1. |
Medicine Man
04:05
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Drinking the day away
I aint got much to say
but I know where we go when we die
it aint that far of a drive
and I'm feeling alright tonight
as long as you stand by my side
holding my memories tight
still trying to do what is right
but they make it so hard on us
crawling through all the dust
of dreams that we had as kids
they turned me into a poet
then took away my pen
well, I don't know about you
but I can't fix it at all
I don't want to
if you catch me lost in the past
pull me back, back
I always just assumed there'd be more
that destiny would knock down our doors
but then I was twenty-four
what was I searching for
was it the prime of my life
I'm gonna call up the medicine man
singing, show me them stars again
singing, glory glory hallelujah
what's it to you now
sittin half stoned just dreading the morning
it's a fever you can't calm down
when there's something outside your window
but you can't escape the house
- Bryant Alama © 2015
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2. |
Golden Specks
03:57
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Bent out of shape
long nights in the think tank
tried to hit reset
screen went blank
then blue
I can't write
can't even talk tonight
guess it don't matter much
there's nothing to say
or do
my money's on you
you're the only shot I've got
don't blow it now
with those self-defeating thoughts
because time
can't pause or rewind
and 2 A.M turns on the closing sign
we don't stand a chance
we're just golden specks
in a field of sunsets
down on your luck
try to keep your chin up
etch out your own path
soon we're gonna clink cups
and laugh
I'm not scared
saw the future and I came prepared
yeah, we're all gonna die
but not today
tonight
-Bryant Alama © 2015
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3. |
Until You Came Along
04:03
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When I close my eyes I see us dancing
atop some mountain bed out on the coast
I open them back up to see the traffic
and I wonder how we'll ever make it home
because all I've ever had was nothing
until the day you came along
and I wanted so bad to give back something
but this curse they put on me is just too strong
oh darling, they took my dreams
they beat me 'til I couldn't see
and if it wasn't for you
nobody would have called for help
we brought home a kitten from the shelter
they said they found her curled beneath a car
I watched you as you wrapper her up in blankets
and held her like a baby in your arms
all she ever had was no one
until the day you came along
and with a purr she said I'm grateful
what if I had ended up alone
oh darling, they took my dreams
they put me out to sea
but how else would I have washed up on your shore
I guess you've gotta get lost
just to find what you're looking for
-Bryant Alama © 2015
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4. |
America
03:33
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You're a hard wood floor
a cement wall
you're the knocking at my door
when I can't get up
out of bed
by the dawn's early light
again I cry
god damn, America
you were pretty once
but look at you now
you were apple pie
you were baseball games
you were nights beneath the stars
now all you are
is the crying shame
the drives us to the bar
why am I still in love with you
I'm red and white
but most of all I'm blue
god damn, america
you're a foreclosed home
you lost your soul
and you're headed south
leaving us here
in the cold
by the twilight's last gleaming
I'm screaming
god damn, america
you were pretty once
but look at you now
you were classic cars
you were rock and roll
a raging river roar
now all you are
is the gaping hole
where all our spirits soar
why am I still in love with you
I'm red and white
but most of all I'm blue
god damn, America
Bryant Alama © 2015
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5. |
Telephone Booth
05:16
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I was trying hard to listen
I was keeping myself clean
just wanted to play an honest hand
with nothing up my sleeve
we rode to the west coast
on a wave of alcohol
just two cheap pairs of sunglasses
and an empty bank account
time will tear us all to shreds
but at least it tell the truth
broken down in another town
telephone booth
and it's too late for you
to take back what you've down
yeah, go on, lose faith
lie to everyone
saying it's not hard
even when it's hard
now, I've been looking for a job
but they're so hard to find
the classifieds just draw more lines
for me to stand outside
and as soon as I convince myself
that none of this is real
I stub my toe on solid oak
and remember how it feels
time will tear us all to shreds
but hey, she tells the truth
broken down in another town
telephone booth
and it's too late for you
to take back what you've down
yeah, go on, lose faith
lie to everyone
saying it's not hard
even when it's hard
we moved from the country
to a giant skyscraper
to watch the people down below
like I was some brilliant bird
I saw winner I saw losers
yeah, I've seen the lines they've drawn
they pegged me as a loser baby
but I swear those days are done
scribbled down some gibberish
and I tried to call it truth
broken down in another town
telephone booth
-Bryant Alama © 2015
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Out of Dodge Portland, Oregon
gnarly guitar, great lyrics, and a backbone you can groove to
Out of Dodge (formerly known as
Northern Currents) is:
Bryant Alama - singer-songwriter/rhythm guitar/Alec Trusty - lead guitar/Daniel leussler - bass/backing vocals/
Kyle Cregan - drums/backing vocals/ Zach Roth - keys/tambo/backing vox
... more
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