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Strange Cargo
03:12
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I don’t remember my first day of school
Just a few frames from a black and white spool
Capsules of memories of things I hold dear
Things I hold close, and things that I fear
Teenage summers in the heart of the South
Sweat, sticky vinyl seats and heat bearing down
Started making idols out of all of these sinners
Hit the big prize for picking winners
Now I’m driving down the California coast
And I’m looking for the ghost of my childhood
Hearst castle on the way to LA
Lost my adventures and it’s gettin too late
I should make my way
back to Memphis
Get lost down in New Orleans
Find the Redbird with some strange cargo
Live a different life on Beale or Bourbon Street
Now I’m working hard in all the wrong places
I get stuck in the negative spaces
I get tired of the void between
Waking to the day and living my dreams
I’m sick of getting praise cuz people think I’m brave
Shake another hand, and forget another name
Flash a smile, but I’ve lost my heart
Like I’m living in a play with a meaningless part
I should make my way
back to Memphis
Get lost down in New Orleans
Find the Redbird with some strange cargo
Live a different life on Beale or Bourbon Street
Now I’m driving down the California coast
And I’m looking for the ghost of my childhood
Hearst castle on the way to LA
Lost my adventures and it’s gettin too late
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Same Old Stories
02:57
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I’ve been watching the thinker twist and tinker
They’re making reality a nightmare
It's just a stale repetition of the same old stories
Some days I think about getting a nine to five and a mountain house down the line
Some days I think about being a model in the nude if I wasn’t so shy
Some days I wonder, "if I had a kid would they be a dead ringer?"
And other days I think about taking my brother’s name
and being a country singer
I sing John Prine better in the morning and I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel?
Some days I feel like a robot vacuum trapped beneath the table at the bedside
Some days I feel like crying when I sit in the spot where my dad and my dog both died
Some days I wonder, "if it would change the world would I give up on my dreams?"
And most days I just don’t know who I want to be
I sing John Prine better in the morning and I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Some things just get easier when the time is right
Ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel?
I sing John Prine better in the morning
I sure dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
some things just get easier when the time is right
Ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel?
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Sharp Edges
02:30
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don’t you tell me that I can’t be who I want to be
walking in the woods, the earth underneath my feet
smoke rises and we find faces in the fire
sun burns through the fog like my desire
and I’m a
rough rock in a stream
cool mountain waters rush over me
sharp edges turn to soft understanding
don’t you tell me that I can’t be what I want to be
bellow in the woods, fill my lungs and spread my wings
healing wind stirring up old spirits
speaking truth just quiet enough to hear it
and I’m a
rough rock in a stream
cool mountain waters rush over me
sharp edges turn to soft understanding
someone look at me now and tell me I won’t last
someone look at me now and tell me I ain’t strong
someone look at me now and tell me I don’t belong where I am
a rough rock in a stream
cool mountain waters rush over me
sharp edges turn to soft understanding
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4. |
Out West
03:10
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I wonder what it’s like out west
Let’s put this open road to the test
I don’t care wherever we go
I don’t care if we ever get back home
Cuz home is where my job is
Home is all I’ve ever known
I wanna let the ancient heal me
Let em make my pieces whole
Take me to the desert
Take me to a better state of mind
Where the world feels like it’s endless
and so do I
I wish my dad was riding shotgun
Pass through El Paso, just a ramblin' on
But if you’re glued to the the rear view
You can’t stay open to the road ahead of you
So I keep looking for a place I could get lost in,
a new line in a prayer for lips that I’ve exhausted
Take me to the desert
Take me to a better state of mind
Where the world feels like it’s endless
and so do I
Let go of all resistance
as I tumble through space and time
the world feels like it's endless
and so do I
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Goodbye, Roses
03:21
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Hello, hallelujah how you been?
I wonder if I’m ready for ya in the end
Goodbye, roses and maybe even some of my friends
I’m pretty good but I’ve never been lucky
so I just keep a workin
It feels like I’m getting pretty close
Heart don’t stray, feet keep me on this road
Everything feels like a stage to sell
play acting and looking pretty
trying to be someone else
I’m a stranger in a strange land but I’m safe and privileged
I was wandering in the cold when you found me
just trying to make a difference
And it feels like I’m getting pretty close
Heart don’t stray, feet keep me on this road
I got plenty of stories I’m afraid to tell
Pick up the pace, gotta hurry like hell
The little things are easy to let run away
So I highlight the only words in the middle of the page
and I’m fighting with fiction
and the shadows I’m used to living in
But it feels like I’m getting pretty close
Heart don’t stray, feet keep me on this road
I got plenty of stories I’m afraid to tell
Pick up the pace, gotta hurry like hell
Hello, Hallelujah
Goodbye, Roses
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Jeremy Marshall Blanton Jacksonville, Florida
Hello! I'm Jeremy. I write songs, play lots of instruments, collaborate, and perform music down here in
Jacksonville, FL where I was born and raised. I'm happy you found your way to this page. Peace and love to you all.
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