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Madras Greyhound Line
04:06
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Last night Matt drove his truck up to the mountain
twelve miles down the road is where they found him
now a case of beer won't kill a man that size
but in the morning he'll be wishing that he'd died
Now he's sitting in jail again
for another ninety days
tried to ask him why
but he didn't have much to say
he said I used to be a dreamer, but dreaming doesn't pay
and the Greyhound line to Madras closed today.
The judge said his blood level was way too high
it was reckless and it was wrong to try to drive
Matt said, I know the risks of liquor, and they're real
but I was the only one up there to kill
Now he's sitting in jail again
for another ninety days
tried to ask him why
but he didn't have much to say
he said, I used to be a lover, but love just fades away
and the Greyhound line to Madras closed today
now that mountain road was empty, nobody died
just another routine DU - double I
cuz the dreams of the pioneer's long dead out there
and it's hard to find the will to change when you just don't care
Now he's sitting in jail again
for another ninety days
tried to ask him why
but he didn't have much to say
he said, I used to be a believer, but Lord I've lost my way
and the Greyhound line to Madras closed today
and the Greyhound line to Madras closed today
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You can call me a jerk
You can call me a jerk
you want a rise out of me? well darling, that won't work.
You can call me a nag
you can call me a drag
ah but, baby don't you call me baby when I'm mad at you
You can say that I'm crazy
You can say that I'm crazy
believe me, honey, that one will not faze me
ah but if I were you
there's one thing I wouldn't do
and that's baby don't you call me baby when I'm mad at you
I got a pretty thick skin, and I don't want you to win
it's hard to get my goat
If I don't give a reaction you don't get no satisfaction
no chance to gloat!
You can call me a bitch now
you know I won't drop a stitch now
ah but baby don't you call me baby when I'm mad at you
I said baby don't you call me baby when I'm mad at you
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3. |
Better
03:52
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Honestly, it's not going good
recently nothing's gone as I would
have liked for it to
but something is different now
finally I'm learning how to live
and I'm just a little tired, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little cold, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little lonely, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little sad, but it's not bad
and it's better, and it's better, and it's better than it's ever been
and it's better, and it's better, and it's better than before
I willed myself to push through the doubt
ah but, when the bottom fell out
can't say I was surprised
now I can handle whatever's in store
cuz I'm not in control anymore
never was
and I'm just a little bored, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little scared, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little hopeful, but it's not bad
and I'm just a little glad, but it's not bad
and it's better, and it's better, and it's better than it's ever been
and it's better, and it's better, and it's better than before
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Golden Cage
04:01
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Welcome to the first circle
it's a place that I've come to know well
fragments of mercy may fall at your feet
but never forget, you're still in hell
You're in the Golden Cage
born into a gilded age
biding time with silent rage
waiting for your heart to give
or breaking free so you can live
Dress in a gown of pure white
eat from a plastic platter
sleep in a sterilized bed every night
when morning breaks, what does it matter?
Here's a little tip I've learned
somewhere along the way
don't let them know that they're getting to you
don't give your power away
it's time for introductions
everyone state your name
your favorite pie, game, TV show or color
apple or peach, it's all the same
You're in the Golden Cage
born into a gilded age
biding time with silent rage
waiting for your heart to give
or breaking free so you can live
Now carriages line the hallway
black as the minds they consume
angels of death come to wheel them away
to a rubber electronic room
you're nearly dead on the inside
but there's safety in being bound
you might take flight when you exit those doors
you might plunge deeper underground
They say we all have done strange things
they say we're on a reprieve
it's true that we're in the outermost ring
ask yourself, do you really want to leave?
for you're in the Golden Cage
born into a gilded age
biding time with silent rage
waiting for your hear tot give
or breaking free so you can live
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Kira Lesley Portland, Oregon
I'm a storyteller who uses song to explore the human condition. I am drawn to the universal struggles and stories of folk music and questions of authenticity in music and life. I was born and raised in the City of Roses. I'm a graduate student in Public History and my other research areas include addiction, mental health and religion. ... more
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