1. |
Sweet Injury
02:21
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You're living out your fantasy
Basking in your injury
Never knew that you could be so proud
To be broken down
Basking in a sea
Of sympathy
Oh what a sweet injury
The victim is surrounded now
With caring hands and loving mouths
You couldn't stand alone before
But in the crowd
You stand out as an example now
A broken body with a spirit freed
Oh what a sweet injury
Like a snow day or a broken leg
You love that no one can expect
Anything from you that's stressful now
It's not allowed
To question the special boy
The victim cherishes his role
Now filled with joy at his disease
Oh what a sweet injury
What a sweet injury
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2. |
Persist, Persist!
03:19
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Oh they'll try anything to get you
Down
Pile the criticism 'til you
Drown
But how they feel about you
Is none of your concern
Don't let them squelch the burn
That keeps you yearning
Succeed and they'll give up
Persist, persist, persist!
Do not ever give up
When you fear to face resistance
Hold your little head up
Keep showing up
Don't bow before
Another please
You're much to old
To cower low
Or follow like a sheep
Persist, persist
Oh, failures may pile
And you'll lose heart
But please don't forget
Just why you started
Just climb back in the saddle man
And make up a new plan
What you have to offer's worth more than them
Succeed and they'll give up
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3. |
Apologies
02:07
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You're waiting
Still waiting
For my apology
But I'm still trying to process
What could have made you mad at me
In fact I think I have
Some grievances to file myself
But seeing where I am in this relationship
Oh well, oh well
Your husband or employee or your relative
I am
Always in the position
Where I'm accused of letting someone else down
I often buckle under
Expectations placed on me
There seems to be no limit
To what is expected of me
My apologies
For being me
Seems to me the world
Is built upon apologies
We are all sorry, we are guilty
And we are unhappy
Apologies
For being me
We are not free
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4. |
Black Ice
02:38
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Snow makes the branches bow down
To me as I walk
Back from the store
The tires on my car
Are so bald
They can't grip the black ice
I'd just slide and fall
I like to lay in bed
Wrapped in Grandma's quilt
I just like how it feels
With you folded in my arms
At the center
Of the universe
Black ice don't bother me
Don't got no place to go
I just picked up a few things
Now I'm good to go
Sunshine, you leave me alone!
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5. |
Darlin' Baby
03:33
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Darlin'
Don't you pout like that
Just before I
Have to go
I have to be at work in 15 minutes
And you're lookin' at me like a baby doe
Oh now how can I go?
How can I leave this place?
I have business to attend to
But I just wanna kiss your face
I guess I'll call in sick today
Baby
You treat me so kind
You are a wild man's dream
You don't fault me for my sins
You join in them with me
I guess I'll call in sick today
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6. |
Start Dreaming
02:30
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There is something
Holding onto me
My demons hate to see the Spring
But I have got to
Fight to let it go
Let the peace wash over me
Oh
Every time I start
My mind
Starts to infect my heart
Words ain't knowledge
Still I read and write
Waves of feeling pushed aside
My heart knows this
Plan is filled with fault
Wounds my mind will fill with salt
Oh
I've been thinking
How I've
Got to stop thinking
And start dreaming.
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7. |
Tired Sun
02:30
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The tired sun rises
And the tired sun sets
Everybody listens
And everyone forgets
It doesn't really matter
What path I think you're on
Now you're here
We coincide
You smile while I yawn
I'll throw my premonitions out
And let you hit me from behind
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8. |
Yawn
04:30
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Step into the dark warmth
The slow burn
The strung-out Saturdays
You were a politician
Sex magician, love composition
You were a fighter, pass the lighter
Grab a sandwich, check your messages
Lay yourself down
We live for the night
The drama, the fight
Still storms surrender
To the languid dawn
And our howl
It just becomes a yawn
Post-protest dawn
It's just litter on the lawn
Post-war bodies decompose
So we can have more soil to fight war on
And post-coitus
Nothing seems
To be nothing, won nor lost
Profit and loss are not in our
Vocabulary now
Slip from yin to yang
As we dance through The Dao
Come with me now!
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9. |
Your Faith in Me
02:54
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Never could figure out
Just what you wanted from me
I thought you might just want it all
But that did not seem fair
Of you to ask of me
I was just a shell of a man, after all
I felt to weak
To be so strong for you
And you were leaning on me
But we just toppled over cuz
A man with a crutch is what I was
But you never gave up on me
So I continue
Now to try for you
Fake it until we make it to the place
Where we can both look back
On all we've done and sigh
I hope we're old and sleeping together
When we die
I know I can
Be that man for you
I'm goin all in
Until the day is through
Your faith in me
Makes me feel 10 feet tall
You never gave up on me
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10. |
Exquisite
03:19
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Nothing is
As exquisite
As the word itself
My mind's mission
Is attempting
To wipe the dust of the neglected books
On the top of the shelf
And oh I want some answers
And I want them now
How can I feel so
Cold with all this sweat
Dropping off of my brow
It's what you do to me
You sure are
Quite a hot one
You excel at turning me on
With your movements
And the way you purse your lips
The dictionary has no words
For what you do to me
You have transcended
And reversed
My love for words over
Experiences
It's what you do to me
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11. |
Orphan of the West
02:54
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He had no idea where to go
He stumbled around in the dark
Came upon a desert cantina
Where flames flew form the sparks
She had eyes that glowed in the night
Black hair shining blue in the moonlight
Bid him come in for drink and delight
But said "Please take me with you when you leave tonight."
The left out, her husband gave chase
Stallions galloped at a break-neck pace
She clutched tight with both arms to his chest
Saying "don't let him catch us;
He's the sheriff; he'll arrest us."
They drove through to the morning no sleep
No food, they had nothing to eat
Set an ambush right outside out town
The husband showed up
Our hero shot him down!
Orphan
Of the West
No name, no record
No town to call home
Like the
Our town continues to roam
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12. |
The Apple and the Tree
03:12
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V1
He taught his son
Many things that were true
But from the time he could talk
The boy acted like he knew what to do
What was what and who was who
Pre-chorus:
Dad I still think that
You are the one who
I have to give up
All of the credit to
You are a hero
And I will apply your
Methods in my own life
V2
He knew his dad was a respectable man
Respected his words and advice
But it wasn't always part of his plan
Still it killed him thinkin his actions
Could put a strain on his dad
Repeat Pre-chorus
Chorus:
The dad said
"I gave it all up for you,
But I always knew that was what I was gonna do
It's okay if you don't become me
Just pay it forward if you please."
Alternate end chorus:
What does it mean to be me?
Seems like the apple must've fallen pretty far from the tree
Still your lessons still speak to me
And how I act as a man
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Luke Brogden Knoxville, Tennessee
Luke Brogden is a songwriter based in Knoxville, Tennessee. He plays in the band Southern Cities, works as Music Editor for Blank Newspaper and produces the From the Living Room House Concert Series. He lives north of town with his wife, daughter, dog and cat. His current Collabs EP (2020) features friends from around the Knox scene co-writing and producing a diverse batch of tunes. Enjoy! ... more
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