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Trouble On My Mind
03:31
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Born to ramble, born to die
I can sing the rain down from the dark blue sky
The ghosts they follow, but the ghosts are free.
I can't pay my rent now, so they call to me.
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time.
Now I'm standing in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind.
You can call me "bastard", you can call me "fool"
You'll call out my name, girl, as I'm leaving you.
You scream the sun down...you cry down the moon...
with your cocaine mustache, and your brown bottle flu.
You're like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
You're gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worth of your time.
Now I'm lying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind.
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time.
Now I'm Dying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind.
© E. Jordan
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Soul Kingdom
04:23
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Preached a sermon about leaking shoes and a fever-ridden head
While standing sideways on broken heels in a Salvation Army bed.
My hair was shining wet glistened from Where The Water Goes Over The Road.
She licked the tears from my fingers, and swore she'd carry my load.
My kingdom for a drink...
My soul for a song...
As the tattoo on my arm says I'm taking too long.
Toxic waste and perfume, Lord, smell sweet at dawn
As we dream about a future, two minutes past gone.
Oh, to whore yourself for cab fare for a ride on a dead-end street.
Leads to redemption, regret, and flesh tied to a leather seat.
You sell the house and the wagon...set out for the seven high seas.
Learn Italian in theory, but it all comes out Portuguese.
My kingdom for a drink...
My soul for a song...
As the tattoo on my arm says I'm taking too long.
Toxic waste and perfume, Lord, smell sweet at dawn
As we dream about a future, two minutes past gone.
I've got "mistake" down to an art
But I'm so fucking sad, and I miss you so bad
That I feel myself...I feel myself tearing apart.
My kingdom for a drink...
My soul for a song...
As the tattoo on my arm says I'm taking too long.
Toxic waste and perfume, Lord, smell sweet at dawn
As we dream about a future, two minutes past gone.
© E. Jordan
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Blame
04:00
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I'm too shallow to be a poet, and I'm too gone to be a God.
I slip backwards blind into the path my Father trod.
The lies are growing old now, and the excuses are wearing thin.
And a cliche' is where I'm going, because a cliche' is where I've been..
and it's what I've been...
Don't blame me
You knew the end from the start
So don't blame me for breaking your heart
For breaking your heart
I stare at the shadows on my ceiling, and I look back at the monsters staring down.
And I never drive when I think, or I'll end up on your side of town.
I'm too old to be this damn drunk, and I'm too young to feel this jaded.
So I live my lie day by day, as your memory slides down faded...
you're faded....
Don't blame me
You knew the end from the start
So don't blame me for breaking your heart
For breaking your heart
I don't know if I'll ever belong...
but this bed feels warm now...
now that your ass is gone...
Don't blame me
You knew the end from the start
So don't blame me for breaking your heart
For breaking your heart
It's all on you
Now that we're forced to part
So don't blame me for breaking your heart
For breaking your heart.
© E. Jordan
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Home
04:10
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The rooms seem so empty
And my voice sounds so loud
I'm talking and I'm singing to shadows
And they seem frightened by the sound
I'd rather be haunted by your ghost
Than be left alone
Without your heart to beat with mine
I'm left without a home
I'm tired of the longing
And the music of the rain
I need more than just your scent on the sheets
To ease this ceaseless pain
I wonder what you are feeling
And do I ever cross your mind?
I dream of the power in Heaven or on Earth
That could make you leave me behind
I'd rather be haunted by your ghost
Than be left alone
Without your heart to beat with mine
I'm left without a home
The air feels like poison
And the wine has lost its taste
And I don't belong here anymore
There's no peace within this place
I'd rather be haunted by your ghost
Than be left alone
Without your heart to beat with mine
I'm left without a home
We were two parts to one whole,
but now this one part he stands alone
Without your heart to beat with mine,
I'm left without a home.
© E. Jordan
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Still Running
04:32
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The phone won't ring
And my heart won't slow.
And I still can't call...I can't call...
But I feel that you know...
That my mind runs rampant
with a vision of you,
And memories we never made,
but ones nonetheless true.
And you taught me how to breathe
So I taught you how to cry
And now I find I'm still running,
with my heart left behind.
I still swim in my dreams
through the waves of your hair.
And I live in that world
because I know that you're there.
But I shattered the one light
that could guide me on my way,
And if I saw you on the street outside,
I wouldn't know what to say.
And you taught me how to breathe
So I taught you how to cry
And now I find I'm still running,
with my heart left behind.
And you taught me how to breathe,
and now you've taught me how to cry.
And I find I'm still running,
with my heart left behind.
My heart's left behind.
My heart's left behind.
© E. Jordan
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Waves
06:10
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If I asked you to, would you tell me your name?
You could fill me with tales of a world without shame...
Where lies have no place, and tears make no sound...
The bones of my spirit are lying on the ground,
and there's a kiss...a kiss in the rain.
If I sang to you, would you come lie down?
In a sea of the infinite, we'll let ourselves drown.
And a procreation of a religion will begin
In a temple of soul-black hair, amphetamine-white skin,
And my God wears a gossamer gown
Everything's been fake for way too long.
Whatever it takes to keep this world in a box spinning on.
On and on...
If I screamed at you, you still wouldn't understand.
A lone daffodil turns to blood in my hand.
It's a raging tempest on a razorblade sea,
And your voice is a wave crashing in on me,
And God! I miss dry land.
Everything's been fake for way too long.
Whatever it takes to keep this world in a box spinning on.
On and on...
On and on...
If I begged you to, could you leave me be?
Could you let me die, wrapped in a memory...
of what once was, but what you could never see?
Now poetry pours from a crack in the wall
And music slides out from a doorway in the hall,
And the bound moon cries because he's free.
Everything's been fake for way too long.
Whatever it takes to keep this world in a box spinning on.
On and on...
On and on...
If I asked you to, would you tell me your name?
Then when I beg you to, will you leave me be?
© E. Jordan
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No Absolutes
06:25
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Wait apart from the onslaught of time,
Like a delicate plague dancing on my mind.
The situation's gotten out of hand it's time to run away.
There is no peace of mind it's time to find a place and run away.
Fall apart in the light.
Take me back...put me right.
I always thought that I would be the one to put my things in place.
But now it's come to this and I'm the one who's being put away
I draw the line in the middle
The color grey holds no truth...and it's true.
I'll take my stand in the center
No Absolutes can be true here with you.
The truth is wrong. It's black and white.
The sun and moon never fight.
I never bothered, so I have to find a way to separate.
The picture's blurred...I've got to find a way to set the record straight.
We'll draw a line in the middle
The color grey holds no truth...and it's true.
We'll take our stand with the sinners
No Absolutes can be true here with you.
What's the matter with you is what's the matter with me.
© P. Blanchard
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I've laid men low for nothing
I've been repaid in kind.
I've slept in places I've never been
to look for warmth I couldn't find
I've lived a life meant for no one
I've walked a path of regret
I saw Jesus's light and turned away
Hope he's still got some left
And though the lights are always brighter
On the other side of the street,
You'll be more than I could ever be.
And I pray to God you won't be like me...
and you won't.
I always seemed to make the wrong turn.
I never gave a damn, I'd go.
And just beat on my breast, say "I did my best",
Then turn when their tears flowed.
It's hard to hold onto you innocence
When you can't turn from what's wrong.
So you take the cotton fields, and the sinner's sweet deals,
And leave them standing with a song.
And I know the lights are always brighter
On the other side of the street,
You'll be more than I could ever be.
And I pray to God you won't be like me...
and you won't...
No, you won't...
I've laid men low for nothing
Been repaid in kind.
Slept in places I've never been,
and looked for warmth I'd never find..
And though the lights are always brighter
On the other side of the street,
You'll be more than I could ever be.
And I swear to God you won't be like me.
No, you won't...
You won't...
You won't...
© E. Jordan
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Nightfall
04:36
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You've got your playthings
Let me be one of them
Give me time, give me time
You'll forget all about him
I'll get you all alone
In the confines of my room
Doors locked, and windows drawn
Lost deep inside you
A scene at nightfall...flesh to flesh
I can taste your lips and I can feel your breath...
I could drown in your ocean
And that doesn't seem to change
But what matters is our rhythm,
'Cause that's all that remains
The look in your eyes
Reveals your surprise.
I can't open mine...
Sweet Pain keeps me blind
A scene at nightfall....flesh to flesh
I can taste your lips and I can feel your breath...
© E. Jordan
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10. |
No Name Blues
03:38
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Down on my knees in the graveyard
Humming on the "no-name blues".
Cry to the sky up above me
Forget about the blood on my shoes
This person think they've got the answer
Why that person's heart turned blue
Everybody walkin' past me everybody shoutin' at me
Nothin' in the pathway they choose.
But I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day
With the world like a T.V. at my feet
Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey
While I'm crying in the honeymoon suite
You undermine my sense of independence
When you make me beg for a light
But the dancer is lame, and the drugs hide my pain
When I can no longer stand upright.
I've got a pipe-bomb dream in my pocket
I've got some water from a well run dry
Got a picture of the past in a locket
That always brings a tear to my eye.
And I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day
With the world like a T.V. at my feet
Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey
I got that girl cryin' in the honeymoon suite.
And when the moon runs high, my tears won't dry
A passion play in which I play a part
I was born in a flood
I'm made of Mississippi mud
Nothing left but this pain in my heart
When the moon runs high, my tears won't dry
A passion play in which I play a part
I was born in a flood
I'm made of Mississippi mud
Got nothing left but this pain in my heart...
Pain in my heart...
© E. Jordan
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Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name...
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name...
There was a girl named Rosie and she sure was fine.
I killed her husband just to make her mine.
She threw me away, and put me outdoors.
Now her and that man, they're together once more.
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
There was a man down in Jackson with a perfumed head.
I heard that he slept on a feather bed.
I wanted that coin purse that he swung around...
So now he sleeps six feet in the ground.
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
I was on the run for five long years...
Roaming through the land and spreading fear.
They locked me down in Parchman back in '48,
And now the hangman's a callin' and I can't be late.
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
Well well well Lord! Somebody's callin' my name!
© E. Jordan
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