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Dead Birds
03:23
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A man can miss, the sounds of a sawmill
The sweltering heat and the saddest of songs
The bitter winds, that blow through December
And bad days that came, but didn't stay for too long
A cherry pit, lay waste in the ash tray
a smoke stomped out on your mother's clean floor
Dig deep enough and you'll come out with something
But I'm turning around, 'cause I'm tired and I'm sore
For the birds I killed, when I was just a boy
With no consequence with such joy
I had no Idea, how hard it is
To find something that's worth a shit
Alleys and sidewalks, the rivers and the stars
They never do feel like what I left behind
Like lovers of past, that can't look in your eye
A place I remember but never will find
For the birds I killed, when I was just a boy
With no consequence with such joy
I had no Idea, how hard it is
To find something that's worth a shit
To find something that's worth a shit
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2. |
House Next Door
02:59
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I wish I lived in a house like the one across the street
'cause the grass is always cut and the windows are always clean
I'd wash my clothes ones a week, do all the dishes in the sink
I'd kill the time until I had no time to think
I wanna go to church on Sunday, without a question on my mind
Turn on the news and find a man to get behind
I'd clear the desk and pull the blinds and know right where to draw that line
And tell trouble, "come back some other time"
I'm gonna get me a house like the one they got next door
Where I'd wake up in the morning and wouldn't have to know what for
And ma and pa could come to town, I'd show them a look around
I wouldn't worry about what was hiding in my drawer
Tonight I'll be in bed, well before nine
I'll be up in the morning before the light
I'll quit smoking cigarettes and start eating right
And by the time that I've got it, all right
I'll bet I wished I
Lived in a house like the one they got next door,
Where the kids got so much time and they got so much to live for
My better days they've come and gone and I just mow the goddamn lawn
I've got the keys, but don't drive anymore
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Hound
03:48
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Honey don't you cry
For the spring
Know it's been a while since we
Heard the birds sing
But when that summer sun
Is on your skin
You'll be begging
For an autumn wind to come
And cool you down
Bury your childhood
Hound
It was always inconvenient
When he wanted to hang around
Your mother
You know she'll grieve
And the days just pass
By it seems
But you just couldn't wait to turn sixteen
Now every morning
Looks the same
The coffee pours to hot
Find something to do while I wait
'Til I'm running late
'Til I'm running late
Leaves of every stain
Have points to make
Yellow cry of hard times
Green boast of summer days
And the ones to tired to talk
Turn brown
Fall slowly without a sound
But oh how it feels, to be lying on the ground
Now every morning
Looks the same
The coffee pours to hot
Find something to do while I wait
'Til I'm running late
'Til I'm running late
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Something To Lose
03:12
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I'd rather, come down in a million pieces
Than land, in Hell gracefully
When the sky starts falling and the world comes to and end
It won't have a thing to do with me
It won't have a thing to do with me
So show me to the place, we send of the wind
Let it blow me into any old town
'Cause I can work for nothing just about anywhere
Find a gang of tired friends to keep around
Find a gang of tired friends to keep around
I promise I won't ask for anything else
Well honey I'm afraid to carry more
Been looking for a place to free up my hands
Hold nothing, but the key to every door
Hold nothing, but the key to every door
So I flew on out to the big city
With nothing to which that I was bound
But honey I can hardly share a room with my self
and I'm wishing that I had you around
I'm wishing that I had you around
To find me here so far from home
To find just what I can't afford to lose
All that I've got without you here
Is these, these old familiar blues
I brought along these old familiar blues
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5. |
Wet Paint
03:57
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Hey now darling
Look what you did
Look at what you threw away
When you married a man
That kicks the dog to hard
And ruins the waitress's day
Just like
Your mother before
And a man just like him raised you
So it weren't no surprise
The very first time
That he got rough on you
So your'e sticking around
To figure things out
Lord knows people change
But you'll still hope for more
Than the grocery store
and sopping up wet paint
We used to work
Just for extra cash
And love, 'cause it felt right
Could leave any day
But we chose to stay
And we didn't have to try
So how in the world
Did we get here
Where did we go wrong?
'Cause this all feels like work
And the days move so fastA
And the years, they looks so long
You had no clue
when you said I do
and took on his last name
You'd be seeing more
Of the grocery store
And sopping up wet paint
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6. |
Talking Housefly Blues
03:19
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Smoke fills the air, over a long dirty floor
Don't have much reason to clean up around here anymore
'Cause the kids are all grown up now, and their ma left long ago
Now it's just me on the couch in that warm TV glow
But I've seen all these shows before, and the news is just the same
Same old problems with someone else to catch the blame
But I couldn't turn that t.v. off, not even for the day
'Cause with all that peace and quiet, I just don't know what I'd say
Until one day I was laying back, watching the cigarette smoke rise
When I heard in my ear, the buzzing of a fly
So I sat up real quick and I looked for a magazine
But that old holy bible, was the closest thing I'd seen
So I picked up my remote, and I turned that t.v. off
When somewhere in the distance, I hear a hum of wing real soft
So I took each step real slow, direct with every move
Until the little buzzing wings were the loudest thing in the room
And there against the window, he sat real still
And I pulled that old book back, and made in for the kill
When I crashed into the window, and his guts smeared on the pane
And the smoke and dust was clear, it was only I that remain
Then the room got real quiet again, and then came to me a thought
What's a man got left to do, when there's no more flies to swat?
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Hunter Hicks Laramie, Wyoming
Hunter Hicks, raised in the state of Wyoming and currently based out of New Orleans, performs original songs meant to blend into the great American songbook. An ode to the tradition of songwriting, reminiscing the craft of everything from Lightning Hopkins to Hank Williams, Hicks sees American folk music as a tradition that can survive the modern world. ... more
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