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I met you, I met an innocent girl
I saw a picture of a teen and it made me cry
You don’t need that face, don’t need those pills
I would’ve told you straight but you’d wonder why.
Growing tall, you want to climb the wall
You wanna make a name for those eye’s at home
Your skin so clear, your blood so pure
Another drop in the see makes me so alone.
Nothing ever really stays the same
Nothing ever really stays the same
It feels like the most saddening thing I know
Like watching your mother, your mother cry.
I met you, I met an innocent girl
I saw a picture of a teen and it made me smile
You don’t need that face, don’t need those pills
I would’ve known at first but your light made me blind.
Growing tall, you want to climb the wall
You wanna make a name for those eyes at home.
Your skin so clear, your blood so pure,
I would’ve had a taste but I’d just want more.
Nothing ever really stays the same,
Nothing ever really stays the same.
It feels like the most saddening thing I know
Is you won’t be lover, my lover now…
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Hilary, Come on Home
03:10
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Between you and me, Hilary, won't you come on home?
You ever heavy live your your life like a sinking stone
And you Hilary sit alone on a borrowed throne.
There's no shame, there's no shame
There's no shame, there's no shame, in coming home, coming home,
Come on home.
Between you and me, Hilary, come on home to find,
Expectations are illusions built up in your mind.
It's sure to be hard when you fall from a horse so high,
But there's no shame, there's no shame
There's no shame, there's no shame, in coming home,
coming home,
Come on home.
Looking for direction, looking for connection
It's only cause we love you it aint no vivisection,
Please go on take this, put it on a playlist
Come on be a man and shake this, there's no shame...
There's no shame.
There's no shame, there's no shame in coming home,
coming home,
Come on home.
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Born To Breed
02:38
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Born to love, not born to fight
I’d lay naked with you till the morning light
Born to breed, not born to plead
Nothing grows if you don’t plant the seed.. ohhhh
A silhouette in the evening glow
Body is moving like the undertow
Sucking me in, sucking me dry
I’d sin for you i’d lie for you… ohhh
If you don’t know
I’d question all my history to this far
Who you are,
Is testing all my self control because
Now, mothers sing it brings me close to God
Mystic princess brings me to me knees.
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Riddles
04:03
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My head filled with noise,
I am distant, hazy
I close my eyes,
I see your face, smiling back at me.
The clouds disappear.
Winter, cold stagnant day,
I am drifting down Brunswick St.
Maybe another way, putting one foot in front the other,
Awkward ballet.
Oh, if life was only fiction,
Farewell to internal friction.
I’m in love with your description
But my heart only speaks in Riddles.
Engulfed in heavy stone,
I am trying so hard but I just can’t break free.
Maybe, give it time,
It’ll turn to sand and take this weight from me.
But we’ll just wait and see.
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Cradle of Wood
04:08
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She watches as I vanish out the door, she may have called for me to stay, I go instead.
I’m needing to soothe my soul, and ease this lust for serenity, to clear my head.
And I know, I'm nestled in this, cradle of wood
Cause inside, I know that, I really should
Pack my bags, and leave this city behind
and pay no mind, to what I may not find.
This river is truly dry, I walk and feel it’s barren crackled bed, between my toes.
A tree needs water to grow, and maybe the stars will align, but who really knows?
Cause I know, I'm nestled in this, cradle of wood
And inside, I know that, I really should
Pack my bags, and leave this city behind
and pay no mind, to what I may not find.
Guitar Solo
This cradle may as well be a coffin to me,
This cradle may as well be a coffin to me
This cradle may as well be a coffin to me,
There comes a time, and it's time to leave
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Arms Around Your Lover
03:16
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Pretty girl, Louise, always trying to please,
Got down on her knees, on new years eve.
Bicardi Breezer’s and a drunken sleaze,
If there’s any real love then it’s hard to see.
Here we go the other side of the globe,
A traveling man and a $40 hoe,
It’s over fast and it sure won’t last,
But he’s numbing the pain from a love from the past.
It’s a night like no other,
Put your arms around your lover.
Everything else can wait,
Cause it’s a brand new slate tonight.
Husky diva, star of the stage,
He doesn’t even care that she’s his mother’s age.
She’s over 40, and he’s just horny,
But he thinks he’s got a chance.
He waits for hours after the show,
Hoping for a glimpse as she goes.
She rolls out later in a black Cadillac,
Rolls down the window, yells ‘Hop in the back’
and it wasn’t love, but it sure was fun.
Then there’s me, I got love in my heart,
A pretty little girl, it’s a work of art.
It’s been over four years, pleasure more than the pain,
I just can’t wait to keep it going.
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Ghost
03:33
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I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home,
But my heart is like stone.
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home,
But my heart is like stone.
Oh, my heart is like stone.
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home.
I never pick up my phone.
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home.
I never pick up my phone.
Now, I’m just a shadow in a setting sun.
I used to know you, where’d it all go to?
Solid ground in crumbling around you.
You used to feel me, reveal the real me,
Now you turn and try to conceal me.
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home,
You just look right through me.
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost in my home,
You just look right through me.
Now, I’m all alone.
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NYC
03:28
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A few beers down and you’re so pretty,
I don’t know what I’m saying but I know it ain’t witty,
Although I gotta say I’ve got other things on my mind.
When the snow keeps falling in New York City,
I’m punching under water but I hope you take pity on me,
If I’m lucky let me warm your bed tonight.
Man: Cause it’s mighty cold outside,
I’m a long way from home
Even Brooklyn feels far away when I’m near to you,
Tell me what’s a boy to do?
Woman: Cause they’re closing up the bar,
And the crowds have turned to few
We all need a little care,
Tell me what’s a girl to do?
A few beers down and you’re so pretty,
I don’t know what I’m saying but I know it ain’t witty,
I lost my train of thought the second that I learned your name.
When the snow keeps falling in New York City,
I’m punching under water but I hope you take pity on me,
If I’m lucky let me warm your bed tonight.
Baby let me warm your bed tonight…
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Liquor Store
04:17
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This is a story of a man that I knew before,
Spent a lot of time at the Liquor Store.
He’s got a couple kids and a wife at home,
But a family man never felt quite so alone.
He said “Son, this thing’s got a hold on me,
“And I don’t know, how to set me free.”
And if he felt like a man, it was years ago
On recovery road, he’s moving so slow.
A proud old man is close to tears,
It’s not the drunk but the sober he fears, he fears…
He said “Son, this thing’s got a hold on me,
“And I don’t know, how to set me free.”
I try so hard, I try so hard.
Don’t you know I try?
He said “Son, this thing’s got a hold on me,
“And I don’t know, how to set me free.”
“Son this thing’s got a hold on me,
Cause I can’t be for you, what you need from me.”
I can’t be you…
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Let Her Go
03:40
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Well I sailed across the water,
Looking for solid ground.
A place to rest my head,
A home, a safer bet.
I’ve been living like a hobo,
With a suitcase in my hand,
No loving in my heart,
And no future in which to start.
Well I left my wife behind me,
Cause I thought she wasn’t true.
I never found the answer,
But what else was there to do?
I could see it in her eyes,
Her gaze had lost it’s twinkle,
There’s no warmth in her touch anymore,
I made my mind, I had to let her go.
I made my mind, made my mind,
That I would let her go, let her go,
I think I’ll let her go.
Now she’s gone, I loathe the earth,
Regret has a funny side,
Cause if there’s just one thing a man won’t trade for love,
It’s his foolish fucking pride.
I miss her like the air I breathe,
I’ll never be quite the same,
Cause when we made love, I lost the time.
And I wouldn’t find it for days.
She made a war, feel like a game,
That water taste like wine,
And when she would state that ‘Baby, we’re great’
I’d believe her every time.
But I had made, made my bed.
Now I must lay, I must lay in it…
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Lonesome Man
04:25
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The beating of a heart, it mirrors a drum
I fossick in my pocket an impossible sum.
Every time I’m betting I’m sure to lose
I tried to write a classic, ended up with the blues.
But I got no one to blame cause it’s the life I choose.
Oh, this barren land
Even in a crowd I’m a lonesome man
Everybody’s running like the fires behind
Everybody’s searching with nothing to find.
Me I’m just looking for another way.
Something that’ll keep all my demons away.
Oh, this barren land
Even in a crowd I’m a lonesome man
I try to run but it runs in my veins,
I try to shake the urge but it never wanes.
Me, I’m just walking down a dusty trail.
I’m never looking back, just be chasing my tail, my tail….
Oh, this barren land
Even in a crowd I’m a lonesome man
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Oliver's Army Melbourne, Australia
Olivers Army is the music and ideas of Barossa Valley born singer/songwriter Ryan Oliver.
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