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Shake It Off
04:05
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Helpless Ways
04:37
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Three Roads Good
03:21
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Bottom Shelf
06:14
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Humming the Dead while I’m in bed
After my nineteen hours in the warehouse
Thinking of all my friends and the ball
That we’re gonna have when I get back to town
Droning machines replacing my sleep
I’ve been dreaming the same dream every night
I’ll never forget the thing that Emily said
“There’s no feeling high when you’re living the low life”
Three cheers for the bottom shelf
It alway looks the best on a barstool by yourself
A twenty second sentence can determine your whole life
Let’s write a eulogy and sing it for the night
There’s Southern stars still on parade
Flown by egomaniac meter-maids
One of those killed Sam DuBose
Suppose you’ll tell me he had it coming either way
Say what you like, your new diatribe
It seems like your mid is changing every week
No one listens to reason when the money is speaking
there’s no justice is just is what it is
Three cheers for the bottom shelf
It alway looks the best in a birdcage by yourself
A twenty second sentence can determine your whole life
Let’s write a eulogy and sing it for the night
A crack in your bones, nothing to show
For all those miles we walked in the village
Hollow tones, falling dominoes
I caught a glimpse of the promised land with double vision
I don’t know what to do with myself in this room
So we hold on to the stereo like a hymnal
In the bright light of day I can’t find a way
But when the sun goes down the decision is simple
Three cheers for the bottom shelf
It alway looks the best in a birdcage by yourself
A twenty second sentence can determine your whole life
Let’s write a eulogy and sing it for the night
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5. |
Just Friends
03:42
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6. |
Clearer Truth
01:14
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No New Wilderness
03:24
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You cannot hold your tongue
When you know something’s wrong
Your words fall out like rain
And I see everything
Every pale excuse
For what they’ve done to you
Each sacred promise kept
Each one that time forgets
Flocks gather across the land
Taking refuge in your hand
New life your mother made
In her great labor pains
But when your time has come
Beneath the August sun
There is no sympathy
No quiet place to sleep
Yellow dawn to purple dusk
Unbroken silent trust
Let flow each fountain head
Unravel every thread
Four winds being to blow
Bring up what lies below
Swallow the wicked fruit
Choke out the wretched root
The universal blossom rests
There’s no new wilderness
No seed beneath the soil
The rifle stock recoils
But you don’t ask me for
A whitewashed killing floor
A stroke to clean the slate
Some things you can’t erase
Glowing headlights populate
Abandoned interstate
Can’t stomach reminders
Was this my fault or yours
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9. |
Trails
04:07
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10. |
Go With You
03:15
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Drew Joseph Toledo, Ohio
Drew Joseph is a singer & fingerstyle guitarist from Northern Ohio.
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