1. |
Two In The Morning
02:32
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It's 2 in the morning
The silence is heavy
Most folks are sleeping
But i can't find the bed
My dreams are all empty
My friends feel like strangers
My minds off it's axis
So i'm smoking instead
The world's got me pacing
and anxious again
And doubts built a permanent
place in my head
I don't feel time
the way i used to feel it
It used to be on my side
now it just wants me dead
Was it something i said
was it something I did ?
I could go to bed knowing
That time was my friend
But it ain't so i can't
I light another
It's getting colder and
snows on on its way
Its 2 in the morning
Im in bind Its like im working the night
shift at a job that aint mine
My spirit's been kicked out
It no longer shines
I keep losing memories
Like some keys you can't find
The world's got me pacing and
anxious again
I fear it's a permanent
place that im in
I don't feel time
the way i used to feel it
It used to be on my side
now it just wants me dead
Was it something i said
was it something i did
I could go to bed knowing
time was my friend
but it aint so I can't
and I light another
you can't stop getting older
and I'm on my way
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I took all the pictures down
dust like shadows hanging around
What used to be here can't be found
Like every time before
Dreams begin, like they do
You live in hope until it's through
Grieving every piece you lose
Till it's all out the door
You move away you start again
You light another fire within
You lean on love
when Making sense
Makes you feel like you're a bore
You make a bet
You make a wish
You gather up your confidence
You live inside it like a fence
Cuz you never can be sure
We do this time and time again
Till we cant anymore
Like breathing or like the constant waves
Crashing on a shore
We pack the things
we learned the most
Let em haunt us like a ghost
Just in case, we keep em close
If trouble comes around again
It's funny what we choose to keep
Fear and love they both run deep
You end up sowing what we reap
Some cycles never end
We do this time and time again
Till we can't any more
Like waves upon the shore
or laughing till we’re sore
Like poverty and war
Like riding till the wheels fall off
& Screaming out for more
Like every time from here on out
& Every time before
The things we chase
Are all the same
But sometimes go
By different names
The impulse to fan the flames
Of that roaring fire within
So I took all the pictures down
Dust like shadows hanging around
What used to be here can't be found
it's time to start again
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3. |
Who Could Ask For More?
03:29
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I wanna be happy she said
I don't wanna feel like I wanna be dead
anymore
everytime I put that feeling to bed
It wakes up and crawls in my head
Like a jingle from when I was a kid
It's useless so I try to forget
Wanna lose it but I'm singin' instead
Same as before
I wish there was something I could do
I tell her I struggle with some of that too
We smoke a little more
the candle dances througn the room
I ask her what she really wants to do
She said I just wanna know that grew
I wanna make damn sure that I grew
That I'm always learning something
Who could ask for more
We let the idea
Sink to the bottom of our glasses
I sit & I think
All about the funny way time passes
The past played back to me in flashes
Lessons learned in chain reactions
Just high enough to find the patterns
And happy to explore
Let's go get something to eat
All the sudden hunger hits us
And we jump to our feet
We skurry out the door and into the street
the lights shining down on the concrete
The black top reflecting an impressionist
scene
We go running through the puddles
Like two pups in a stream
Growing together like a fence and a tree
Like two people in love can sometimes be
Like a coupla people in love can sometimes
be
The only question coming to me
Is who could ask for more
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4. |
Signs Of Life
03:11
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My neighbor's digging a hole
In his front yard
That suckers 15 ft deep
And when I can't sleep
I think about the things that he finds
Bottles & trinkets, little pieces that shine
Some days I wish his life was mine
I think I'll go for a walk
Or maybe I'll go fishing we'll see
Try and find someone to talk too
About all this joy & all this misery
Shooting beer cans we emptied
Skipping rocks, sipping wine
Looks like ive got one on the line
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
V3
I'm gonna take me a bus
Out to the museum of art
And eat just enough mushrooms
To have my mind blown apart
Follow the crooked streets
All the way home
Talk to strangers & bury my phone
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
And if I get tired of looking
I hope I don't stay tired too long
Everybody needs a fire to cook in
If youre gonna stay hungry
As the day is long
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
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5. |
No Other Way
04:11
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I hardly write sad songs
In minor keys
Well sure, I feel sad
But i’m happy to be
Cuz sad folks like you and like me
Can see
A whole other layer beneath
Time’s in no hurry
Time aint no thief
It gives itself away
Like a dog in heat
Like two romantic poets
On a dimly lit street
It flows on and on like a river
And this breaks my heart
And fills it
More than a few times a day
Now my heart’s in thousands of pieces
But for sad folks like us
There aint no other way
Ive spent my life searching
For peace of mind
Well the more you go lookin
The more pieces you find
And some people’s peace
Looks like some people’s bind
I ache for the solving of mysteries
Drunk on the details and the histories
This breaks my heart
And fills it
More than a few times a day
Now my heart’s in thousands of pieces
But for seekers like us
There aint no other way
What’s true, what’s honest
What’s really real ?
Questions that keep us
Turning the wheel
Somewhere between what we know
And the way that we feel
We can see for what seems like forever
But its rare when it all comes together
And this breaks my heart
And fills it
More than a few times a day
Now my heart’s in thousands of pieces
But for the curious kind
There aint no other way
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Did the dream die
I could feel the shifting tide
Did the dream die
Or is it only hiding
And if it's really gone
then who the hell am i
I don't know, I don't know
Drifting around the ocean
I don't know I don't know
drifting around on the ocean
I sold all the tools
I ever owned
I used them to build
A world that was mine
I was offered no jewels
For the work I’ve known
Just the trace of memories
in the back of my mind
So it goes so it goes
Drifting around on the ocean
So it goes so it goes
I'm drifting around the ocean
There's a calm breeze blowing
The sun is dancing on the water
I can see where I've been
but not where I am going
Then I slowly start to hear
Those melodies again
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Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
Manifest destiny sounds alot like genocide
Living in the land of salemen and pride
Where illusions and delusions of the past
Are just a dollar
And the truth will cost so much that youll
Kick and scream and holler
Stronger folks than you and me have tried
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
Everything and everyones for sale here
All the time
And you aint worth a nickel if you cant
Steal somebody’s dime
Where jesus christ protects us all
But you have to stand in line
While the wealthy choose who is and aint
Allowed to board the ride
And the misdeeds of our past keep
Washing up here with th tide
Stronger folks than you and me have tried
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
There are more guns out here than people
Its a wonder we’ve survived
Living in the land where all these bullets fly
Where you can get shot at the movies
At the grocery at the mall
But we love our guns so much that
Not a thing changes at all
Stronger folks than you and me have tried
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
We fund the bombs that drop on folks
In some parts of this world
But to relieve the people’s suffering
We never can afford
Its just kill and kill and kill
And if you ask hey whats all this for
They’ll paint you like you don’t love your
country anymore
Stronger folks than you and me have tried
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
Whats the point of carrying on
When all your dreams have died
Im sick and im tired lets call it quits
At least we can say we tried
To find a way out of this fantasy
This web of lies
And it feels so bad when its all youve had
You finally opened up your eyes
Stronger folks than you and me have tried
Will we ever make it out of heaven alive
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8. |
From The Early Days
02:09
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Grackles in the back yard
eating the bugs
While the smoke rolls in from Canada
Huffing and puffing
up and down these hills
More than I usually would
Coming to you from the early days
The worst is coming and it
don't look good
It's profits over people
Everywhere you look
A catastrophic end
To this predictable book
But down here near the bottom
All that's trickling down
Are droughts, floods
And the Forests in flames
Coming to you from the early days
Where a few have taken everything
Just wait till the great migrations start
All this othering were doing's
gonna tear us apart
While the men at the top
Pile up the money to run
It's a shame what we've done
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9. |
The Lonely 21st Century
04:17
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Seems everybody's
lookin' for any way
To get high
Take em out of the day day
Till their reality’s a lie
Dying for a thrill
Choking down the pills
While They steal all our information
Just to market us the newest
way to feel alive
We're turning into commercials
in disguise
Influencers selling garbage
Just to get some piece of some pie
Turn on the camera
Say the lines
Play the part & you won't have worry about
A spark lighting up your mind
Cuz It's so hard to know who to believe
When everybody's
selling everybody something
Starring endlessly into our screens
Its the blind leading the blind
It's so hard to know who to believe
When everybody's
selling everybody something
I didnt know this is how it would be
In the lonely 21st century
Connected isolation
Passing pain back and forth
We get from feeling alone
While this fictional creation
Stretches over everything
Weve ever known
Seems everybody’s
Looking for any way
To get by
Connections everywhere
Fractured and frayed
So it aint no wonder why
Crooked politicians
Snake oil salesmen too
Are coming up with
Every terrible way
To fill that hole for you
And they dont care
If its true
Be careful or youll
Start doing what they do
Cuz It's so hard to know who to believe
When everybody's
selling everybody something
Starring endlessly into our screens
Its the blind leading the blind
It's so hard to know who to believe
When everybody's
selling everybody something
I didnt know this is how it would be
In the lonely 21st century
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10. |
Living Lean
04:05
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The weed eaters humming
Along to the sound
Of the voices from the people
On the street below
And I can see for miles
From my place on the hill
Someone's smoking a pork shoulder slow
Folks are working on their houses
All around us
The faint sound of nail guns
And saws in the air
Just a piece at a time
When they can afford it
We’re doin the same thing downstairs
Living lean
Pushing on some kinda dream
Cautiously hoping it's picking up steam
Little smoke rings filling the air
Living lean
Pushing on some kinda dream
Surrounded by people
who know what it means
to try and win the pot while holding a pair
the row house shimmer
Like rainbows in the sun
The gardens are blooming
while the birds sing their song
An old woman smiles
And the trees wont stand still
The kids are out, the days are long
There's some magic
A spark, a little light in the dark
When people are given
the chance to become
What a wonderfully beautiful real work of art
To truly feel like you belong
Living lean
Pushing on some kinda dream
Cautiously hoping it's picking up steam
Little smoke rings filling the air
Living lean
Pushing on some kinda dream
Surrounded by people
who know what it means
to try and win the pot while holding a pair
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I can never think of the first line
It always hides away like its afraid of me
Just when i think man you got it this time
The idea splits into a million possibilities
Like...
Im sitting in this house
that i love dearly
Not because it’s mine
though it is a part of me
Im high on homemade cookies
from the last show
Thinking everytime I'm in this house
I can feel how much i've grown
The road’s a funny to find yourself
Strangers quickly go
From being strangers right to friends
The road’s a funny place to find yourself
Thankful to everyone who ever let us in
Gather everybody in the living room
Play your songs for people really listening
Stay up half the night
Watching new friendships bloom
Learning all about how folks
Are living everywhere
Get some sleep
Then, it’s off to the next town
Listening to philosophers
Philosophize away
Let it all sink in and then
Go another round
When i get back home
I try my best to
Write down what they say
The road’s a funny place to find yourself
The more you learn about the others
You find what’s deep inside you, too
The road’s a funny place to find yourself
And i can’t think of anything
More interesting to do
How and where you spend your time
Means so much its true
The way that i’ve been spending mine
Is all i wanna do
The only way we get to do it
Is because of all of you
The road’s a funny to find yourself
Strangers quickly go
From being strangers right to friends
The road’s a funny place to find yourself
Thankful to everyone who ever let us in
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12. |
Still Growing Today
04:41
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I learned to build fires
In a pot belly stove
Neighbors used to burn tires
At the end of the road
I spent lots of my time
In the woods on my own
Playin' like I was surviving
To far from town
To always hang around with my friends
I learned to shoot guns
And frame houses
Dad taught me well
And that lasted a spell
Till I got a car & I started driving
I drove and I drove
I'm still driving today
I feel like the same kid In so many ways
But the further I get
The more some pieces fade
Like the white on a baseball
Like the passing parade
Wood for the winter
Deer meat in the freezer
Rage in my parents’ guts
No gauges no meters
They’d do almost anything
For someone who needed
Came to believe
Isolation means freedom
Trust like a dog left for dead
I learned so much from the things that they
said
Farm roads and potholes
Barn swings and trailers
Summers in long sleeves
Chasing the bailer
Exploring the line
Between success and failure
The two keep switching sides in my head
I've grown, I've grown
And I'm still growing today
I feel like that same kid
I'm so many ways
But the further you get
The more some pieces fade
Like the white on a baseball
Like the passing parade
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13. |
I'd Rather Have Some
03:30
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Howl at the moon
Ideas shine like fire
in the night sky
Suns coming soon
To hide every trace of that
sparkling light
Cuz time sure does a number
Laughing & crying
Always wrapped in
the arms on the wall
Till you cross the line
And you're buried under
But I'd rather have some
Than nothing at all
Love till you can't
Sometimes that love lasts you
a lifetime
Sometimes it ends
Goes belly up
leaving you wondering why
Cuz time sure does a number
Laughing & crying
Always wrapped in
the arms on the wall
Till you cross the line
And you're buried under
But I'd rather have some
Than nothing at all
The stories we've told
Grown into the fabric of our lives
Till those stories get old
Buckled under the weight
of all our lies
No use trying to hold
Onto to nothing it won't last
that's alright
It all comes and goes
The shadows of what was
slip out of sight
Cuz time sure does a number
Laughing & crying
Always wrapped in
the arms on the wall
Till you cross the line
And you're buried under
But I'd rather have some
Than nothing at all
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My Politic Nashville, Tennessee
Lyrically driven Folk /Indie/alt country Based in Pittsburgh PA/Nashville TN. Kaston & Nick have been playing and singing together for 14+ years. They grew up together in Missouri
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