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Fire My Gun
03:01
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Fire My Gun:
I don’t want to fire my gun
I don’t want to load and fire my gun You can run, you can put your hands up I don’t want to load and fire my gun
That’s alright if you put a little stank on it
Run wild shoot the sh*t, you a bad mama
Three weeks been waiting this whole thing out, nowadays she only calls when she need something.
I waited ‘til the moon got low
Then I waited for the whole damn sun to rise
I waited ‘til the moon got low, on and on and on and on it goes
I don’t want to fire my gun
I don’t want to load and fire my gun You can run, you can put your hands up I don’t want to load and fire my gun
Those deep blue skies, we’re swimming in ‘em.
Deep dark black holes, we’re spinning ‘em
Those creeps still waiting this whole thing out, nowadays she only cries when she needs something.
I waited ‘til the moon got low
Then I waited for the whole damn sun to rise Then I waited ‘til the moon got low
On and on and on and on it goes
I don’t want to fire my gun
I don’t want to load and fire my gun You can run, you can put your hands up I don’t want to load and fire my gun
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Strange Ways
03:40
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Strange Ways:
Driving home under Monday's Moon
Straight into traffic, she told me to walk back Woke Wednesday morning to the thought of you Feeling useless, maybe Friday she'll call back
She likes to dig up the dirt in my diary
Drag my name through the mud then lay down beside me That's a strange way of showing your love but I’ll do it again
She likes to watch the sun go down out over the harbour fine wine and sports cars
Still wondering if I’m going to see you soon
What do you want me to do babe, what do I gotta do babe?
She likes to dig up the dirt in my diary
Drag my name through the mud then lay down beside me That's a strange way of showing your love but I’ll do it again
Holy water, been praying in the dark
Wishing on a candle, throwing pennies in a pond I'm beginning to think that all my luck is gone
She likes to dig up the dirt in my diary
Drag my name through the mud then lay down beside me That's a strange way of showing your love but I’ll do it again
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Shadows
03:18
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Shadows:
Shadows, you’re nothing but a villain to me
My heart beats like the engine in an old machine A part of me now but I’m desperate defeat Those shadows
I want to put it behind us Want to pull down the blinders
Breathe it in like virus
Break it down to a science
I want to play it like a sad, sad song
Want to ride it ‘til the wheels come off
I want to hold it in my hands then set it free
Shadows, you’re nothing but a villain to me
My heart beats like the engine in an old machine A part of me now but I’m desperate defeat Those shadows
I see it when I close my eyes
It’s never really satisfied
I hear it all night trying to knock knock knock down the door I want to take it for a long, long drive
Want to talk it ‘til the daisies rise
I want to hold it in my hand then set it free
Shadows, you’re nothing but a villain to me
My heart beats like the engine in an old machine A part of me now but I’m desperate defeat Those shadows
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Sometimes...
04:31
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Sometimes...:
Sometimes you see things you don't want to
Every now and then you have to
Have you seen a soul and body separate?
In the madness of that moment there's an ever peaceful silence then a baby comes a screaming taking its place
The hardest part of living is letting a loved one go
The ever lingering sadness and lump in your throat
In this life we're given there's only one thing that we know for sure And I don't want to die without doing some good.
She said the dead they walk beside us
it's just our confines that divide us
And I don't need religion or reason to sit down and pray
They're on the corner, on the barstool at their funeral sitting behind you Their presence can be felt in so many ways
The hardest part of living is letting a loved one go The ever lingering sadness and lump in your throat
In this life we're given there's only one thing that we know for sure And I don't want to die without doing some good.
I had you travelling, there was mail
You opened it up in a hurry
I knew right away from the look that was on your face
I tried to hold you like a mother would, I held you tight and absorbed your tears I still tremble each time his name comes out of your mouth.
The hardest part of living is letting a loved one go
The ever lingering sadness and lump in your throat
In this life we're given there's only one thing that we know for sure And I don't want to die without doing some good.
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Don't Forget My Cigarette's:
Still filling in the empty spaces
Still wondering what to make of all this
This isn't what was advertised, surprise, you're a certified survivor
I've always been a lucky man
But couldn't see it for a new day rising
Couldn't see it through my idealizing
Ignored the only thing that matters
Brush your teeth, comb your hair Get there safe be aware
Darling don't forget my Cigarettes
I was always just a step behind it Only living about half the time
But death's become a friend of mine Another foot up on the latter
I'm sorry if i've been obtuse
Forty years is a lot to lose
Darling don't forget my Cigarettes
I don't want you to live in fear
But I might not be around next year Darling don't forget my cigarettes
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Poor Dad
06:20
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Poor Dad:
I been running up the midnight hours turned in another kill me Sunday
they say that shit will leave you lonely own brother 'd be ashamed to know me I don't want to be a deadbeat father
my picture hung as a grim reminder poor dad needs a holy rollin’, a holy roll
Two Advil and a diet soda
six hours since the savage sun rose
one more and she'll be my baby's mama another twenty to resolve the drama poor dad needs a holy rollin’, holy roll
I wish i could turn back the time
I been living like a northern ghost settled no heat on the east or the west coast nothing beautiful to light the fire nothing elegant to be admired everybody here wears the same things everybody here talks the same ways poor dad needs a holy rollin’, holy roll
No sleep, bad dreams and hard luck
face facts, strike a match, watch it light up Throwing punches like a ten foot fighter
used to be light on my feet but now I’m lighter
A whole generation pushed against the ropes
But those pure brown eyes give me high hopes
life's gonna have you going down some steep slopes your loved no matter how the rock rolls
My daughter's a kung fu fighter
My son's going to tame that tiger Your dad was a bird on a wire
Just another long shadow in the fire
I don't know if I’m coming or I’m going
or if I’m leaving on the next plane out of the country everywhere I’ve been, I just listen to the wind
and it pulls me around like a feather in the brim of my hat
Light up
Watch it light up Watch it light up
No no you can't give up
People change and I have no idea what I’m looking at yet
go walk the wire, take a ride alone, lose yourself, learn a lot along the way I think I’m going to let your love in
see that I kind of let my guard down
yeah I’m changing every day, what you looking at
People change, they kind of find a way to slither through the cracks I can change, I can turn before I die a self inflicted heart attack. Faith, it's a loaded word but I’d oblige if it means a holiday
people change
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Jeff Beadle Welland, Ontario
Jeff Beadle is an indie artist from Welland, ON.
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