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I got 3 pennies in the side of my jeans
Yeah, I go hungry to learn what livin’ means
I got a belly full of public school advise
And I’m gonna live myself a livin’ kind of life
‘Cause it’s a long, long road to the dream
And that long, long road’s a mighty tricky thing
I got a wide, wide soul and I believe
So Miss America, show me what livin’ means
From the great lakes to the Texas heat
Coast to coast from California to the New York City streets
Rocky mountains, deep on down to the Georgia peach
Well I ain’t ever gonna rest my busy ol’ American feet
I got 3 pennies in the side of my jeans
I don’t need money, when I got my songs to sing
I got my heart beating out of my chest with a far-fetched dream
So Miss America, show me what livin’ means
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I am the faint voice
I’m the bark beneath the wind
I ain’t the best choice
But you root for me to win
I am the school kid
Amidst the highschool beauty queen
I ain’t good lookin’
But I know just what she needs
‘Cause I learned how to stand my ground
As the underdog
In North Virginia
Just outside the D.C. lines
Those folks will kill ya
With noses pointed at the sky
Who barks the loudest
Who woos the crowds with stunning speech
Who stands the proudest
Who feeds the belly of the beast
Oh, I learned how to stand my ground
As the underdog
Well, I’ve been to Nashville
And I’ve seen how those boys play
And they got more skill
Then I’ll ever have some day
But I’ll take the challenge
In fact I just might pick the fight
They got the talent
But I’ve gotten used to bleeding all my life
‘Cause I learned how to stand my ground
As the underdog
Yeah I’m the underdog
We’re the underdogs
Oh I’m the underdog, yeah
We’re the underdogs
So watch us right here
Right here on this tavern stage
It’s been some long years
And we’re hardly getting paid
But I ain’t crying
Oh no, I’ve seen enough of that
Knock me down trying
‘Cause I like the view upon my back
‘Cause I learned how to stand my ground
Sing it loud, let’s stand our ground
‘Cause we’ve learned how to stand our ground
As the underdogs
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I got two good hands to clap to the music
My mama’s baby grand and I ain’t afraid to use it
I don’t have much, but it’s all I need
And, baby, that’ll do for me
I’m barely walkin’, honey
I’m sorta talkin’ funny
And I don’t see the sunny
But I got sunshine
Comin’ down upon me
To take the trouble from me
I’m finally feelin’ lucky
And it’s been some time
Can’t take my joy away
I shake the hand of the devil and say, “enchanté”
I got two good hands to clap to the music
My mama’s baby grand and I ain’t afraid to use it
I don’t have much, but it’s all I need
And I ain’t leavin’ with a suitcase, honey
You can’t buy happy with a fistful of money
I got my soul and my air to breathe
And baby that’ll do for me
I made a symphony
From my bad dreams
I keep my failures in the pocket of my blue jeans
Don’t wanna lose them
In the whirlwind
‘Cause every now and then I got to use them
Sometimes you can’t avoid the pain
Say, “hello, goodbye, it’s a brand new day”
All the treasure of the world could never soothe me
And all the victories will just turn to pride
And all the pretty little girls could never
Heal a broken heart that looks like mine
But I’m breathing fine
Two good hands
On mama’s baby grand
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Two good hands
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
On mamma’s baby grand
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Well it’s kind of like a bad dream
It’s tugging at my heart strings
But, see, I kind of like the fighting
‘Cause it’s somehow a part of me
I grew tired of the waiting
For the never coming upswing
But my reasons never leave me
‘Cause there’s a light here in front of me
We got one shot, baby
To shed ourselves some light
On and on and on and on the world goes
If we don’t try it’ll pass us by
Taking all that we now
And on and on and on and on my heart goes
And I won’t fall without a fight
‘Cause this is our time
Yeah this is our time
So turn your head away
You can right us off, that’s okay
See we ain’t looking for praise
In fact, we like it better this way
So you can watch us from a distance
And pretend to know our secrets
But you don’t know about resistance
Until you’re fighting the doubt away
I put my foot down on the hard ground
And, baby, I’m not moving
I can face fear
We belong here
On and on and on and on the world goes
If we don’t try it’ll pass us by
Taking all that we now
And on and on and on and on my heart goes
And I will stand my ground
Because I know right now is our time
Yeah, this is our time
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If my big wheels stop turning
If my gold soul stops burning so bright
If I bow out to burden
Then I guess I’ll never know which wrong was right
Tick tock the clock is going
Don’t stop, the now is golden
If time is all we’re holding
Then my time is now
Guns cocked as we’re all growing
’Til we all end up broken
And all the never knowing buries us down
Six feet in the ground
My mother told me when I
Was just a child that I
Could be just anything I wanted to be
I dressed up like a hero
Day dreamed and I would feel so
Unstoppable, ‘cause I was so far from me
So young and so free
I’ve been told the lie of patience
(I have heard time is on my side)
But that depends on what it is
(And I won’t wait no more)
Stars align to guide us places
(This is my life)
What makes the stars so sure
No, I cannot wait for signs no more
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Half a mile from old town where you found me
You were barely breathing in those days
Fresh off a two year term in county
And you had no direction
I was so far from home
I picked you up from the ditch where you were laying
You looked me dead in the eyes and then you said
Get on your feet angels don’t sleep
When the whole world’s out to get ya
Brother don’t think
It’s you and it’s me
I still got your back like when I met ya
Get up off the ground
I ain’t ever gonna let you down
We had some good times back in college
Back then you were crazy as can be
I bailed you out of all those fights you started
Cause I knew that you would do the same thing for me
And down the road when our dreams become our memories
We’ll look back on the times that we both said
Never gonna let you down
And I’m never gonna let you down
When you call
Brother, I’ll be there for you
No matter if you’re right or wrong
I’ll be the one to push you through
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About a mile around the bend
The Bryans lived their humble days
Working hard to earn their keep
With little sleep and pay
They played songs with pots and pans
With clapping hands and joyful tones
With the music underneath
The warm heart beat of home
Yeah, the brothers played, played, played
And mother, she sang along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
They found their way, way, way
Growing branches from their roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers played
When it came to holidays
The Bryans gave not gifts, but love
Simple smiles and songs were shared
To fill the air above
They heard a knock upon their door
One early morn and came to find
Violins, guitars, and more
The songs were born by night
Yeah, the brothers played, played, played
The neighbors, they sang along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
They found their way, way, way
Growing branches from their roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers played
They went out to the old stone streets
They strummed their strings and beat their drums
Passerby’s would stomp their feet
Toss coins as they were done
La da da da da da da
The town sang on and filled their jar
The Bryans lived their days so long
The music traveled far
Yeah, the music traveled far
Many years have passed away
The name has changed, but they live on
As two Virginia boys both play
To their great Grandpa's song
They travel in their rolling home
To lands unknown and seek to find
Eager hearts upon the road
To fill with song and rhyme
Yeah, the brothers play, play, play
And now I, I sing along too
Turning music into bread
And strumming dreams into the truth
We found our way, way, way
Growing branches from our roots
And the fruit of which still feeds the earth today
'cause the brothers play
La da da da da da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da la da da da da
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The future sings
Serenating human-beings
To make the hopeless cry less
Anxious to see what tomorrow brings
But I’m feeling old
For no reason at all
I guess I’ve been chasing dreams for what feels like far too long
But the people always say
Will you remember me when you’re famous?
And I say yes, at least I hope I will
But what if I don’t turn out to be famous?
Do you think you’ll love me
Do you think you’ll love me still
They say that time
Oh that time will tell all
But I’m sick and tired of staring at the clock that’s on my wall
So let’s turn the page
And write the words for these next days
Here’s to being dead broke
While old folks tell me it’s about time I act my age
At least I’ve got you all to say
This ain’t a game to me
I’ve reached insanity
By thinking constantly
‘Bout how I never want to let you down when you say
Will you remember me when you’re famous?
And I say yes, in fact I’m sure that I will
But see I don’t really care about being famous
Cause man right now, I feelin' all the love a dreaming man can feel
Will you remember me when you’re famous?
Ya, we’ll be the same boys we’ve always been
And not one ounce of fame could change our game
So we if love you now, you best believe
We will love you then
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Sara (feat. von Grey)
05:13
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Sara rides her bike to school in Cleveland
From a run down house seven miles away
Her daddy died just when she was just eleven
And her mommas not stopped drinking since the day
But she won’t run
No she won’t run away
Oh she won’t run
No she won’t run away
She writes in a brown leather diary
From her daddy the night that he died
He said, ‘Sara if ever must cry for me
To do it here within in these pages, not outside
And please don’t run
Oh please don’t run away
Cause I need you to stay
So she writes about all the happy times
And the guilt that she carries from dreams
She raises head, carries mom to the bed
Cause dad said, ‘Remain family, family’
Sara bags the groceries up on Sixth Street
A dime a day to keep mom’s liquor stocked
she sets some pennies thinking some day
I can leave this prison that my daddy locked
But she won’t run
I won’t run
I could run away
Oh she won’t run
I won’t run
But dad asked me to stay
Sara came home on the eve of her eighteenth
Bottles all empty
Mom on the kitchen floor
She laid down wrapped her mom’s around her
Pretended to be loved
Just as I was before
But she wasn’t
No, I’m not
She was trapped there to rot
As she turned to her mom and said, ‘I love you’
But she’s breaking free
And you can’t stop me
You can’t call her a thief
It’s my soul to keep
She can run, she can run, she can run from you
I will run, I will run, I will run from you
Now she writes about all the happy times
As she stares through her window outside
The kids running ‘round
As daddy watches proud
Through all the pain and the wisdom she gave
Sara has made family
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He’s a man on the run
He’s his own biggest fear
He always prayed that someone
Just like her would appear
I put my pen to the page
To tell the stories of life
And this here is the love song that I always hoped to write
If this love sets the stage
If our lives are the play
If the words on the page
Form a script we create
then i'll start with a smile
when we’re standing back stage
Darling, I can’t for the curtains to separate
Angel's come through
All in good time, honey
They gave me you
And now I’ve learned that I need ten thousand hearts
To share weight of all this love
And when they all begin to smile
It’s you I’m thinking of
We both come from a past
fairly jaded and torn
we grew up pretty fast
by the ways of the world
I’m not saying that I
Can make the pain leave today
But I don’t give love
with the plan to take away
They don’t believe in all the lies
The fairy tales, the perfect lives
Expectations are the silent killer
Oh I come prepared to join this fight
To wrap my arms around you tight
To be the man that you deserve forever
Angel come through
All in good time, honey
They gave me you
And now I’ve learned that I need ten thousand hearts
To share weight of all their love
And they’ll all begin to smile
It’s you I’m thinking of
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We bid you farewell
Told you just ‘bout all the stories we could tell
Say your prayers and fight off hell
But remember the devil chases the heart’s compel
On the mountain or the valleys deep
We’re surrounded by the enemy
and i’ve dumbfounded by this peace in me
there’s something is certain ‘bout this so called mystery
we’ve been traveling down the long long road
we have reaped just ‘bout all the we have sown
we need something to call our own
said our peace now oh Lord just take us home
We bid you, we bid you farewell
Told you just ‘bout all the stories we could tell
Say your prayers, prayers, prayers and fight off hell
But remember the devil chases the heart’s compel
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Well, I’m sleeping on a kick drum
We just played a good and I lost my heart in Tennessee
Georgia was just fine
Kentucky was a great night
And New York City was as good as it can be
There ain’t nothing like this road
Takin’ us back to Washington D.C.
We started off in Carolina
In a podunk little town
Where a clogger danced her way up to the front of our small crowd
From there we headed east
To a stage near by the beach
Where Janine behind the bar graciously paid for our drinks
Then, we made some sounds in ol’ Chucktown
Stayed for a couple days
Said, if we made it big we could surely live a season in this place
Oh, we got robbed outside of Auburn
They took the money we had made
But they couldn’t steal the newfound friends we made along the way
We took 40 West to Memphis
A road we’d soon come to regret
Where the paid us $20 to call it quits and end our set
Then, we headed north, Upstate New York
Then, Boston for the rest
I learned how to sing with no one listening
It builds character, I guess
Well, I’m sleeping on a kick drum
We just played a good and I lost my heart in Tennessee
Georgia was just fine
Kentucky was a great night
And New York City was as good as it can be
There ain’t nothing like this road
That leads us home to Washington D.C.
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Melodime Virginia
"Melodime is what’s missing in music today – a band that tells stories from their deepest recesses of their hearts and souls: a band that seamlessly blends the musical past with the sounds of the future; a band that is working hard to make a difference through their music and charitable giving that will last a lifetime." ... more
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