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Rear View Mirror
03:40
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Here in this car in this broken sunset
Last night drunk and I have not had rest
but the air is soft as it weaves through my hand
thank God I'm here, on this wooded highway
On I-10 to Austin, here I come again
Back on the road where my freedom lies
But this time I have no alibis
the past is wise and is on my trail
it's creeping up, in my rear view mirror
I left that town, 'cause it did not know me
It tried to be kind, but I did not like it
It's starched and pressed, and smells of cologne
I wanted its money, but not its handshake
On I-10 to Austin, here I come again
Back on the road where my freedom lies
But this time I have no alibis
the past is wise and is on my trail
it's creeping up, in my rear view mirror
All this driving, does me no good,
It does not soothe, like it should,
My heart is racing, I’m buying time,
This life I’m leaving, it’s not mine, it’s not mine.
I was told that I'm running, who cares if I am,
Besides, if I move, then I know, that I'm not dead.
When I told her she cried, but I can't live my life,
In other’s dreams, 'cause then it's a lie.
On I-10 to Austin, here I come again
Back on the road where my freedom lies
But this time I have no alibis
the past is wise and is on my trail
it's creeping up, in my rear view mirror
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You threw me out last night, ‘cause I made a drunken scene,
things are clearer to me now, sorry for being mean.
I hope you friends don't hate me, I wish I hadn't show them him,
I usually keep him at the door, last night I let him in.
I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.
But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.
I’m laying here on my bed, thinking ‘bout what I said,
I don't know why, I get so mad,
what goes through my head.
I guess I'll have another beer,
lukewarm, but I don't care,
I don't remember, all that much,
there's leaves in my hair.
I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.
But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.
Honey, don't you see, my fear,
don't, leave me here, with myself.
Honey, don't you see these wounds,
I need you to be, my salve.
You might be sick of me, I understand if so,
perhaps this is what I what,
perhaps I should just go.
I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.
But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.
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Give Me More Time
03:16
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Oh my girl, I see you, standing at the bar
I am shy, what to say
I see you looking at me
Oh my girl, you're with all your friends
how can I, come say hi
I don't want to be lame
Short brown hair, and dark brown eyes
I bet your words, mesmerize
I won't blow this chance of mine
just give me more time
Oh my girl, I’m pretending for my guys
They think I, have a clue,
I don’t know what I’m doing
Oh my girl, I see you, sizing me up
don’t think that, you can, read me so accurately
Short brown hair, and dark brown eyes
I bet your words, mesmerize
I won't blow this chance of mine,
just give me more time
If only I could, get over these nerves
they trip me up, and shut me down
they've been with me, since I was a kid
fumbling over my words
Oh my girl, you seem awfully kind
I like that, no bullshit
I think that we could work
Oh my girl, there’s guys strutting up
I was not, nearly fast enough
to save you from the wolves
Short brown hair, and dark brown eyes
I bet your words, mesmerize
I won't blow this chance of mine
just give me more time
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Save Our Souls
05:30
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Back In The Day
03:43
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I haven't talked to you in so long
now I am stuck, and writing this song
like a full circle, I'm here with myself
straining for words that make sense to me
Now you are going, to marry this guy
I thought the feelings, of jealousy died
they are just shadows, without any substance
I hope you don't grow, to regret him
Remember back in the day
back when we were young and alone
you sleeping there, huddled with me
I think then, I was happy
Remember back in the day
before all that I'd know
changed with me moving away
I think then I was happy
When I first met you, I could tell that you
needed someone who was different than me
I did not know, who this person was
Why did I think I could win you
Then you assured me, that what was between us,
was better than any, lover could give
It damaged my pride, though you were so kind
I even knew this at the time
Remember back in the day
back when we were young and alone
you sleeping there, huddled with me
I think then, I was happy
In the back of my mind
All these years
All this time
Where do I put you
In my heart
I don't still blame you, and I hope that you don't,
hold any grudges, for what I did then
I acted a fool, so many damn times
Bless you for seeing this through
Remember back in the day
back when we were young and alone
you sleeping there, huddled with me
I think then, I was happy
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Two Cent Revival Kingston, New York
There’s a lot going on under the hood of Matt Jones’ unlabored Americana songcraft and his baritone delivery. Adopted from Brazil and raised primarily in Houston, Texas by American parents, Jones’ perspective as a Latino-American is ever-present in his writing, as is the looming specter of Jones’ lifelong struggles with depression and anxiety. ... more
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