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Down The Barrel
04:08
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Down the Barrel
Today I thought about dying for the first time in my life It’s hard to know just where to draw the line
As I look into the mirror, I know the end is here to stay But I just couldn’t do it, so I put the gun away
But there’s a bullet in my Daddy’s hunting gun
He always told me, there’s a name on everyone
I screw my eyes up till I’m blind, guess I knew there’d come a time When the bullet with m name comes down the barrel
When the bullet with my name comes down the barrel
It’s been six years and a day since you left me
The days I’ve counted, two thousand, one hundred ninety three My fist, it finds the mirror, the blood courses out my veins Though I fall to the floor, I will waken once again\
But there’s a bullet in my Daddy’s hunting gun
He always told me, there’s a name on everyone
I screw my eyes up till I’m blind, guess I knew there’d come a time When the bullet with m name comes down the barrel
When the bullet with my name comes down the barrel
Pull the trigger, let it fly
You know I ain’t a-scared to die
If it only means I’ll be in her arms again
Until that day the hurt and pain remains
Looks like the bullet in the barrel had my name
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First One
05:30
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AN ICY ROAD A FREEZING WIND
SHIVERS DOWN MY BACK AGAIN
THAT’S THE WAY ITS ALWAYS BEEN
RUNNING ON INTO THE NIGHT
HEADLIGHTS FROM THE TRUCKS SO BRIGHT
SCREAMING THRU' THE DRIVING RAIN
SOON BE DAWN THE SUN COMES UP
SHINING THROUGH THE ROADS RED DUST
NEED TO GET SOME GAS SOON
ASK THE GUY BEHIND THE CAGE
IF HES EVER SEEN YOUR FACE
HE DON'T EVEN LOOK AT THE PHOTOGRAPH
FIRST ONE, YOU'RE NOT THE FRST ONE
MAYBE THE LAST, NEVER THE FIRST ONE
FIRST ONE, NO NOT THE FIRST ONE
MIGHT TAKE TIME, GOT YOU ON MY MIND
BUT YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST ONE
SLOWING DOWN, THERE'S COPS AHEAD
BROKEN TRUCK AND SOMEONE DEAD
GOTTA GET OFF OF THIS ROAD
DOWN A TRACK INTO A TOWN
ASKING IF THEY'VE SEEN YOU AROUND
THE ANSWER'S ALWAYS NO
First One etc.....
FIND A PLACE TO WASH MY PAIN
GET SOME REST AND START AGAIN
NOT SURE WHICH WAY TO GO
KEEP GOING SOUTH OR HEAD OUT EAST
NO MATTER WHAT IT STILL WON'T LEAD ME
UP TO YOUR FRONT DOOR
FIRST ONE etc....
START TO SKID, TYRE BURSTS
BRAKES NOT WORKING LIKE THEY SHOULD
THIS COULD BE THE END
IF IT AIN'T I'LL GET BACK UP
THUMB A LIFT FROM A SOUTHBOUND TRUCK
START TO SEARCH FOR YOU AGAIN
FIRST ONE etc.... X2
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Weather Permitting
04:00
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Givin' Up, Givin' Up
03:27
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I’m giving up giving up
Ain’t gonna lose again
Been low too many times
My life’s about to change
I’m gonna keep trying hard T
o get back on the track
Change my style for the better
And never look back
I’m heading towards the light
Out of the shadows I’ve been in all my life
Ain’t gonna run away
Had enough of that
I’m giving up giving up
I just hope that it lasts
I’m crying no more tears
Gonna lose that frown
I’ll walk tall and straight
Never looking down
I’m gonna see the world
Through clear unhindered eyes
I’m giving up giving up A
in’t telling no more lies
To justify my case
I’m gonna paint these words all over the place
I’m giving up giving up
It’s easy to say
I’m giving up giving up
There is no other way
I’m giving up giving up
Gonna change my ways
I’m giving up giving up
Here come better days
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Time Will Tell
04:26
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Sitting, Waiting
Watching myself
Looking at the other folk through the glass
Wanting, Longing
Dying to touch
Just a small piece of something that they hope will last
Time will tell, Wait and see
My reflection sure don't look like me
Don't feel as old as I seem to be
It's just distorting my reality
Rhyming, Picking
Been playing all day
This buzzing in my head just won't go away
Writing,Stupid words
Don't make any sense
Get a real job need to pay the rent
Time will tell,Wait and see
That fella in the mirror why's he staring at me
Sure looks familiar and he moves just like me
He's just distorting my reality
Trying, Much harder
To get over the wall
Hold on tight too scared to fall
Lying,Deceiving
Myself all along
Think that's the reason I wrote this song
Time will tell, Soon we'll see
All things must pass so the guru said
Time will tell, For you and me
There's no beginning can't be no end
Time will tell, Wait and see
Look in the crystal ball
What do you see?
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Shuffle
04:43
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IT'S CREEPING UP BEHIND YOU
SHUFFLING BY YOUR SIDE
STEPPING OUT BESIDE YOU
AIN'T NOWHERE TO HIDE
WAITING 'ROUND THE CORNER
HIDING 'ROUND THE BEND
SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT
YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE AND THEN
IT COMES SHUFFLING IN THE BACK DOOR
CLIMBING UP THE STAIR
HIDING IN THE WARDROBE
AIN'T NEVER GOING IN THERE
LYING UNDER YOUR BED
KEEPING YOU AWAKE
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TRY TO SLEEP
SAYING PRAYERS FOR YOUR SAKE
ALWAYS WAITING
FEAR CREATING
JUST SHUFFLING IN YOUR MIND
SHADOWS ON THE CURTAIN STRANGE KINDA LIGHT
CREAKING NOISES ON THE FLOOR SENSES TAKING FLIGHT
FREAKY CHILL SENSATION
UP AND DOWN YOUR SPINE
SHIVERING IN THE BLACKNESS
WAITING FOR A LINE
ALL OF YOUR AWARENESS HEIGHTENS WITH EACH SOUND
EVERY SINGLE INCH OF SKIN TINGLES FROM THE GROUND
EYES ARE FULLY OPEN
IMAGINING WEIRD THINGS
SWEAT BREAKS OUT ALL OVER
THE CLOCK IN THE HALLWAY RINGS
ALWAYS WAITING
FEAR CREATING
JUST SHUFFLING IN YOUR MIND
WAITING FOR THE MORNING
PRAYING FOR THE DAWN
DAYLIGHT TAKES THE FEAR AWAY
BUT IT WON'T BE LONG
TILL IT'S BACK BESIDE YOU
ALL ALONG THE STREET
UNKNOWN FACES SMILE AT YOU
HANDS STRETCHED OUT TO GREET
SITTING AT YOUR WORK DESK
WONDERING WHAT'S THAT SOUND ?
FOLLOWS EVERYWHERE YOU GO
SHUFFLING AROUND
EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DRINKING WITH SOME FRIENDS INSIDE A BAR SITTING IN A TAXI
OR IN SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR
ALWAYS WAITING
FEAR CREATING
SHUFFLING IN YOUR MIND
ALWAYS WAITING
FEAR CREATING
SHUFFLING IN YOUR MIND
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Scent Of Rosemary
04:54
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I can remember her hands trembling
Shaking with suffering and hurting inside
The bag she brought me contained only memories
Scent of Rosemary and Lavender Oils
T Shirts and toothpaste
Cassettes and a shoelace
Strange little bottle to cure all my ills
No more French Kisses in front of the fireplace
No more funny vodka or high telephone bills
I can remember
Looking over her shoulder
Scent of Rosemary
The broken nightmare of sleeping solitaire
Overseas working no more
Promises were made, only kept one end
Apart for three days
Then forever more
I can remember
Looking over her shoulder
Scent of Rosemary
Vodka like bad wine
Went down the wrong line
Scent of Rosemary
That memories end
Trembling and shaking T
he deal she was breaking
I Sent Rosemary
Out of my life
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Hittin' the Dirt
03:52
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She came ridin'into town on the back of a Harley
Dressed in leather, looking so fine
Parks the bike by the police station
Got a speeding ticket, gonna pay the fine
He came flying into town on a seven-forty-seven
Four hours late, ain’t feeling so fine
Picks up his truck at the terminal building
Got his foot on the gas, he’s got to be there on time
They’re just heading out the same way
Travelling fast, no baggage in tow
Looking for some action, got no distraction
Hittin’ the dirt
Hittin’ the red dirt
Hittin’ the dirt,
Hittin’ those wide open places
They don’t drink in the usual places,
where the common folk hang out
If they see some familiar faces.
They make for the door, and put their foot to the floor
They’re just etc.......... Hittin’ the dirt etc...........
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Raymie Wilson Glasgow, UK
Singer/Songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Raymie’s music lies in various genres. Classic Rock, Country, Americana and others. He likes a lyric with a good story to it. Some factual, others pure fantasy. He is a keen advocate of the DIY ethos. Everything; writing, performing, recording, producing and artwork. Even burning and printing CDs. With other projects in the pipeline. Watch this space ... more
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