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The Alchemist
03:39
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When I was young I was told I showed promise
That I could be anything that I wanted
But no one did predict
I’d become the world’s greatest alchemist
Step right up and get ready for the show
I can turn the dullest penny into gold
Curious it’s a wonder to behold
I can even make myself believe you love me
When you don’t
It’s only taken a lifetime of practice
To hone the skill and to master the craft
If I cheat to pull off the trick
Then I must or I just can’t live with it
Step right up and get ready for the show
I can turn the dullest penny into gold
Curious it’s a wonder to behold
I can even make myself believe you love me
When you don’t
Spare me your indifference
I don’t care no I won’t take a hint
I won’t be ashamed I’m trying to change you
Or that I’m manipulating the evidence
Step right up and get ready for the show
Watch me turn the dullest penny into gold
Curious it’s a wonder to behold
I can even make myself believe you love me
When you don’t
When you don’t
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2. |
Amarillo and Little Rock
03:36
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I’ve been getting acquainted with the kind of pain
That’ll bend your mind and cause it to fray
Bend your knees and force you to pray
Who says people don’t change
My doctor tells me I’ve got a brain
It don’t make dopamine and won’t think straight
The round one takes the edge away
The red one keeps the blues at bay
Somewhere between Amarillo and Little Rock
He said “You wanna tell me why you failed to abide by the traffic stop”
And I didn’t really know the speed I was going just that it wasn’t fast enough
Always running behind I never can catch up
I’m breaking down between Amarillo and Little Rock
Why so far from home he asks
But I wasn’t there long enough to call it that
The south has lower property tax
I find myself circling back
Do they pad prescription opioid dosage
So he can meet his ticket quota
When he asks me if I’m sober
I say “I really don’t know, Sir”
I’m just somewhere between Amarillo and Little Rock
They’ve got hay for sale by the roll or bale and they grow cash crop
Is there anywhere in middle America people aren’t working their asses off
Always running behind they never can catch up
We’re breaking down between Amarillo and Little Rock
I’d sooner burn through my reserves and let the wheels come off
Before it’d occur to me that I could stop
Somewhere between Amarillo and Little Rock
It’s as good a place as any to just get out and take a walk
Ain’t it funny when clarity’s hidden in a contradiction or a paradox
Can’t begin to get your bearings ’til your good and lost
And breaking down between Amarillo and Little Rock
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3. |
Beggar
04:07
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It was never a white picket fence
Or too much extravagance
But I don’t know when it became whatever I thought I could get
Maybe I lowered the bar
A rung too far
When the world don’t ever give you better than you think you are
I’m saving face now ‘cause I’m no beggar
I’ve got it good so why should I want better
They’ll call me ungrateful but it’s no more clever
Than half the shit I call myself so I can’t get there
When I want more than I’ve been settling for
Now I feel the cold coming on
I look up the leaves are gone
Seems like seasons used to linger and now they just hit and run
Time ain’t no friend of mine
My patience turned to pride
Sayin’ I already failed so I don’t ever have to try
I’m saving face now ‘cause I’m no beggar
I’ve got it good so why should I want better
They’ll call me ungrateful but it’s no more clever
Than half the traps I set myself so I can’t get there
When I want more than I’ve been settling for
Might be stuck in my ways but I know
I’m not a mountain I am a volcano
And I’ve got years of pressure building underneath
So I still put my money on me
Cause I ain’t saving face now
No I’m just a beggar
And I got nothing left to take but desperate measures
So call me ungrateful call me whatever
But I’ll be damned if I don’t see it’s now or never
When I want more than I’ve been settling for
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4. |
Waiting
03:30
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We were only fifteen on the school debate team
I wore a tie had a face full of braces
You had holes in your jeans and safety pin earrings
Got tired of one side of your hair you’d just shave it
And I’d never seen a more beautiful thing
Said when you’re sick of that asshole you’re dating
I will be waiting
Until things are less complicated
Waiting
What else would you do for an angel
In a couple of years cocaine and cheap beer
I thought you might notice me running with that crowd
But you weren’t around the night I went out
Got into that trouble they don’t let you out of
Decided to fight for the rest of my life
To get outta of that hell I was caged in
Just waiting
Until things are less complicated
Waiting
What else would you do for an angel
So we wrote letters and talked on the phone
There were times I didn’t feel so alone
I’d see you the weekends you’d get it approved
But the letters stopped coming the visits did too
They gave me my pills a ten dollar bill
My teeth are half rotten my hair it’s all gray
And I didn’t know anywhere to call home
So I bought these cheap flowers to put on your grave
And I’m gonna spend my days making amends
So they’ll let me come see you in heaven
‘Til then I’ll be waiting
Until things are less complicated
Waiting
What else would you do for an angel
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Caitlin Cannon Nashville, Tennessee
According to Saving Country Music, Cannon's “not a songwriter for the winners; she's a songwriter for the broken, the downtrodden, the losers, the motherfuckers. She sings about real shit that most other songwriters don't have the guts to broach...one of those country artists that slides so criminally under the radar; it angers the blood…" ... more
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