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Speakin' In Rhyme
04:38
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There’s a man by the side of the road and he’s holdin' a sign and he's takin' his time and he’s speaking his mind…….in rhyme
He said I was the greatest of all, ten feet tall, was havin’ a ball, out of the race, can’t keep pace, fell on my face, a big disgrace, quittin’ the chase
I said hey man, why so down, why the frown, go downtown, break it down
He said thank you for speaking in rhyme, givin me time, my life is a grind and I’m in a bind
Beyond the Western hills is a sun that sets
And in the East the same but opposite
And in the course of a day there’s much to gain
Unless you’ve given in and just abstain
There’s a sign where you enter the door that’s been painted over twice that gives you advice as how to be wise and live your life
So you scrape away at the paint, and find the advice is what it aint’, and your wonderin’ why you believed in a sign painted over twice just for advice as how to be wise
You were fooled again, didn’t think for yourself, it’s an awful shame trustin’ someone else
So you put away the ladder, give back the rope, think to yourself …find another road (chorus)
Beyond the Western hills you can chase the day like a dog that chases its tail, it never ends
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Jumpin' River
04:06
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Sometimes I think of home
See I’ve been so far away
For so many days….
The place still looks the same
But different in so many ways
Yea, I can’t go home…
I’ve often wondered how it came to be
Hang a right at the hill onto CTY D, yeah
Is the gravel still on the road
I’ll probably never, ever know….
Cuz I can’t go home
Time flies……oooooo
Time flies……..
Time flies……oooooo
Time flies…..
Summer winds carried me down country roads
Past the cattle herds and bailer loads
Walkin’ down Sunnyside, let’s take a ride
Yeaaaaaa to grandpa’s farm
Come on brother, yea take my arm
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Desperate Tone
04:32
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I guess I was the last one to know
How my life struck a desperate tone
The cloudy dawn and a windy moan
Sings a song in a desperate tone
The big lake knows my secrets well
Limestone bluffs buffered many a gale
Cattails sway and light barely shone
Amplify the desperate tone
Lean on me, lean on me, lean on me, rest your head
Turned my head straight into the wind
Never stops and never begins
A lonesome girl chilled to the bone
Lives her life in a desperate tone
Gun barrel grey stretched mile by mile
November weather’s December’s child
All I’ve known has now disowned
And thus I live in this desperate tone
Lean on me, lean on me, lean on me, rest your head
Mother earth you can ease my mind
Father time brings me back to my life
It swings and sways and says you must atone
And live your life of a desperate tone
Lean on me, lean on me, lean on me, rest your head
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4. |
Love Fix
03:47
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Seems like we’ve been away too long; doesn’t mean the passion’s gone
Let’s take some time and slow it down; Enough with this craziness spinnin’ round
Can’t get, too crazy, all alone now, miss my baby
Just a chillin’, some White Stripes, cold beer, will get us there
Out of body, where we want it, inhibition, abandoned now
Lost in time now, lost in pleasure, night is young and
We’ll do it, and do it, and do it, and do it, and do it…
It’s a love fix, whoa…, It’s a love fix, whoa
Like Micky and Mallory recklessly killing, we’re blinded by passion and can’t stop it anyway….Love fix, whoa
Yeah we’re called by the evening air; with the stars there is more to share
The night brings out the best in us; call it love and call it lust
Can’t get, too crazy, all alone now, we’re playin’
Constellations, dark of night, warm breezes, will get us there
Out of body, where we want it, inhibition, abandoned now
Lost in you now, my lover, night is young and
We’ll do it, and do it, and do it, and do it, and do it…
It’s a love fix, whoa….It’s a love fix, whoa
Like Skully and Mulder we’ll get to the truth of this astral connection that lies at the root of this…Love fix, whoa
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5. |
New Preachin'
05:01
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Have you been whippin’ yourself from something?
Beatin’ the hell out of you for something’?
Do you need another kind of preachin?
More barbed wire and more bleedin’?
Vulture is circlin’ overhead
Coyote is singin’ about your death
They saw your soul jump out your mouth
Thought you was a godless man
Should we tie you to a tree?
Leave you by the road?
Tear out your eyes, rip out your tongue, and laugh?
Should we burn you at the stake?
Throw tomatoes at your face?
Humiliate, denigrate shame you in front of your fans?
It won’t be easy to do..cause you’ve done this to you
Those pretty eyes are vicious
Like two overcooked biscuits
You wanna’ canonize yourself?
Be the martyr of the year?
Lets have a parade in your honor; or better yet lets have a grand carnival
Get a ferris wheel; pony rides, funnel cakes, jugglers and games
You could join right with ‘em; put on your makeup and act like yourself
Your darkness is waitin’
Your camp is taken down
The reaper is upon you
A haze of gray is fading to black
Should we tie you to a tree?
Leave you by the road?
Tear out your eyes, rip out your tongue, and laugh?
Should we burn you at the stake?
Throw tomatoes at your face?
Humiliate, denigrate shame you in front of your fans?
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Wise Jennings Lake Geneva, Wisconsin
in the summer of 2016 Jeff and Melissa agreed to play some songs at a friends backyard party. After that they started booking shows at local venues playing Americana cover songs. They decided to write their own music, recorded an EP and are busy performing. ... more
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