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Oliver Priddy - Walking
03:00
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You can call me "coward"
but I don't want to see it come
how can you believe the worst is over
I don't think the worst has begun
'Cause I know the ending
and opposites attract too well
and they say that she is bound for Heaven
so I must be bound for Hell
Maybe I'll go early
but maybe I won't be the one
and she may be watching me from Heaven
but that won't mean she isn't gone
But she says it's all right,
and just defies it when it hurts,
tells me that things are getting better
but I know that they're getting worse
I know that they're getting worse
I know that they're getting worse
Don't tell me it's better
'cause I know that it's getting worse.
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Sat down at the table and I poured myself a beer
thinking about the times I could have gone away from here
where everybody talks about me when I'm not around
but when I'm drinking they don't make a sound.
Took another swallow and prayed, "Jesus if you could,
let me know the next time that I do somebody good.
'Cause everybody hates me in this ugly, fucking town."
But when I'm drinking they don't make a sound.
Now I curse and throw things. Sometimes I make her cry.
She thinks it's her own fault, but I'm just afraid to try.
And everyone still talks about me when I'm not around
but when I'm drinking they don't make a sound.
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I gave my heart away
I laid it at your feet
I let it atrophe
I let it badger me
I wrote a song for you
I think you know it, too
But you were never one
to sing the blues
I'm learning to hurt for what I want
She's got the voice that won't stop reminding
you were wrong from the start
She's got the knife that opens you up
and bleeds the song from your heart
She hangs my teeth round her neck,
cakes my blood in her hair
and doesn't care
(repeat)
that I'm hanging from the wire,
I'm burning in the fire
I'm learning how to hurt
for the things I desire
she doesn't care
she's plumb crazy
she doesn't care.
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All things die,
and one day, she'll die, too
but promise me, God
when she goes to live with you
that there's one thing you won't do,
even though I know you can
Please don't tell her what I really am
I make her cry
and I put her heart through hell
and I think ugly thoughts
that I should never tell
but please don't let her suffer
just to spite a wicked man
Please don't tell her what I really am
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Let him wake up and feel
for your shape against the bed
When you haven't been around for a month
Let him scream and beat his fists
when you pass him in your car
with a new male passenger in the front
I live in a southern town
where I just drive my car around
and look at houses where my friends used to stay
But they don't live there anymore
and I'm the only one I know
who hasn't grown up, fucked up, died, or moved away
Maybe once I'm gone,
you'd come find the porch light on
but by then it would be a stranger's house
and maybe father God
could find a home inside your heart
but we both know that the devil works your mouth
I live in a southern town
I swear I'd burn the whole place down
If I thought you'd live to find out it was me
who killed the one you love
but we both know with my luck
you would be the only two to walk away
so walk away.
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You're gonna go out for a while,
so you can't hear the dog whine
and when it's time for work,
you're gonna space out on the sunroof line
and when you go home, you'll think about
stupid things you did all night
while you were trying to remember
what Georgia looked like one more time
You've got a problem, oh yeah
and it's been there every day
since the light inside your heart
made the transition back to gray
You spend your money, oh yeah
on cheap whiskey and rum
and beat your fists against the walls of a place
that you can't come back from
You've got a problem, oh yeah
and it's been there every day
since the light inside your heart
made the transition back to gray
You call your friends up to see you
but no one ever comes
You need to face the facts, you're in a place
that you can't come back from
You need to face the facts, you're in a place
that you can't come back from
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I don't know why your face is all I see in the ink blot
Maybe I'm too scared to see anything else
I don't know why your face whispers softly to me at night
of things I've done known only to myself
Barcelona, won't you
pick up the phona
I don't want to see you, don't want to know you
not even sure I want to remember your name
It's such a shame
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She don't come around to visit me
and she looked the other way
when she was walking my direction
the other day
with some kid who sells drugs in the alleys
who's killing all my friends
but I guess everyone kills someone
a little
in the end
She don't come around to visit me
never see her at my door
but I know everyday she thinks of me
a little more
Well, I know it's my fault that she left me
and she's a junkee now
but I guess everyone's a junkee
for something
anyhow
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Oliver Priddy - Pinochle
03:09
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Oliver Priddy Johnston City, Illinois
This is just a page I use for recordings I have made. Some of them are my projects, while some of them are recordings I made for friends and local artists. Enjoy.
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