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Cowgirl Angels
04:00
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Raise your sunburned hands to the sky
A crinkled map won’t do you good here.
You’re drying out and I can tell you why,
Too much stock in what happens out there.
Guessing where those lights are coming from’s your only job
But you’re too old to think it’s alien.
In desperate need of gasoline for this ancient car we rented.
We’re out of time and out of tarred dimes
We collected on grounds of toll booth stations.
We’ll not make it to El Paso, not even past this town of ghosts.
Praying to Cowgirl angels guarding me tonight.
Haw-Yee, Haw-Yee, Haw
Turn the dial to the only channel in a hundred miles to hear the light of a clear blue morning.
I’ll lift up my shirt, so you can stick and poke a cactus on the base of my neck.
We’re out of road and out of smokes
We stole from drab gas stations.
We’ll not make it to El Paso, this rate we’re turnin’ into ghosts,
Praying to Cowgirl angels guarding me tonight.
Haw-Yee, Haw-Yee, Haw
I found a silver bullet in my pocket,
I found a tube a lipstick in my pocket.
I found wood guitar pick in my pocket,
I found Johnny’s old line and I walked it.
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2. |
Texas in the Aftermath
03:10
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Texas you son of a gun you stole my heart and broke into pieces.
I knew from the start we were doomed but I held onto hope you’d surprise me like you sometimes happen to do.
And how can my friends tell me they love me then root for somebody who doesn’t care for me?
He doesn’t care, doesn’t care for any of you.
Texas in the aftermath is a bit tragic from the outside looking in.
But tell me, friends, did you begin to extend a hand to the other side of the fence?
Dallas Love Field fields love down in baggage claim
Where brothers reunite, sharp glances are exchanged.
Pick us up, pickup truck faster than last year,
We need an excuse to get out of here.
You may all go to hell and I’ll go to Texas.
Texas in the aftermath is a bit tragic from the outside looking in.
But tell me, friends, did you begin to extend a hand to the other side of the fence?
Texas in the aftermath is a bit tragic from the outside.
But tell me, friends, did you begin to extend a hand to the other side of the fence?
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Canopy
03:02
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Brief beauty
Brief comfort from the loving hands of another.
Blink twice
If you want me to stay
Once to send me away,
Under the canopy, canopy, canopy, canopy
Ask how can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be
I know it began, it began, it began, it began, it began, it began
Under the canopy.
I’m not your first love
I might not be your last
Evaluate the risk of falling too fast.
Under the canopy, canopy, canopy, canopy
Ask how can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be
I know it began, it began, it began, it began, it began, it began
Under the canopy.
Feast or famine
Something will fall from the heavens
He promised a man to me
So take your bread and leave.
Under the canopy, canopy, canopy, canopy
Ask how can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be, can it be
I know it began, it began, it began, it began, it began, it began
Under the canopy.
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Rabid Dog
01:59
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"Safety first" was all I'd ever heard
And then got pushed out onto the spinning Earth.
Ballerinas only dance when they have a stage,
So mark your boundaries and stay in your lane.
Copycatting was the way to make a living
If you valued family and you valued breathing.
No one taught me how to see outside the box
I had to take a few years stepping out of what I thought I'd want.
Self-fulfilling prophecies only go as far as you prophesize,
I'd left professors thinking they knew more about my mind than I.
Grass grew greener everywhere except my yard,
I hadn't yet learned about that chlorophyll phenomenon.
Repeating chords makes the choir dizzy,
But repeating words keeps the sermons with me.
I have a poster in my room, Psalm 46:5
If He's already in me, why you preaching at me all the time?
O-Dagnabit, I'm a rabid dog
Bit by a world inaccessible.
I'm sorry if your wounds match the shape of my mouth,
I don't remember how I got out.
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5. |
Transactions
02:32
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My mind makes sharp little transactions,
Like if I accidentally have a baby,
I’ll get three weeks of vacation.
I know that coffee makes me sweat and Miller makes me sad,
But I still crave it.
This sunburn will be worth it when I’m on the other side of the mirror a week later.
And the plants I keep in my living room offset the carbon of my space heater.
I copy keys, give them to thieves,
Good karma for my reincarnation.
Stapled seams and holes in jeans,
My used car cost a fortune
Gave the salesman more than he was asking.
My mind makes sharp little transactions,
Like if I don’t get on this flight I won’t go home from vacation.
I know blue calms me down and red makes me mad,
Still paint towns with it.
The home field’s got a winning streak, my dollar’s on the other team
It’s the underdog in me.
I’ll return your call in a week, just need a bit more sleep.
I copy keys, give them to thieves,
Good karma for my reincarnation.
Marcuchan dreams and hoisin beans,
My used car cost a fortune
Gave the salesman way more than he was asking.
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6. |
Rye, N.H.
03:09
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Are you not tired yet?
There’s not a whole lot going on in my head.
We walked around an old museum
You told me stories
I waited for inspiration to hit.
Can we go back to when all you had was a picture of me and my first name?
Can we go back to when you were impressed by everything that I said?
Counting seconds the silence finds
I got the hint when you said “nevermind”.
It’s hard to find the common between us
Except for this city and our loneliness.
Can we go back to when all you had was a picture of me and my first name?
Can we go back to when you were impressed by everything that I said?
Somewhere deep down from our separate past,
Is a memory we’ve both had.
A time and place less overwhelmed
With somebody who made us feel like ourselves.
Can we go back to when all you had was a picture of me and my first name?
Can we go back to when you were impressed by everything that I said?
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7. |
Rosary
03:31
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I left a rosary in your backseat
Do you pray for me? Do you pray for me?
My mother’s crosses on the wall’s a threat to my belief
To her disbelief, her disbelief.
I’m a good friend and I am a rotten lover
Never found out how to summon up desire.
I’ll walk down the aisle in sweats
and I’ll mumble some jargon bout what to expect.
I dunno if they’ll cheer when I give you a peck
But I swear when I’m rich and I’m poor I will have you.
Just don’t make us do it like they do.
Cause they’re not me and they’re not you.
It’s a wicked cover for a custom that ruffles less feathers repeating what’s always been done.
I left a rosary in your backseat
Do you pray for me? Do you pray for me?
My mother’s crosses on the wall’s a threat to my belief
To her disbelief, her disbelief.
I’m a good friend and I am a rotten lover
Never found out how to summon up desire.
I’ll walk down the aisle in sweats
and I’ll mumble some jargon bout what to expect.
I dunno if they’ll cheer when I give you a peck
But I swear when I’m rich and I’m poor I will have you.
Just don’t make us do it like they do,
Cause that’s not me and that’s not you.
It’s a wicked cover for a custom that functions better between a man and a woman.
Just don’t make us do it like they do,
Cause they’re blood but not who I’d choose.
And don’t let my cousin’s ex-husband ruin the fun that they know they’re missing out on.
I left a rosary in your backseat
Do you pray for me?
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A couple of couples can’t find their way home
They don’t know the streets, can’t recharge their phones.
One long dark night stands in their way
Will they all make it to break of day?
Corey + Hannah, Connor + Tracy
Are you there, can you hear us calling your names?
You’re not the first to get lost, there are many before you who’ve been the same way.
Don’t split up, Hannah, don’t go off
You must stay together, the night has just begun.
Bowing out now would be waging a bet on a hand with three-fourths of a deck.
Did they learn nothing from Stand By Me?
Going through it together is necessary.
At the very least do they remember what happened to Franklin and Sally and Kirk?
Defending yourself on your own is misguided and deadly it will never work.
Corey + Hannah, Connor + Tracy
Are you there, can you hear us calling your names?
You’re not the first to get lost, there are many before you who’ve been the same way.
Don’t split up, Corey, don’t go off
You must stick together, the night is still too young.
With two of you left, I’m afraid there’s a target now centered on both of your backs.
The road is long and it’s getting longer
Here’s my warning, here’s my caution
Stay in one place ‘til the morning
Nights have been known to keep lost ones from returning.
Corey + Hannah, Connor + Tracy
Are you there, can you hear us calling your names?
You’re the first to get lost, there are many before you who’ve been the same way.
Don’t split up, Connor + Tracy
You’ve almost made it, the sun is now dawning.
One long dark night can be fought with the grip of a hand
And the thought of the morning.
Corey + Hannah
Have you learned your lesson, are you there, are you listening?
Staying together when you get lost in the dark gives strength where you are weak.
The partners who make it can handle the storms and the fears, the clouds and the fights,
Choosing someone over yourself will guide you home for the rest of your life.
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9. |
Inner Child
03:38
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Two men down the block are making out with their lights on
I’m pretending not to see.
Carl said to always go to bed
Before temptation hits and you’re forced to fall on your knees.
And this inner child of mine just wants to feel fine
Just wants to please and be pleased.
Do I think I’m immature enough to get what I request?
I just want someone to sob into and hold me to their chest.
And this inner child of mine just wants to pick up the pieces
Hot glue ‘em back together again.
Calmness eludes me
As long as I drink 4 cups of caffeine.
But I can’t say no, have no self-control
For liquid energy.
And this inner child of mine
Just wants to stay up all night tumbling on the carpet with him.
And this inner child of mine
Just wants to poke all my feelings, laugh my opinions to the ground.
Oh, child, where did you go?
I need you running the show.
Oh, child, where did you go?
I need you running the show.
And this inner child of mine
This inner child of mine
This inner child of mine.
Oh, child, where did you go?
I need you running the show.
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10. |
Gust
03:45
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North, East, South, West
Each has a mouth blowing in my ear
And every year is harder to steer.
My feet are here on neutral ground
I’m balanced out, I’m level now.
But one strong gust will leave me winded and reeling.
Save for me a ticket on a plane, a toll road coin, a covered wagon.
Share with me some old saltines, sunflower seeds and your sister’s cabin.
Tow the horse and line so close I forget I’m s’posed to be goin’.
Is what I’m running from in disguise for what I’m really following?
Boston, Austin, Grand Marais, it’s hard to say
Our next place
Palm reader told me we have to find the nearest source of water,
Whatever for?
Save for me a ticket on a plane, a toll road coin, a covered wagon.
Share with me some old saltines, sunflower seeds and your sister’s cabin.
Tow the horse and line so close I forget I’m s’posed to be goin’.
Is what I’m running from in disguise for what I’m really following?
All strung out and strong held on the eastern west and the northern south.
All strung out and strong held on the eastern west and the northern south.
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Lainey Strange Austin, Texas
Lainey Strange lives in Austin and writes music for cowgirls.
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