1. |
Porcelain Doll
03:34
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All alone aint the way
that you thought you would be
And the love that you fall for
is always mean
With your heart and your hair
and your soul and your skin
Oh I don't understand
anymore
than you do, friend
How you're not a kept woman
in a house, in a bed
For I have kept you
In my heart and my head
For all my life
On the phone you tell me
That you've come to believe
That you are only a ship
made to wreck on the sea
Of turbulent Love,
Oh the kind you're made of
And you have no control
of the sails or the breeze
No, you're not a kept woman,
On a shelf, in a bed
But I have kept you
in my heart and my head
Oh I have kept you
In my heart and my head
For all my life
Oh your mother always kept you
like a porcelain doll
but you shattered that glass case
oh you shattered that glass case
and you, you love the thrill
and you live for the chase
but you don't always have to be strong
Cause there's always room in my heart
and my head
Oh there's always room
in my heart and my head
Yeah, there's always room
in my heart and my head
for my best friend
All Rights Reserved Jenny Lou Drew 2019
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2. |
American Beauty
03:01
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American Beauty
American beauty,
the young,
nameless faces
on the pages of the rags stacked up on her rolling table.
Her bed is down to the floor
cause them gams can’t dance no more
but sometimes in the middle of the night
oh, Hattie tries.
Hattie would have thought me a godless child
but she’s looking in my eyes like she’s seen the light
and I am on my knees with Hattie tonight
talking to Jesus,
wont you come take Hattie dancing?
American beauty,
is false.
her ancient eyes, sunken deep inside
shine like diamonds in a waterfall.
She seems so high,
never drank a drop or took a puff in her life
but as the darkness falls
Hattie’s skin turns into sunlight.
Hattie would have thought me a godless child
but she’s looking in my eyes like she’s seen the light
and I am on my knees with Hattie tonight
talking to Jesus,
wont you come take Hattie dancing?
Jenny Lou Drew, All Rights Reserved 2019
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3. |
Mending Fences
05:16
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Well I guess I'm alright,
yeah I'm doing just fine
I've been making it day after day
I work nine to five and I come home alive
and I pay all the bills I can pay
Got a couple of horses that I never ride
and a guitar that I never play
but I guess I'm alright,
yeah I'm doing just fine
I just broke down and cried like a baby
when those horses of mine
they went running wild
yeah they busted right straight through the fence
and it occurred to me that a heart that's been broken
is something you choose how to mend
you can string it up strong
you can open the gates
you can build it so it never gives
just remember when mending your fences
that you're choosing how you want to live
let them hold, let them hold you strong
let them hold you together and hold you to where you belong
let them run
let them set you free
free as our hearts and all horses were born to be
well I guess I'll get by if you leave me behind
though I really do wish we could stay
here tracing the floors of sweet memory
oh the things I lived for yesterday
I never thought of the letters that I'd never write
the phone calls that I never made
and I wish I was holding your hand on the night
when you'd taken about all you could take
those horses of mine
they went running wild
yeah they busted right straight through the fence
and it occurred to me that a heart that's been broken
is something you choose how to mend
you can string it up strong
you can open the gates
you can build it so it never gives
just remember when mending your fences
that you're choosing how you want to live
let them hold, let them hold you strong
let them hold you together and hold you to where you belong
let them run
let them set you free
free as our hearts and all horses were born to be
I remember the way that you held me like god was within
and you loved me like,
like no one would ever love me again
you held onto my hand for the whole of my life
and the weight of my palm
oh it cuts like a knife
and I ache and I pain
and I feel like a child
feel the weight of my heart through my chest
running wild
for the stars
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4. |
Scuffed Up Heart
04:08
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It’s always blaring or dark
I’m either in heaven
or in purgatory
I’m always dancing on the edge of something
hungry for an in between
he’s looking over the pieces
got to fix the broken things he sees
I feel so scuffed up and marked
I’ve tried and tried but I just can’t get clean
This scuffed up heart
it loves you so
I’m bloody out of my mind but i
just thought that you should know
Falalalalala
Falala scuffed up heart
falalalalala
falala scuffed up heart
Take my electrons off
you’ve got me charged up positively
I know I’m no walk in the park
oh baby I’m so sick and tired of me
he’s looking over the pieces
got to fix the broken things he sees
I feel so fd up and marked
I’ve tried and I just can't get clean
This scuffed up heart
it loves you so
I’m bloody out of my mind but i
just thought that you should know
Falalalalala
Falala scuffed up heart
falalalalala
falala scuffed up heart
I see you be so careful
with something so damn broke
you always treat my heart just like
the finest kind of gold
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5. |
Rockbiter
03:57
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Rockbiter
Did the scars on your body
match your heart and your head?
When did this reckless devotion
become a game of roulette?
We are adrift on the ocean
on an island of photographs
Pretty pictures we posed for
were the quiet before the storm
You know, I could always see it in your eyes
although you were always smiling
Why didn’t I run to you?
Why couldn’t I have seen you through?
I played it off,
now a record is playing
over and over again
in my heart
how my hands
just couldn’t hold on to my friend
Was it a war or a party?
I can not recollect
We are all slave to a notion
that we could never live to perfect
Wish I could give you a potion
to ease your pain without the consequence
but the fix you were pining for
was the one that wanted you more
You know, I could always see it in your eyes
although you were always smiling
Why didn’t I run to you?
Why couldn’t I have seen you through?
I played it off,
now a record is playing
over and over again
in my heart
how my hands
just couldn’t hold on
no I couldn’t hold on
oh I couldn’t hold on to my friends
oh I couldn’t hold on
no I couldn’t hold you
I couldn’t hold on to my friends
I couldn’t hold on
to my friends
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6. |
Sleepwalking
03:48
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Always dreaming of houses that are grand but falling in
Castles that have been abandoned and forgotten
Telling my soul that what I see
is all a buried part of me
My clothes and bones, the dark veils upon me
Oh how long can I keep walking in my sleep
oh how long before I become the dream
Now it seems that the walls are closing in around again
all the promises and days that I’ve forgotten
Selling my soul to seek
something I could never keep
The stones below, the floors break above me
Always dreaming of wars that never end
or bring us peace
roads that go to nowhere when the sign says ‘happiness’
Selling my soul to me
Something I could never see
is how this house was already haunted
Oh how long can we keep waking in our sleep
oh how long before we all become the dream
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7. |
The Morning Paper
03:51
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Officer Brady, do you need a sample of my blood?
Don’t you worry,
don’t you worry,
if I cracked the bottle or popped a pill
when they drew my blood I’d be real still
and you’d be glad you wrote my name in pencil.
I lost the game on which I waged everything
aint got a penny to throw in a wishing well
or in a grave with my name
Nobody looking for a felon and I guess I understand,
so I’m dirty dancing for a stranger
with his gun in his hand.
Officer Brady, do you read the paper in the morning?
Cause I’ve been reading books
that tell me I don’t need
anything
to be free
and I’ve been reading books
that tell me I don’t need
anything
to be happy
to be happy
Officer Brady, do you see me naked now?
Don’t you worry,
don’t you worry
cause I got a prescription to fill
it’s just a different kind of chemical
just another blanket to spare me from the chill
of all the things I can’t face, I feel this rage in my veins
and medicine can only paint over what wont erase
feels like the sky covering Hell is just the ground on which I’m standing
I’m dancing for a stranger with his gun in his hand
Officer Brady, do you read the paper in the morning?
Cause I’ve been reading books
that tell me I don’t need
anything
to be free
and I’ve been reading books
that tell me I don’t need anything
to be happy
and I’ve been reading books that tell me
this world’s gone mad with me
this world’s gone mad with me
We’ve both gone mad
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8. |
Fucked Up Heart
05:01
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It’s always blaring or dark
I’m either in heaven
or in purgatory
I’m always dancing on the edge of something
hungry for an in between
he’s looking over the pieces
got to fix the broken things he sees
I feel so scuffed up and marked
I’ve tried and tried but I just can’t get clean
This Fucked up heart
it loves you so
I’m bloody out of my mind but i
just thought that you should know
Falalalalala
Falala fucked up heart
falalalalala
falala fucked up heart
Take my electrons off
you’ve got me charged up positively
I know I’m no walk in the park
oh baby I’m so sick and tired of me
he’s looking over the pieces
got to fix the broken things he sees
I feel so fucked up and marked
I’ve tried and tried and i just can't get clean
This Fucked up heart
it loves you so
I’m bloody out of my mind but i
just thought that you should know
Falalalalala
Falala fucked up heart
falalalalala
falala fucked up heart
I see you be so careful
with something so damn broke
you always treat my heart just like
the finest kind of gold
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