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Ghost Birdie
02:47
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Can you walk through walls, into corridors, down vacant halls?
Do you sleep to dream, do you dream at all?
Is heaven a place or does it all go black? Is it outer space?
Did you see a white light or foggy haze?
Look what you’ve done
Your broken heart is a loaded gun and I can’t stop crying over you
No war to wage, no battlefield, just empty space.
Know I’m still fighting for you
I saw you once in a daze of sorts, when you came to us.
Said you met a girl that you think you love.
Tell me is it true, when I speak out loud, is it getting through?
Is Virginia home and waiting on you?
Look what you’ve done
Your broken heart is a loaded gun and I can’t stop crying over you
No war to wage, no battlefield, just empty space
Know I’m still fighting for you
I should have held you closer
Be free now, little ghost
Though you’re no longer at my window
I still hear your songs
I’m singing with you and moving on
Into the final crescendo
What have we become?
These little pills are smoking guns
They kill us all, not just you
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2. |
Step Mama Blues
03:38
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Mama I love you I don’t want to raise your kids
I want to shoot whiskey, play the banjo with my friends
I’ll stay true to you, come home to you but I got a life to live
Honey, I’ll marry you but I ain’t ever gonna want them kids
You parked your car in the alley behind the bar
When the cops showed they towed it away
You asked for a ride, it was love at second sight
As you cried into your house chardonnay
I took you home, we don’t have to sleep alone
The night is young the children are with friends
I don’t roll dice but you seem pretty nice
The weeks passed by you asked if I’d move in
Mama I love you I don’t want to raise your kids
I want to drink cold beer, play the guitar with my friends
I’ll stay true to you, come home to you but that’s my money to spend
Honey, I’ll marry you but I ain’t ever gonna want them kids
It’s hard to sleep with every light on in the house
And your pops been on our couch since your mama put him out
I can’t think with dishes piled up in the sink
And the little ones running off at the mouth
Mama I love you I don’t want to raise your kids
I want to shoot whiskey, play the banjo with my friends
I’ll stay true to you, come home to you but I got a life to live
Honey, I’ll marry you but I ain’t ever gonna want them kids
It’s cold as hell in Georgia and all my spirits are broke
Baby, you’re an asshole read the last line of her goodbye note
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White Daisy
03:45
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There’s a hole in the wall where a door used to be
Like a record spins melody into memory
I’ve been there before and I won’t go back
To bullies who rewrote the verse into facts
Where the stars hang low, they glow shoe shine black
There’s a crack in the curb where a white daisy grows
Come beauty from the pain and rain for the hope it sows
They’re dressing windows so we can’t see in
We leave home and make a family out of friends
How can you rise above a love like this
Calm now flooding through the streets
How voices from the deep shake ghosts to their feet
More sound ripping through antique shrouds
Hallowed young heartbeats echo through the city where I sleep
There’s a hole in the wall where a door used to be
Paper tigers stand guard sharpening their teeth
Here gossip is the gospel lies flood their pens
Holy roller empire waning in the wind
Heaven’s big enough to let us all in
Calm now flooding through the streets
How voices from the deep shake ghosts to their feet
More sound ripping through antique shrouds
Hallowed young heartbeats echo through the city where I sleep
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I was too proud to say I’m sorry
Packed my pillowcases full and fled
I walked for miles into the wild abyss
Sometimes I pray to die in the gutter like a poet
Am I a pile of books to burn or to be read?
Am I a pile of books to burn or to be read?
I fought to fly instead fell
Kick the kill switch on the carousel
All the white noise spilled out from my head
The idled minded clenched fists, my judges at their pulpits
Just spiders spinning stories from their web
They’ll bleed you bone dry and leave you for dead
Oh my god, what a strange remorse
Am I the monsters in my head?
We were warned to abstain, burdened and afraid
For the architects sake, do we rebuild?
So I resigned myself to madness
There was blood I gave and tears I kept
I buried all hope deep inside my chest
Ascending through spindrift, rolling stone like Sisyphus
How time it ticks and taunts us into death
As we wait around for something that hasn’t happened yet
Oh my god, what a strange remorse
Am I the monsters in my head?
If we are one in the same, then whose to blame?
For the architects sake, we rebuilt
Save yourself from this impossible hell
Say goodbyes, sever ties you threaded oh so well
If the bridge won’t catch fire, I’ll tear it down myself
There’s no one left to help
Oh my god, what a strange remorse
Am I the monsters in my head?
We were warned to abstain, burdened and afraid
For the architects sake, do we rebuild?
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5. |
Wishing Well
03:28
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Been hoping on better days
Lord knows I’ve done my time
Don’t sleep just stare
Falling stars for eyes
Keep chasing city blocks
No use clocking miles
I’ve succumbed to the weight of the world
Was it worth waiting in line?
There’s no water in the wishing well
Since that river ran dry
I’m not the kind to kiss and tell
Maybe you could change my mind
Hell bent on riding out
These four tires need tread
I’m saying goodbyes
Repaying debts
Filling up coffee cups
With all the tears I’ve shed
I’ve driven to the ends of the earth
Was it worth staying in bed?
There’s no water in the wishing well
Since that river ran dry
I’m not the kind to kiss and tell
Maybe you could change my mind
Hey momma don’t it hurt so bad
I’ve fallen on my own sword
They buried the hatchet right in my back
Hey momma been left for dead
I was digging at my own hole
When they buried the bullet right in my head
Been praying for better days
Oh my God I’ve tried
My voice is sore
My fingers tired
Keep tracing forehead lines
No use counting time
I’ve succumbed to the weight of the world
Was it worth waiting in line?
There’s no water in the wishing well
Since that river ran dry
I’m not the kind to kiss and tell
Maybe you could change my mind
Hey momma don’t it hurt so bad
I’ve fallen on my own sword
They buried the hatchet right in my back
Hey momma been left for dead
I was digging at my own hole
When they buried the bullet right in my head
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Folk is People Jacksonville, Florida
Folk is People is a Jacksonville-based indie folk project led by singer-songwriter and dad joke expert, Stacey Bennett. Her music is crafted into a melodic blend of stringed and percussive instruments backed by her driving voice. Folk is People's upcoming release, Happy Birthday Forever, is a tribute to the dead and dying, Sisyphus, and the cataclysmic struggle to move forward through madness. ... more
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