1. |
Talking to Chairs
04:34
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Verse 1:
I grew up on the second story of some jersey brick layers pride
Styrofoam coffee cups and half lit rooms on Wednesday nights
King of the baseball team, suburban factories, leather bound to burst
Caught the big one one Friday night… Man I was something
Yeah where I come from people lay their heads to rest.
Way before their time I guess
It ain’t that easy getting worn
Chorus:
And it’s one day at a time who you trying to kid
Ain’t that time a shit kicker man I lost what I had been
I ain’t looking for a family and god never seemed to care
Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs
Verse 2:
Oh my father was an honest man
Gave his life to the union for a gold watch and some land
Oh my mother god rest her soul
Was a fighter and a drinker since I’m six years old… but I let that go
Chorus:
And it’s one day at a time who you trying to kid
Ain’t that time a shit kicker man I lost who I have been
I ain’t looking for a family and god never seemed to care
Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs
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2. |
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Verse 1:
Woke up this morning wishin’ I never heard
Of drugs sex women guns all the things that are fun
They’ll give you the shakes, make you lose your lunch
Kill you in a second but a seconds not enough
Chorus:
Ooh the reaper got to reap what you sow
I’ve been a bad bad man but it feels so good
Hell knows where I’m gonna go if heaven won’t take me then I guess it’s back down I’ll go
Verse 2:
Well I stumble out of bed conversations with a bottle
The needle sits so silent it conspires with a spoon
To get you so high to keep you so low
That’s why all the addicts inject between their toes
Chorus:
Ooh the reaper got to reap what you sow
I’ve been a bad bad man but it feels so good
Hell knows where I’m gonna go if heaven won’t take me then I guess it’s back down I’ll go
Verse 3:
Well I get up off the floor the porcelain gods they seem forgiving
I made it through the sacrificial offering, spilled my guts
The room keeps spinning round the music takes its toll
I might of made a mess but they call it rock and roll.
Chorus:
Ooh the reaper got to reap what you sow
I’ve been a bad bad man but it feels so good
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3. |
Lorelai
04:35
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Verse 1:
Call me a liar cause I fumble the truth
My tongue it shakes like my hands when I’m around you
Well who needs a fire when the whiskey it burns
Found this song in a bottle and drank down these words
Verse 2:
Well she loves the night and the smell of cocaine
Well the needle adores you now mainline lipstick and shame
Who needs a fire when were already burned
Im that lump in your stomach you’re the spot on my lung
Bridge:
Well Honey they covered up those tracks
When you closed your eyes for good
A life cut shorts by pleasures pain
You left me a mess…
You always said that you would
Verse 3:
Call me a coward, cause I can’t find the tears
You look more alive in that cheap pine box
Then you have in years
They say that it’s over and death the was cure
Oh I love you honey now I pissed at the lord
Oh the needle adores you…
Was it worth dying for…
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4. |
Black Lung
04:27
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Verse 1:
Black lung you know your time has come
You been out on the runs now it’s time to come clean
The sheriffs finally got his man
But you got your gun in your hand…
Nothing comes easy
Verse 2:
You’re a dead man walking since you shot him down
Cold blood trickles down your fingers your halfway in the ground
The sheriff was the closest to kin
you chased him for years your brothers in arms
A fitting end for a friend oh his name on a bullet
And his gun in the sand
Chorus:
Well you gotta keep your head up
(Gotta keep your head up)
Oh they’re watching you
(They’re watching you)
Oh you can’t hide a wanted man’s blues
(No denying that your hell bound)
Well you gotta keep your head up
(Gotta keep your head up)
Oh they’re watching you
(They’re watching you)
Oh you can’t hide a wanted man’s blues
(pretty soon you’ll be lying in the ground)
Verse 3:
Black lungs heavens all full hell bound running as fast as you can
You live your life with your finger on the trigger
Got one eye open for the new law man
Their all gunning for you, you can’t hide a wanted man’s blues
The bounty keeps growing...
Oh a bible and a bullet… Well who says you can’t be saved
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5. |
Gold Rush
04:12
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Verse 1:
Oh your moth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
Oooh you skin just the right sentences
To put together your taxidermy verse
Chorus:
And Oklahoma didn’t yield the gold you thought that I would
When you’re panning for hope, but the years roll by faster than they should
Verse 2:
You say home is now just a memory
A dusty bowl filled with drunks and butts of cigarettes
A wasteland fueled by whiskey full of angry folk
Who love to talk politics
Chorus 2:
The neon lights turn that one square mile town on fire
And the bar flies soar into the light at least they’ll die for their desires
And how can you go back without gold in your hands
They’ll all call you a liar
Verse 3:
Oh your mouth is like a bear trap baby
And those wild words they were born to run
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6. |
The Art of Letting Go
06:04
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Verse 1:
Have you read the latest headline words painted black and white
The factories all stop on their production line
And this country’s hearts been broken since they all quit making sense
No need for cracked and calloused hands
Verse 2:
I heard the folks just up and left after the carnival skipped town
Vacant concreate parking lots turned chained off canvases
Where oil stains the ground
And we’re all looking for something that we’d all kill to get back
Before these calloused hands had cracked
Chorus:
And oh what becomes of the clown when the big top comes down
And no, no more reasons to dawn his painted smile no more
No more..
Verse 3:
I hear the eco of a bullet they look like fireflies
And all are first bon sons are shipping off to die
We’ll get a flag for our fallen a trumpet serenade
Bridge:
Oooh sewer smells and rooftops bring memories of home
The tvs set in its new ways far to good for monochrome
Fortune tellers and profits end up in boxes all the same
It’s the art of letting go… let go…
Chorus 2:
Oh theres so much more to see doused in gasoline
And no, no more reasons to hold, these lit matches no more
no more…
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7. |
Some Kind of Way
04:18
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Verse 1:
Jenny was a renegade Cheap sunglasses at the Labor Day parade
Chases her whiskey with lemonade waiting for the sky to fall down
Bobby was just waking up heavy heart breaking in a funeral tux
Jenny says stranger you look out of luck
Why not put your hand in mine
Maybe we can buy some time
Chorus:
It’s been a long day darling
Look at what a mess we made
It’s been a long time coming
Can I feel some kind a way
Verse 2:
They held out for a month or two
Bumming cigarettes and skipping school
Maybe they were just a couple counterfeit fools
Thinking they could beat this town
Throwing rocks at the engines till the morning broke
Bob says lets take this train I don’t care where it goes
There was something different in the way that he spoke
Jenny I’m afraid to come down
It could never be as good as right now
Chorus:
It’s been a long day darling
Look at what a mess we made
It’s been a long time coming
Can I feel some kind a way
Bridge:
Jenny says I haven’t seen you this dressed up since that parade on Labor Day
I guess I couldn’t save you
Chorus:
It’s been a long day darling
Look at what a mess we made
It’s been a long day darling
Can I feel some kind a way
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Jason Erie Nashville, Tennessee
Jason Erie is an Americana Singer-Songwriter based in Nashville,TN.
"Hyper-sensory storytelling with raw, hard-hitting images and a white-knuckle worldview that seems best cultivated in the Garden State."
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