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Apothecary
03:24
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I was raised in a house of pain
Storm clouds kept leaving rain
Needed my guardian angel
To protect me from the shame
I tried to hide from the hurricanes
Different names but they’re all the same
They wanted a taste
of the fortune and fame
Went down to the apothecary
Cuz I needed something to set me free
I tried everything they got
But there’s nothing there for me
My life’s a revolving door
Never enough, just a little more
Thought I was the star
Now I’m just keeping score
Went down to the apothecary
Cuz I needed something to set me free
I tried everything they got
But there’s nothing there for me
Hanging on by a shredded rope
Letting go of life’s empty tropes
Looking for a new view
With the help of a periscope
Went down to the apothecary
Cuz I needed something to set me free
I tried everything they got
But there’s nothing there for me
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2. |
You Want Me
03:24
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You want my money take it
It’s not mine and it’s not me
You want my job take it
It doesn’t define me
My house, my clothes, my car
haven’t gotten me that far
You want my life, take it
I ain’t no shooting star
You can't have me
These moments. That's what we get
These moments. Nothing to remember nothing to forget
These moments. Nothing more and nothing less
You want my flesh and bones
But they won’t help you see
This life you’ve concocted
your little fantasy
You say you want me
but that’ll never be
No one, no matter
even I can't have me
You can't have me
These moments. That's what we get
These moments. Nothing to remember nothing to forget
These moments. Nothing more and nothing less
I can feel your energy
As I patiently wait
You look in my eyes
Defenses slowly fade
Yeh, I want to hear
the questions you ask
The thoughts I share
Slowly wipe away your mask
You can't have me
These moments. That's what we get
These moments. Nothing to remember nothing to forget
These moments. Nothing more and nothing less
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3. |
Voice in My Head
04:19
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Let me introduce you to the voice in my head
He’s the life of the party, you’ll take him instead
He knows my emotions often go misread
He’s used to dealing with my feelings of dread
He knows my tendency to get too far spread
Plenty of days he’d rather lie around in bed
He’s helping me with fears I need to shed
He feeding an ego that can’t be fed
The voice in my head is alive and well
I keep telling it to go to hell
It’s littered with promises, and pennies in a wishing well
It’s got no one to kiss and no one to tell
The voice in my head
I remember meeting him when I was a teen
He could never understand why the kids were so mean
He was jealous of the boys that were skinny and lean
He had crushes on Amy Lisa and Eileen
He always felt like he didn’t belong
He wanted me to do right and then do wrong
He knows we are all just little pawns
That’s why he wants to get up and be gone
The voice in my head is alive and well
I keep telling it to go to hell
It’s littered with promises, and pennies in a wishing well
It’s got no one to kiss and no one to tell
The voice in my head
He likes to sit in silence and waste time
He’s mesmerized by rhythms and rhymes
He’s aching to let his light shine
And live life outside the lines
He wants me to drop the act and be his truth
He’s hoping he can get the same from you
He knows it’s not what we normally do
We can always hope for something new
The voice in my head is alive and well
I keep telling it to go to hell
It’s littered with promises, and pennies in a wishing well
It’s got no one to kiss and no one to tell
The voice in my head
Not into ambition, or trying to win the war
Finds most of this life to be quite a bore
He wishes we’d all relax and quit keeping score
He doesn’t want any of this anymore
The voice in my head is alive and well
I keep telling it to go to hell
It’s littered with promises, and pennies in a wishing well
It’s got no one to kiss and no one to tell
The voice in my head
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4. |
Train to Nowhere
03:48
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It was nothing more than a petty crime
I was having fun, passing time
I cut a deal to pay a fine
But the judge said get back in line
Life is like a cell block
the walls keep closing in
Trying to find a way to escape
but the opening feels razor thin
I'm on a train to nowhere
So there’s no getting lost
Faster than a speeding bullet
So there’s no getting off
I’ve been going from town to town
The jobs don’t cover the bills
Trading my time for a couple of bucks
Ain’t the booze, it’s the boredom that kills
Looking out my window
It's cold and dark as night
My mind keeps wandering
And my body is ready to fight
I'm on a train to nowhere
So there’s no getting lost
Faster than a speeding bullet
So there’s no getting off
I’ve run out of gas
Been living on fumes
There aren’t enough lines
To fill in what my fears consume
The belt’s wrapped tight
Whiplash baked my brain
Lost the key to set me free
So I jumped back on that train
I'm on a train to nowhere
So there’s no getting lost
Faster than a speeding bullet
So there’s no getting off
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5. |
Way It Goes
03:08
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I will let you down
And screw you up
I will bring you joy
Not nearly enough
I will come around
Leave again
won’t bother talkin’
or rememberin’
That’s the way it goes with me
I’ll drive you up and down a tree
You can try and cut me down
But my feet are firmly planted
on the ground
I’ll inspire you
To greater heights
I’ll encourage you
Not to fight
Frustrate you
Can’t pin me down
Think you got me
I’m skipping town
That’s the way it goes with me
I’ll drive you up and down a tree
You can try and cut me down
But my feet are firmly planted
on the ground
I will tear
At your heartstrings
I won’t offer
Any diamond rings
If you’re looking
For a guarantee
It’s best you go on
Without me
That’s the way it goes with me
I’ll drive you up and down a tree
You can try and cut me down
But my feet are firmly planted
on the ground
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Nicholas Graham Hall
Songwriting provides an opportunity for me to tell a story in a couple of hundred words and a few chords. Words deliver the message I want to share and music delivers the mood. Most of my songs are autobiographical in nature but I have also begun to find imaginary personas, enabling me to share feelings, thoughts, and ideas that I can imagine but have not yet experienced. ... more
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