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Headlights and Hindsight
04:01
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Headlights and Hindsight
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2008
I never thought the world could tilt so quickly
I thought I had a friend in old man gravity
But lately I’ve been reaching but still I’m slipping
Slipping off the edge of what I thought might keep me in
Well the moon’s ahead and the sun’s behind
They’re staring down these broken lines
I've got headlights and hindsight tonight
Was I a fool to think that there was a firmer ground
Should I have grabbed a hammer and nailed my feet down
Should I have tied myself up to the oak tree
Or would security have ended up hanging me
Well the moon’s ahead and the sun’s behind
They’re staring down these broken lines
I've got headlights and hindsight tonight
The wheels spin, we go so fast
Got time for just second glances
Headlights and hindsight tonight
I’ve got headlights and hindsight tonight
Oh my God, it seems so long
Since I’ve had to just hold on
Potholes, crooked roads
Oh My God, I gotta let her go
gotta let her go
Take comfort in this bed I’ve slept in often
But sleep escapes my eyes, I can’t keep from coughing
There’s terror in the air the wind cried all night
And the dust of devils running through this moonlight
Well the moon’s ahead and the sun’s behind
They’re staring down these broken lines
I've got headlights and hindsight tonight
The wheels spin, we go so fast
Got time for just second glances
Headlights and hindsight tonight
I’ve got headlights and hindsight tonight
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Busted Jaw
03:05
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Busted Jaw
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2010
You swagger in and you bust my jaw
With that smile your work so hard
Those razor blades will cut your arms
But they don’t cut to my heart
You’re always screaming out so loud
But I never hear a sound
You’re always screaming out so loud
But I cared enough not to stick around
But I cared enough to try to let you down
You’ve made amends with all my friends
You’ve cut your losses to the quick
I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of
But love looks different when you’re deep in it
You need more than just that wall of sound
Hell, you need a country song
Don’t listen to me baby when I’m highway bound
I’m still chasing what I know is gone
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4. |
The Punch Line
03:53
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The Punch Line
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2010
All those strangers’ faces on the subway
Have become so familiar to me
All those comforting words
That are barely overheard above
The clattering of metal on the metal
The hissing of steam out the pipes
All those shouted goodbyes
Your words are ringing in my ears
Is this my stop or do I get off when you get off
Shift your weight from one leg to the other
I smiled as we both stumbled forward
Like two drunks on a high wire, we were dizzying spirals
I’ve had enough but I keep asking for more
You had said that night in the rain
Time stops ticking in a clockmaker’s dream
Two years down the road is not as far as it was two years ago
I’ll stop using your name as the punch line
To all but my funniest jokes
I’ll stop myself from calling your cell when I know you won’t be alone
All your lost silhouettes, all your shape-shifting objects
Aren’t getting the best of me
Been chasing an echo barebacked down an empty canyon
And find that I’m chasing the wind through the trees
You left me here like sweat on a body after the fever breaks
And the blisters remain, I’ve had all that I couldn’t take
I’ll stop using your name as the punch line
To all but my funniest jokes
I’ll stop myself from calling your cell when I know you won’t be alone
Even when my jaws clenched tight
I’ll stop pushing your name through my teeth
It’s no good to forget, but I won’t be forgotten again
It’s no good to forget
It’s no good to forget, but I won’t be forgotten again
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About to be Born
04:13
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About To Be Born
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2010
The sun was rising on a desert cold and still
But it started howling like a dog beneath the wheels
The man in the hourglass said, “Time forgets from whom he steals
So point your nose unto the hills”
I was looking like I was ‘bout to be born with a rock tied to my neck
Cut the umbilical cord or I’ll crawl right back in
I could hear the women wailing, they that bore their desert sons
Heard them calling in the dark with the whippoorwills
I’ve been going where I can
I have seen those phantom towns
I’m still waiting for my end
So I can lay this goddamn body down
There’s a river running underneath the burning sand
But it couldn’t break the surface of this hard and dusty land
The man in the gaberdine suit said, “keep working while you can
In a while the money’s not so bad”
I was acting like a man set on fire but no rebel song was sung
There was protest in the pyre and I yelled with a burning tongue
But all the sparks in the dark gathered into shooting stars
That fell upon the world like a sun
I’ve been at this for a while
I have heard that coffin sound
I’m still waiting for my Lord
Just to lay his goddamn hammer down
All our father’s brightest ones
Have all turned into setting sun
One by one they fell behind the hills
Like dying embers and were gone
And we were left to find another song
To find another song
The mercenaries are as thick as your kin
And as close as the ghost of a lonesome lover’s skin
The madman in the moon said, “There’s help in just a mile
If you’d just help to catch the wind.”
All my sins rose like smoke to the sky and I would hide within the flames
Of every white glowing lie and every breeze still unrestrained
I find no hymns for the broken, just the breaking of the dawn
That couldn’t bear that desert rolling on
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Ragtime Heart
02:38
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Ragtime Heart
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2010
God bless your favorite jeans
And your ragtime heart
And all your pyramid schemes
When they all start to fall apart
God bless your whiskey shots
On those ever bending nights
When you wake naked as the summer sun against the pale blue morning sky
God bless your shaky legs
That grow restless in the night
And all your little white lies
And all your airtight alibis
God knows I’ve been so blind
To ever really see
That God blessd the wasted time
That found you lying next to me
Oh My God, I’ve got a lot of love sometimes
What you can’t keep behind your eyes
Has got no place in the daylight
She’s got her lies and I’ve got mine
But I’ve got a lot of love sometimes
God bless your silly grin
And your dancing shoes
With the grace of a Baptist church when find it in themselves to move
God damn that southern glare
That makes you squint your eyes
And God find it in his heart
To bless those dull unmoving times
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7. |
Paperweights
04:35
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Paperweights
Scott Tyler
© scotttylersongs 2010
Your feet are shod with paperweights
Your head is filled with all those thoughts
Of grand escapes you’ll never make
All those trips you’ll never take
I’ve saved nothing but the debts you owe to me
On old credit card receipts that show
nothing but the time you stole from me
And everything that feels so lonely now
It hangs heavy in the bluegrass,
No wind blows to move this sticky heat
To make the time pass sweetly,
I thought that you could need me
But what you need are never-ending
Red clay paths and rhododendron
All I have are ever-bending
Aimless ghosts to walk your mountains
Now
It would have been easier to drown
On a Sunday morning in a backwoods town
Now
Say a prayer and hold my head down
Sunday morning in a backwoods town
All those frames I keep living reliving,
In black and white and awkward posing
Those strings I pull to keep remembering,
The flash of light and the burn of image
Meant something to someone sometime,
Question why and you’ll end up crying
Or laughing till the morning finds you
Where something lonely goes to die
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