
Sometimes I can't stand to read my name.
Sometimes I can only hear their voices
casting me back from where I came.
The devil is my running mate.
Confusion is his favorite state.
Surely you folks can relate.
I know we've gathered here to hate.
It doesn't matter who we blame
as long as you all hear a name.
All them bastards look the same.
Everyone is guilty.
Everybody look away.
Look away. Look away.
It doesn't matter what I say.
It's what I do that's shifty.
Sometimes I don't know what we got into.
Sometimes I don't think I know a thing.
Sometimes I can't even see the trees now
for the flames, for the flames.
The devil is my running mate,
and this here is his favorite state.
There ain't no other candidate.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
The devil is my running mate.
The devil is my running mate.
The devil is my running mate
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Seven-Mile Island"
Take my body to Seven-Mile Island.
Lay my head down where Indians sleep.
Take your shoes off and walk across the water.
It's been so long so I heard a man speak.
Watch the spillways when the water starts rising.
Take your hat off when the sun goes down.
Keep your eyes on that concrete tower.
Maybe one day it will crumble to the ground.
Mary's crying 'cause she can't hold water
And her clothes don't fit her right.
She used to say that she wanted a daughter,
Now she only wants a Saturday night.
There were days when that dusty cave was empty,
Back before this city made a claim
On that hotel for wanderers and strangers,
Back before you could live off of your name.
We all live in an Airstream trailer
About three-hundred yards up the lake.
Call the doctor, Mary's going into labor
And you can't raise a baby on shake.
So take my body to Seven-Mile Island
Lay some stones down on top of my grave.
Tell my lady I just couldn't bear to see her
Tell my daughter I just couldn't be saved.
Take my body to Seven-Mile Island.
Lay my head down where Indians sleep.
Take your shoes off and walk across the water.
It's been so long so I heard a man speak.
Watch the spillways when the water starts rising.
Take your hat off when the sun goes down.
Keep your eyes on that concrete tower.
Maybe one day it will crumble to the ground.
Mary's crying 'cause she can't hold water
And her clothes don't fit her right.
She used to say that she wanted a daughter,
Now she only wants a Saturday night.
There were days when that dusty cave was empty,
Back before this city made a claim
On that hotel for wanderers and strangers,
Back before you could live off of your name.
We all live in an Airstream trailer
About three-hundred yards up the lake.
Call the doctor, Mary's going into labor
And you can't raise a baby on shake.
So take my body to Seven-Mile Island
Lay some stones down on top of my grave.
Tell my lady I just couldn't bear to see her
Tell my daughter I just couldn't be saved.
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Sunstroke"
They tell me you walk on the water now
I know who showed you the stones
You pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alone
I hope that you've practiced your instrument
I fear it will take you away
You ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just stay
Here it is morning for some folks
And twilight for those of us left
Who sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke
And make little fools of ourselves
Are we supposed to get good at this?
What does it mean to give up?
Why did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fuck
Answer these questions for everyone
So maybe they'll stop asking me
What really happened and where is your masterpiece?
Here it is morning for some folks
And twilight for those of us left
Who give up the dangers of sunstroke
And make little fools of ourselves
They tell me you walk on the water now,
but I know who showed you the stones
I need some things to look forward to
Maybe these colors will fade
I never meant to get bored with you
But I never meant to stay
They tell me you walk on the water now
I know who showed you the stones
You pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alone
I hope that you've practiced your instrument
I fear it will take you away
You ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just stay
Here it is morning for some folks
And twilight for those of us left
Who sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke
And make little fools of ourselves
Are we supposed to get good at this?
What does it mean to give up?
Why did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fuck
Answer these questions for everyone
So maybe they'll stop asking me
What really happened and where is your masterpiece?
Here it is morning for some folks
And twilight for those of us left
Who give up the dangers of sunstroke
And make little fools of ourselves
They tell me you walk on the water now,
but I know who showed you the stones
I need some things to look forward to
Maybe these colors will fade
I never meant to get bored with you
But I never meant to stay
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Good"
You better watch yourself this time
On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you
But you used who what you're used to
You always seem to somehow
make it through
I know I let myself go a bit
I try to lay low
But it's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
Chased a couple rollin' dice
Somewhere I don't belong
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Another night another rope burn
Well I guess that it was my turn
To wash all of the pain down
Maybe you were just a decoy
It doesn't matter much to me, noise
It covered up the voices
I don't want to hear
I let myself go again
I tried to let you know, but then
It's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
I got tired of playin nice
And cut right to the bone
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
You better watch yourself this time
On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you
But you used who what you're used to
You always seem to somehow
make it through
I know I let myself go a bit
I try to lay low
But it's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
Chased a couple rollin' dice
Somewhere I don't belong
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Another night another rope burn
Well I guess that it was my turn
To wash all of the pain down
Maybe you were just a decoy
It doesn't matter much to me, noise
It covered up the voices
I don't want to hear
I let myself go again
I tried to let you know, but then
It's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
I got tired of playin nice
And cut right to the bone
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Cigarettes And Wine"
I saw her in Roosevelt Springs, where time doesn't touch anything
She never did say she could sing, but I figured it so
I needed some company then, not sisters or children or men
That's a hell of a spot to be in, but she put me in tow
Money and liquor and lust had taken my heart and my trust
I could see ashes and dust were headed my way
She tended bar in the town
Her alto settled me down
I started hanging around
Didn't need much to say
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
but it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
Wings on her shoulders and feet, a bar on Gethsemane Street
I took time to plan my retreat, and backed out the door
I must be attracted to those who've witnessed a man in the throes
Of life that ain't grindstone to nose, but pedal to floor
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
But it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
Lost on the dry side of town
My memories slowing me down
She shook me and I came around
I came back to life
With nary a mother or dad
She showed me what I never had
The princess of leaves, she gets sad
'Cause I won't take a wife
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
But it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
I saw her in Roosevelt Springs, where time doesn't touch anything
She never did say she could sing, but I figured it so
I needed some company then, not sisters or children or men
That's a hell of a spot to be in, but she put me in tow
Money and liquor and lust had taken my heart and my trust
I could see ashes and dust were headed my way
She tended bar in the town
Her alto settled me down
I started hanging around
Didn't need much to say
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
but it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
Wings on her shoulders and feet, a bar on Gethsemane Street
I took time to plan my retreat, and backed out the door
I must be attracted to those who've witnessed a man in the throes
Of life that ain't grindstone to nose, but pedal to floor
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
But it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
Lost on the dry side of town
My memories slowing me down
She shook me and I came around
I came back to life
With nary a mother or dad
She showed me what I never had
The princess of leaves, she gets sad
'Cause I won't take a wife
She smelled like cigarettes and wine
And she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
But it's the Gods' own truth
She lives down inside of me still
Rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
She left me alone with these pills
In the last of my youth
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"However Long"
See the man with the military mind
Trying to make us all afraid all the time
Trying to make us all stay inside and lock our doors and windows
See the man's got too much to count
Try to recollect the sermon on the mount
Blessed are the poor when they're all swinging from the gallows
I ain't afraid no more
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when you have lost your oldest friends
There's nothing you can say or do to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
See the poet with nothing left to say
Staring down at blank pages all day
Let the alcohol take you away and sleep the way the fools do
See the beast with the gasoline hand
Breathing fire, drawing lines in the sand
Pray we find ourselves a better plan or die the way we used to
I ain't afraid no more
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when they have found your next of kin
There's nothing you can do or say to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
See the woman with the roses in her hair
Bring me lovin' when it's too much bear
Tell me I can make a difference this time
All I gotta do is make it all rhyme
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when they have found your next of kin
There's nothing you can do or say to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
See the man with the military mind
Trying to make us all afraid all the time
Trying to make us all stay inside and lock our doors and windows
See the man's got too much to count
Try to recollect the sermon on the mount
Blessed are the poor when they're all swinging from the gallows
I ain't afraid no more
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when you have lost your oldest friends
There's nothing you can say or do to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
See the poet with nothing left to say
Staring down at blank pages all day
Let the alcohol take you away and sleep the way the fools do
See the beast with the gasoline hand
Breathing fire, drawing lines in the sand
Pray we find ourselves a better plan or die the way we used to
I ain't afraid no more
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when they have found your next of kin
There's nothing you can do or say to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
See the woman with the roses in her hair
Bring me lovin' when it's too much bear
Tell me I can make a difference this time
All I gotta do is make it all rhyme
However long the night, the dawn will break again
We'll be around when they have found your next of kin
There's nothing you can do or say to us to drown out this amen
'Cause however long the night, the dawn will break again
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"The Blue"
Don't roll away that stone, girl
Leave it where it lay
You think he's coming home but you know it's not today
I think the road will break me and never fill the holes,
but every time I'm saved I stop beating out a soul
I'm too scared to ask the right questions
and too tired to fill the right shoes
so I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
There really ain't no difference
in Michigan and Maine
If you ain't here to see this I'm missing just the same
Your skin as soft as water, same temperature as me
I'd never know I touched you if you didn't let me see
I'd crawl to meet you if you'd just stay there,
and finally have a thing I couldn't bear to lose
So I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
Mark me up so they can see the best of me
Hold me down so I can't find a drink
Dance so I don't have to think
Don't roll away that stone, girl
Leave it where it lay
You think he's coming home but you know it's not today
I think the road will break me and never fill the holes,
but every time I'm saved I stop beating out a soul
I'm too scared to ask the right questions
and too tired to fill the right shoes
so I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
There really ain't no difference
in Michigan and Maine
If you ain't here to see this I'm missing just the same
Your skin as soft as water, same temperature as me
I'd never know I touched you if you didn't let me see
I'd crawl to meet you if you'd just stay there,
and finally have a thing I couldn't bear to lose
So I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
Mark me up so they can see the best of me
Hold me down so I can't find a drink
Dance so I don't have to think
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"No Choice In The Matter"
We'll say a friend of mine, a fella I know real well,
came to me on Friday and he had a story to tell
I've heard it a thousand times, but this one hits close to home
The woman who left him I've taken for my own
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
So I bought him a round or two and gave him a talking to
I said, "Boy, you can't let yourself get so far"
But you can't tell a man a thing when he's picking out diamond rings
and you yourself don't know who you are
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
My hands, they used to be a young man's hands
but I worked 'em to the bone
When'd she even find the time to get to know another man?
"Leave me alone," he said, "leave me alone"
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
We'll say a friend of mine, a fella I know real well,
came to me on Friday and he had a story to tell
I've heard it a thousand times, but this one hits close to home
The woman who left him I've taken for my own
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
So I bought him a round or two and gave him a talking to
I said, "Boy, you can't let yourself get so far"
But you can't tell a man a thing when he's picking out diamond rings
and you yourself don't know who you are
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
My hands, they used to be a young man's hands
but I worked 'em to the bone
When'd she even find the time to get to know another man?
"Leave me alone," he said, "leave me alone"
Love leaves you no choice in the matter
and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
in the throes of something real
The woman that lays down beside you,
she can't help or hide you
It don't matter how she wants to feel
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Soldiers Get Strange"
You want her to try new things
She reminds you she wears your ring
and after a couple drinks she's a little scared of you
A good friend is hard to find
You wish you could spend more time
towing civilian lines, but they're all scared of you
It's not the time that makes it go bad
It's not the thought of what you could've had
It's not the way that her figure has changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
You know she's a real good girl
She reminds you that every curl
that whips in the wind of the world
is watched by the eyes of God
But lately your mane's gone white
You itch in your veins in the night
Before you "came home alright"
you wielded the lightning rod
It ain't the time that makes it go South
It ain't the liquor that burns in your mouth
Nearly nothing around here's changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
She turns off the lights so you can't see her body
You can't make her fight when you know that you're wrong
They call you a hero, so many still fighting
This ain't where you belong
Maybe you'll re-enlist
It couldn't be worse than this
But think of the things you'll miss
If you're inside the wire again
It's not the dreams that keep you up late
It's not the world you saw incinerate
It's not the way that her figure has changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
Most of all you got strange
You want her to try new things
She reminds you she wears your ring
and after a couple drinks she's a little scared of you
A good friend is hard to find
You wish you could spend more time
towing civilian lines, but they're all scared of you
It's not the time that makes it go bad
It's not the thought of what you could've had
It's not the way that her figure has changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
You know she's a real good girl
She reminds you that every curl
that whips in the wind of the world
is watched by the eyes of God
But lately your mane's gone white
You itch in your veins in the night
Before you "came home alright"
you wielded the lightning rod
It ain't the time that makes it go South
It ain't the liquor that burns in your mouth
Nearly nothing around here's changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
She turns off the lights so you can't see her body
You can't make her fight when you know that you're wrong
They call you a hero, so many still fighting
This ain't where you belong
Maybe you'll re-enlist
It couldn't be worse than this
But think of the things you'll miss
If you're inside the wire again
It's not the dreams that keep you up late
It's not the world you saw incinerate
It's not the way that her figure has changed
It's just that a soldier gets strange
Most of all you got strange
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Re: Jason Isbell - Tekstovi pesama
"Streetlights"
Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met?
She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset.
Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up.
Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough.
The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black,
So I order one last double and start calling people back.
Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life.
Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife.
Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is.
Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his.
The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave,
So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves.
In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash.
Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash.
Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night.
How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right.
And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive
I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive.
Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone.
Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone.
Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one.
Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone.
Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met?
She don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset.
Maybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up.
Could my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough.
The chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black,
So I order one last double and start calling people back.
Marc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life.
Says he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife.
Little Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is.
Dad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his.
The chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave,
So I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves.
In my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash.
Maybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash.
Think I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night.
How I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right.
And the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alive
I don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive.
Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone.
Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone.
Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one.
Pretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone.
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