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Stranger Things
04:26
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I’ve seen death and life making love in silence
I’ve seen anarchists on honeymoons with tyrants
I’ve seen the lipless whistling and the toothless smiling
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen fathers have to bury their own daughters
I’ve seen drownings; and death from lack of water
I’ve seen thrones overthrow kings and broken bells that ring
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen authors who don’t read a single word
I’ve seen preachers who have preached but not been heard
I’ve seen lovers without rings and angels without wings
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen God dangling from the gallows
I’ve seen Satan kneeling at the guillotine
I’ve seen love that hurts like hell and meant to just as well
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen teachers who were students of their students
I’ve seen congressmen impersonate the prudent
I’ve seen joy in poverty and depression on Wall Street
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen roads that fork and fold without direction
I’ve seen disciples telling tales of resurrection
I’ve seen a man beg for a drink and he looked a lot like me
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen peace start wars from boredom
I’ve seen a bush that would not stop burning
I’ve seen Jesus walk on water
Or at least I’ve heard the rumors
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen actors quit the play at intermission
I’ve seen prophets profit off their intuition
I’ve seen a watchguard lose his keys; prisoners find them but not leave
Still I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen doves that share the sky with ravens
I’ve seen doctors share their secrets with their patients
I’ve seen blind men in the lead and the follower was me
Still, I’ve seen stranger things
I’ve seen the past holding hands with the present
I’ve seen the president undressing
I’ve seen deaf men listening more closely than the me
I’ve seen puppets hang from strings out in Washington DC
I’ve seen things I’ve never seen still I don’t doubt it when I sing
I’ve seen stranger things
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2. |
Facing the Facts
03:06
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Holding on to every word, but words don’t hold me back
Taking solace from the memories, but grief from all the facts
Shivering in the shadow that tomorrows always cast
Yesterdays are at my heels; can’t cover up my tracks
I can’t call you "dear" no more
You can’t come ‘round here no more
We can’t shed our tears no more
‘cause I’ve already done all that I can
These boxes hold possessions, but that’s not all they hold for me
They might be marked as fragile, but inside are broken dreams
I’m changing cities, changing homes; I’ve even changed my name
Surrounded by different, but I’m still feeling the same
I can’t call you "dear" no more
You can’t come ‘round here no more
We can’t shed our tears no more
‘cause I’ve already done all that I can
I pray for rain and pan for gold and please no one but me
I lock myself inside myself and throw away the key
I carry snow, I carry rain; I hold the violent breeze
I even flew further south, but the weather followed me
I can’t call you "dear" no more
You can’t come ‘round here no more
We can’t shed our tears no more
‘cause I’ve already done all that I can
You killed the boy in me, don’t kill the man
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Dear Savannah, does the aftertaste of our love linger on your lips like vinegar and wine?
When you look upon that freckle on your right hand, does it remind you the one I have on mine?
Dear Savannah, I know I may look like I miss, but don’t confuse my apathy with pain.
I know that last line was a lie, but that’s the last time that I lie ‘til I get you back again
Your face is framed on the walls of my mind
Your taste remains on my lips like vinegar and wine
Dear Savannah, do you ever get the feeling that everybody’s laughing except for you?
Check the box for yes or no (and if the former you should know that since you left I do too)
Dear Savannah, I keep writing and re-writing the first line of a letter I won’t send
But I don’t mind it ‘cause at least I get the pleasure of watching your name pour out of my pen
Your face is framed on the walls of my mind
Your taste remains on my lips like vinegar and wine
Love isn’t blind, but it does get old with...
time worked against us
But now it could help us
Yeah give it time, like vinegar and wine
Dear Savannah, I’ve got a simple three-step program you can use to fall out of love with me
Number one is block my number, number two is to remember that shredding this letter’s number three
Dear Savannah, I am not the jealous type, it’s the typewriter who’s typing jealously
The keys are saying that the guys that you are seeing don’t look like competition next to me
Your face is framed on the walls of my mind
Your taste remains on my lips like vinegar and wine
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4. |
Relearning Normal
05:00
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I've been standing still, waiting on
Another one of you to come along
Honey if you knew you were the one
Would you even care at all?
Ive been losing sleep because of you
The memories are sweet, but bitter too
My phone ain't gonna ring, tell me the truth
Would you even care to call?
Do you even care at all?
Do you sleep at night like I don't?
Are you giving up like I won't?
My minds an empty room, except for you
But you'll be leaving soon, expect you to
Wrap me up in blue, just like the moon
On the night I learned your name.
When I said goodbye, I held your hips
I looked you in the eyes, then kissed your lips
I apologized, knew I'd regret
Leaving you behind that day
Do you even know my name?
Do I feel alone like you don't?
Will I fight for us like you won't?
I am moving on because I must
You're the one that's gone so listen up
You can't be holding on to me and us
I still think the best of you
I wish I didn't, but i do
Love looks different from this angle
And yet it still looks beautiful
The hardest part is looking forward
'cause now we both must relearn normal
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Cory Bishop Nashville, Tennessee
Bishop has managed to create a distinct sound that makes it hard for you to compare him to any single artist. His signature
voice manages to wrap Springsteen, Cash, and Ryan Adams all into one. His lyrics and phrasing point towards the brilliance of Josh Ritter, of Neil Young, of Dylan. He feels like Jason Isbell; The Wallflowers; The Band.
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