2009-03-01
Reynolds, ASCAP@2009

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Shuffle round

In this empty old room

Buckle down

Ignore the gloom and doom.

Not one sound

Nut the echo of my steps

Tv turned down

That's as lonely as it gets.

And the mailman's timid knock

Unwanted errand

Another threat in an envelope

Like a bomb with a stamp.

Have you got change?

Change for the Blues? 

 

Can't wear

My smile on the outside

I swear

I still got it

But it’s mighty hard to find.

I'll tear

Anything that gets too close

It's rare

I make a move that's far too bold.

And the liquor store clerk

And her smart ass comments

Yeah, i'm drinking again today

And it's time well spent.

Have you got change

Change for the Blues?

 

Stop sending me your letters

No return address

And I throw ‘em in the trash

Put the garbage on top.

don’t wanna be harassed

Wanna make it thru the day the best I can.

Walking in flip flops

In my dirty white socks. 

 

Can’t be

Anybody but me  

You and he  

Drag around those upbeat personalities.

You lead

I run the other way

You feed

On the people who will brighten up your way.

And the police knock

Asking  if I’m okay

I give ‘em 2 thumbs up

I pretend I’m gonna shave today.

Have you got change?

Change for the Blues? 

 

2009-03-17
Rand Reynolds, ASCAP@2009

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And when I heard the news

I run right after you

She lay in the ground

No head there to be found

A lifeless corpse there laid

2 bodies in one grave

A mother and her child

Dumped on the mountainside. 

 

The sheriff turned beat red

At such a senseless death

Too much blood this crime

Oh, she was still alive.

When they sawed her neck

And took away her head

Oh where, oh where it went

Is anybody’s guess. 

 

In those woods

Where she was slain

No face and no name

On the grave

A cross of sticks

A gruesome deed

That they had did

 

 

(They traced her shoes,

 all right

And put a name

to the face

Of Pearl Bryan.)

 

 

A Hoosier girl in love

Quite lovely just too young

For a man of means

Who took up doctoring.

She told him of her plight

He left that town that night

She followed bag in hand

She found out where he ran.

 

She pleaded time and time

Marry me or kill this child

That you placed in my womb

Last night in my bedroom.

I will not go back home

I’ll not be left alone

To raise this child real poor

Or be branded a temptress whore.

 

And in the face of justice

He found an accomplice.

To cut the child from her

But that’s not what occurred.

They mixed the drug with wine

 She passed out in no time.

The doctor’s shaky hands

Such incompetence.

 

The cocaine numbed her up

But it was just too much.

But she was still alive

Heading for the state line.

They had her baggage there

A little clothing wear

They watched the miles roll by

Got off, at the Kentucky line.

 

They dragged her to the end

Death, sometimes, does pretend

They thought that she had died

Or maybe they just lied. 

Now why they had a saw

I do not know at all.

The cut was swift and clean

They promptly left, that bloody scene.

 

They stopped in town for beer

Gave the barkeep there

A bag to hold for them

Till they come back again.

Before the sun come up

That bag was soaked in blood

One man, death for hire

Burned her head, in a furnace fire.

 

 

 

 

2009-03-01
Reynolds, ASCAP@2009

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Everybody’s got secrets

And places they hide

Something we’re all ashamed of

When you drag around too many lies.

I had the taste in my mouth

And the smell on my hands

Afraid of tomorrow

Ignoring the past

Avoiding all of your eyes.

 

I'm just a prayer

I'm just a prayer

Of things unforseen

And hopes for me

And people I'll probably never be. 

 

I fell

By my own hand

I choked

When it mattered the most

Right at the end.

I believed

I was under control

I was dragged under again recklessly

Visiting old ghosts

 

New days

Wasted like wine

On a drunkard who's already drunk

And knows he's got so little time.

Old ways

Threaten my change

Flying by the seat of my pants

Searching for fortune and fame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2009-03-01
Reynolds, ASCAP@2009

Lyrics

 

I can ignore your dirty looks

Your nose in those mystery books

Renting DVD’s

Lost in a haze.

Your sense of contempt

At my obvious neglect

When you say those things

I act unphased.

 

Cause movies aren’t life

It has better writers

You kiss and make up

Forgive and stop fighting.

But this ain't no Hollywood

This is jeans and tee shirts

Those sounds from your mouth

Words hurt.

 

I'd take a busted arm

To save a broken heart

I'd move right out

So I wouldn't have to hear your mouth.

I'm die-hard romantic

Oh I wish we'd work it out

But it's way past fixing

You can have half your house. 

 

You could smack me in the eye

I could easily make you cry

I don't know when it happened

But I lost her. 

I saw “Fatal Attraction”

And our sequel is much worse

But this acting around here

Is worth 2 Oscars. 

 

Movies aren’t life

It has better writers

You kiss and make up

Forgive and stop fighting.

But this ain't no Hollywood

This is jeans and tee shirts

Those sounds from your mouth

Words hurt.

 

I’d take a busted arm

To save a broken heart

I'd move right out

So I wouldn't have to hear your mouth.

I'm die-hard romantic

Oh I wish we'd work it out

But it's way past fixing

You can have half of your house. 

 

Movies aren’t life

It has better writers

You kiss and make up

Forgive and stop fighting.

But this ain't no Hollywood

This is jeans and tee shirts

Those sounds from your mouth

Words hurt.