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Falling Up
03:24
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Sunrise over a brand new day. The shine of which seems to say, that this could be the start of something never before seen. The same stars fill the fading twilight, haunts me like a knife, slowly twisting, interdicting, burning out without a fight.
What goes up, must come down. Either way I'll make a sound.
Falling up, burning down, some way, some how, I'm getting out. Falling up, burning down, until we're out of this town. Falling up, burning down, some way some how I'm getting out. Falling up, burning down, out of town, make a sound.
Grind stone spinning 'round. Four tires and the sound of an engine running. Sparks fly out so bound by these shackling chains. Let's rattle this cage. Nothing here remains to keep me tethered.
What goes up, must come down. Either way I'll make a sound.
Falling up, burning down, some way, some how, I'm getting out. Falling up, burning down, until we're out of this town. Falling up, burning down, some way some how I'm getting out. Falling up, burning down, out of town, make a sound.
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Alex Box Lights
03:58
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Just another night of restless teenage dreams
But it's not as bad as it seems.
Tuesday's gone, Friday I'm on my way.
I strum my guitar to the tune of the window AC
Slappin time for all those cockroaches I can't see
I can't wait 'till my calendar hits repeat.
Cause beyond the Isle in stadium seats waits the woman of my dreams
This tick tock on my wrist reminds me what I'm working for.
Another early rise and shine before I'm out the door.
This nine to five, no I don't mind.
I'd gladly shoulder the chore.
Cause I know her arms are waiting for me back in Baton Rouge.
But till then it's:
Monday at Parkway
Tuesday Rock n Bowl
Wednesday night at Snake and Jakes
Where I can drink alone
Thursday night at Vaughan's with the Barbeque Swingers
Friday it's nine to five,
But then I hit that highway,
Lord Almighty,
Cause my lover waits for me
Under Alex Box Lights
Under Alex Box Lights
Under Alex Box Lights
Under Alex Box Lights
Someday we'll both grow up and we'll all be out of school.
I'll take you back to that park where we had our first date too.
Play a little game of catch with a message written for you.
Just a simple question that I wish you didn't say yes to.
But now it's:
Monday at Maple
Tuesday Finn McCool's
Wednesday night at the Avenue to down a pint or two.
Thursday night at Tipitina's for Soul Rebels
Friday it's nine to five,
But I don't hit no highway,
Lord almighty,
Cause she no longer waits for me
Under Alex Box Lights
She's no longer waiting for me.
Under Alex Box Lights
Under Alex Box Lights
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Schrodinger & Me
04:18
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Hope hangs on a string. Yes or no seems like the simplest thing. But here, moment in between, alive or dead simultaneously. Holding out heart in hand. You can crush it or send it soaring into the air.
I can't breathe unless you answer me. I've been holding in so long lungs gonna burst. I lay my hopes on a rope, you can lift me up or let me choke. But until then, I'll just be somewhere in between, just Schrodinger and me.
Fear has its own sting. It leaves you numb until you can't feel anything. But I, I can't give up hope. These I love you's aren't something I can revoke. I worked out every scenario in my head when all I ever needed was to be honest instead.
I can't breathe unless you answer me. I've been holding in so long lungs gonna burst. I lay my hopes on a rope, you can lift me up or let me choke. But until then, I'll just be somewhere in between, just Schrodinger and me.
Don't lie, please don't let me down slowly. Look me in the eyes so I know it's true. I gave you my heart. It's up to you if this is the start of a comedy, a tragedy, or happily ever after. But now...
I can't breathe unless you answer me. I've been holding in so long lungs gonna burst. I lay my hopes on a rope, you can lift me up or let me choke. But until then, I'll just be somewhere in between, just Schrodinger and me.
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Three Little Words
05:04
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The clouds are turning day into night above. No one's sure what's coming, but everyone knows that it ain't good. Wind's whipping whitecaps breaking on the levees tonight. Will the walls hold or crumble against the tide?
What are we gonna do when there's no place left to hide? What are we gonna do? Will the feelings just subside? What are we gonna do when I still can't decide? Or will we just run out of time?
Will you stay or will you go? When your pain won't wait no more? When I can't say those three little words? Will you stay or will you go?
The sun is shining but the water's rising, I know. Every day another step sinks beneath the flow. Just keep stacking sand to keep the raging river at bay. Cause when the hourglass empties will it all be washed away?
What are we gonna do when there's no place left to hide? What are we gonna do? Will the feelings just subside? What are we gonna do when I still can't decide? Or will we just run out of time?
Will you stay or will you go? When your pain won't wait no more? When I can't say those three little words? Will you stay or will you go?
Cause now she's back in town with nothing left to prove. Been a hot little minute since I thought back to that day when I was able to convey all the things that you've been meaning me to say. You argue I've said it all before. Why can't I say those three words once more? You say that the way that you feel is true, but I thought her love was real too. What can I say, when I ain't felt a damn thing since that day? Can't say those three words, but please won't you stay?
Will you stay or will you go? When your pain won't wait no more? When I can't say those three little words? Will you stay or will you go?
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Callin' Baton Rouge
02:20
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I spent last night in the arms of a girl from Louisiana. Though I'm out on the highway, my thoughts are still with her. Such a strange combination of a woman and a child. Such a strange situation: stopping every hundred miles, callin' Baton Rouge.
The replay of last night's events roll through my mind except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine. I see a truck stop sign ahead so I change lanes. I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change, callin' Baton Rouge.
Operator, won't you put me on through. I gotta talk to a girl in Baton Rouge. Hurry up, won't you put her on the line? I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.
Hello, Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin' fine. It won't be long until I'm with you all the time. But until then, I'll spend my money right up down to my last dime, who ho ho, callin' Baton Rouge.
Operator, won't you put me on through. I gotta talk to a girl in Baton Rouge. Hurry up, won't you put her on the line? I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.
My Baton Rouge, sweet Baton Rouge, whoa.
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Home
04:43
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There's nothing wrong with California cept for the dust and the haze.
There's nothing right about Louisiana anyways.
But there's something that pulls me back home,
Like a rope tied around my soul.
This bayou will always be my home cause Louisiana's where she stays.
So won't you stay and make this home tonight?
Won't you stay at least until the morning light?
Won't you stay when home seems so far away?
Won't you stay so I can be home tonight?
I can still recall the way the street lamps would light your face.
Sitting beside you if only for a while
While I tried so hard to coax just a single shy smile.
I used to lie alone at night and dream of a white picket fence life
Just you and me,
But now I know it was never meant to be
Like the make-believes of a child.
So won't you stay and make this home tonight?
Won't you stay at least until the morning light?
Won't you stay when home seems so far away?
Won't you stay so I can be home tonight?
Alone at night, when I can't sleep
I can't help but wonder if you still think of me.
In your new life, in your new scene,
Is it everything you dreamed it could be?
So I send out a request on the telephone line
For the DJ to play just one last time
That song we shared on those long bus rides
I think it still goes like...
won't you stay and make this home tonight?
Won't you stay when I don't know which way is right?
Won't you stay when home seems like just a dream?
Won't you stay?
So I can be home
So I can be home
So I can be home
So I can be home
So I can be home
So I can be home
So I can be home tonight?
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Okay, Boomhauer New Orleans, Louisiana
This danged ole creation is the one of a kind work of that there Conner Graham, man. Okay, Boomhauer or whatsa whosits serves as a regular ole pop punk side project for that there persona who normally writes songs in Bayou Bullets along side American Idol Finalist Jovin Webb, man, know what I'm sayin, man, know what I'm sayin? ... more
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