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Maybe a Little More
03:16
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give me a chance and I’ll give you
what I gave you before just better
maybe a little more…
trust me baby you’ve got nothing to lose just me
maybe a little more…
when I find you I’m gonna make you
a wedding bed where we don’t have to lie anymore
maybe a little more
how I want the world how I want it all
how I want I want I want I want to fall in love
and then when I do I can’t believe it’s true
now all I want I want I want to come back home to you
come back home to you
give me a chance and I’ll give you
what I gave you before just better
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AAA Station
03:34
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on an endless drive through the end-times of America
scanning through evangelists on the dial static
gotta keep your eyes on what’s ahead of you
somewhere out of nowhere I caught a familiar voice for awhile
coming in clear
AAA Station on the air tonight
AAA Station take me for a ride
AAA Station play what I don’t know
AAA Station won’t you save my soul
reckless I am in need of direction
I’ve just been playing reflection with everybody I meet
hard to know who you are when you don’t do
things that can help you get through to
a person that you’re trying to be
AAA Station don’t play the hits
AAA Station don’t give two shits
AAA Station play me something old
AAA Station won’t you take me home
AAA Station… tell me what to do
girl who found me and took me home to
a life I’d never known you’re still everything I want you to be
hard enough loving someone when you’re there
harder when you’re not there
and it’s hardest when you’re somewhere in between
but sometimes you can clear your head
with a couple of months in a touring band
but sometimes only a stranger’s song will do
AAA Station… coming in and it’s loud and it’s clear
AAA Station… funny finding you finding me here
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American Standards
03:25
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pissing in American Standards
between khakied men and truckers
an army of unwed mothers behind the counters
I was thinking on a third world war
not knowing what I came back for
I would leave if I could find a door
but there is no way out, no way out anymore
sleeping through American Dreams
spending my money on gasoline
rest on alcohol and caffein
it all sounded cooler on TV
then I was saved by a song in the eastern air
saved by a song and I don’t know where it’s from
man it could be anywhere and I don’t care if I’m wrong
and I was saved by a song in the eastern sky
saved by a song and I don’t know why
I waited for so long to try to fly away
tumbleweeds made of trash
getting bigger while they’re rolling past
you know it was never built to last
now we’re nostalgic looking back
on a highway in the sun
on a game that we always won
it’s a shame knowing that it’s done
but wouldn’t it be harder if it just went on and on and on
saved but only for a moment
cause as with every happy end
it can not mean that the story is really over
saved by a song in the eastern air
saved by a song and I don’t know where it’s from
man it could be anywhere and I don’t care if I’m wrong
and I was saved by a song in the eastern sky
saved by a song and I don’t know why
I waited for so long to try to fly away
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Be Thankful
04:29
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drove the Blue Ridge Parkway in an early morning haze
now the Smokey Mountains feel like they’re a million miles away
couldn’t get there fast enough, but didn’t have a clue
exactly where we were heading to
the radio was waving us through Eastern Tennessee
and Rocky Top was more than just a song that we would sing
I started waiting tables and you worked behind the bar
and all the while were reaching for the stars
time goes by while we’re busy making plans
too busy dreaming to see the good things we had
looking back I’d do it all again, but be thankful…
and we moved once and we moved twice and then we moved again
and ended up not far away from where it all began
everything was changing but if we’d have only known
when we were together we were home
time goes by while we’re busy making plans
too busy dreaming to see the good things we had
looking back I’d do it all again, but be thankful…
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5. |
In Front of Another
00:26
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one foot in front of the other can keep you from falling down
there are some things you can learn from your brother
and some you only learn for yourself
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One Foot (ft. PRESSYES)
03:21
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I loved a man, not the kind of love you’re thinking about
he was a brother to me
now if I saw him in a crowd I couldn’t pick him out
one foot in front of the other can keep you from falling down
there are some things you can learn from your brother
and some you only learn for yourself
the streets I forgot their names
and how we got there I forget the same way
the alchemy of turning strangers into friends
is a science I practiced but don’t understand yet
one foot in front of the other can keep you from falling down
there are some things you can learn from your brother
and some you only learn for yourself
like how falling can make you grow stronger
how loss can make you know what you really have
how nostalgia can make you grow fonder
of things you had forgotten you had
one foot in front of the other…
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7. |
Melody in Nashville
03:26
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there’s a Melody in Nashville
and she dances at the Legion Hall
I don’t dance, but maybe I will
though if I start I fear I’ll fall
for the Melody in Nashville
though I only know her name
damn me for thinking about her still
and how she keeps on dancing away
but can it be this waiting for the real thing
that’s just the thing which leaves me here alone
I’m waiting here in the corner girl hoping you find me
but I won’t disturb you dancing Melody
there’s a sad flag made of string-lights
an empty star out on the floor
some old Vets with new wives
and some just with stories from the war
and she listens to them all night and bums a cigarette or two
goes back out dancing neath the string-lights
from red to white to blue
but can it be this dark place I’ve chosen
that’s just the thing that makes me hard to find
I’m waiting here in the corner girl hoping you find me
but I won’t disturb you dancing Melody
no I won’t disturb you dancing Melody
but here’s one that you can dance to
down in Nashville, Tennessee
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8. |
Three Chords & The Truth
03:17
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they say that a song is just three chords and the truth
I’ve been up all night trying to write about anything but you
I’ve made exceptions sometime when I tried
but a song ain’t no good when it’s based on a lie
and I play more than three chords and I can’t deny
that I loved you and you’re still in each song I write
with my back against the wall… trying hard not to fall
but art is just something we use to decorate space
I’ve been using it lately to say what I can’t to your face
I made a living writing you in a line
the music we use to decorate time
is the only peace in this world I find
and what gets me through these lonesome nights
with my back against the wall… trying hard not to fall
my back against the wall my back against the wall
tried to build my life around yours like building a house
had the schedules and blueprints and plans all laid out
then it fell apart and I’m finding out how
live’s a lot more like gardening now
how it changes and grows and then goes through droughts
like the way we moved from bliss to doubt
with my back against the wall…
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It Ain’t Me
04:28
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know it isn’t me, so it must be you
the last time that I checked this type of thing took two
so I bight my tongue to make it through the night
just because I’m wrong it doesn’t make you right
you always seem to have it figured out
but now I start to have my doubts
it ain’t me, it ain’t me, who’s cheating who
I was always trying to see it your way
but it ain’t me, it’s you
used to take my breath, now you take your things
leave me empty as the promises you made to me
made of me a man now you make me a fool
you used to treat me like your friend
and now you treat me cruel
I always thought you had it figured out
but now I start to have my doubts
it ain’t me, it ain’t me, who’s cheating who
I was always trying to see it your way
but it ain’t me, it’s you
I hope you find what you are looking for
but it ain’t me… it’s you
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10. |
Winterwind
03:42
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wintertime in Tennessee summer had been hard on me
feeling old enough to be the father of a child
but it seemed like all I’d touch would turn from gold to rust
looking for what may or must be the mother of a child
then when I held my hand out through the window
I felt the world fly
reaching for someone or something that I could follow
winter wind driving through the night
thought it was love I was looking for
turns out it was so much more
than any song I’d wrote before could capture in a line
so I tried to find a way to replace what love gave
come what must or come what may
be the product of a time
then when I held my hand out through the window
I felt the world fly
reaching for someone or something that I could follow
winter wind driving through the night…
it was all clear to me that winter night in Tennessee
alone in a car driving south
come what must or come what may
everything will pass away
but a moment of truth could be a lifetime in itself
then when I held my hand out through the window
I felt the world fly
reaching for someone or something that I could follow
winter wind driving through the night
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Ghosts at the Ryman
06:34
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the bouncers on Broadway are singing along
to a Southern Rock version of a Hank Williams song
and as I wonder where you are
I wonder am I just another one
in a long long line of dreamers and fools
kicking the can up 5th Avenue
knocking on the door and filling the pews
of the only church with a god I pray to
I am just a man though I wanna be more
like all of my unfulfilled idols before
there’s a star dying and one being born
but they all stick around this Southern town
and they all are singing at the Ryman tonight
every ghost when they turn out the lights
and the people go home oh it must be a sight
to see all of the ghosts at the Ryman tonight
back behind Tootsie’s I swear that I saw
the shadow of Johnny or Roy Acuff
maybe just the smoke of Willie or maybe I’m wrong
but I can’t help but dream or at least write a song
for the giants whose shoulders I’ve been standing on
whose words form the borders of maps that I’ve drawn
who have made me a home
and that home is longing for home
and they all are singing at the Ryman tonight
every ghost when they turn out the lights
and the people go home oh it must be a sight
to see all of the ghosts at the Ryman tonight…
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Ian Fisher Vienna, Austria
A modern songwriter born in rural America and living in Europe, making what Rolling Stone calls "Half Americana & Half Abbey Road-Worthy Pop".
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