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I Would (Live)
04:25
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some people call me selfish, some people call me vain.
some people call me shallow, but if i could make a change...
you know i would. you know i would.
if i could trade her daunting beauty, if i could trade her perfect smile...
if i could trade the way her curves roll on for country miles...
you know i would. you know i would.
for someone who wants to hold me down...
for someone who gets sad when i go out...
if i could trade the things i love about her now for someone to love me back...you know i would.
some people call me childish, some people think me insane.
some people think i'm naive, but if i could make a change...
you know i would. you know i would.
if i could trade these dancing fingers and put a cork inside my head,
if i could pawn all these guitars and leave the songs inside me dead...
you know i would. you know i would.
for someone who wants to hold me down...
for someone who gets sad when i go out...
if i could trade the things i love about me now for someone to love me back...you know i would.
the girl's my one and only and this guitar is all that i am.
she holds that fact like a loaded gun.
if i could trade all that i am for one bullet from her hand...
you know i would. you know i would.
for someone who wants to hold me down...
for someone who gets sad when i go out...
if i could trade the things i love about me now for someone to love me back...you know i would.
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Banter
01:24
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my fingers waltz to the beat of sporadic drumming,
my monsters dance.
you lead this parade along like a seasoned major,
i'm happenstance.
as the city sways to your beat and the streets fill up with marching feet...
i'm wandering lost in sound. i'm wandering lost in sound.
the coast is on my bad side and the good life won't take my calls.
this bottle at my bedside says "God still hates us all."
i'm living proof of man as a broken creature,
you're heaven sent.
when you're gone, i can't spawn or conjure words of reason...
i'm not worth the scotch i spend.
as my body sways to her beat and my doorway fills with your leaving feet...
i'm wandering lost in sound. i'm wandering lost in sound.
the coast is on my bad side and the good life won't take my calls.
this bottle at my bedside says "God still hates us all."
heaven is a getaway car and baby's got the keys.
heaven is a getaway car...
my fingers waltz to the beat of sporadic drumming.
my monsters dance.
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Banter
00:28
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Never Get Lost (Live)
04:18
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my queen, she don't wander too far from her throne.
she don't follow this jester where ever i roam.
pictures like postcards from the places i've been -
the city of apples and angels and sin.
i swear, girl, i won't be too long.
i know right where i belong.
everything changes and nothing is free.
buy me some time and i swear that i'll be a man who knows better and stays truer than the boy i have been.
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost again.
i ain't never been perfect, i won't get that way soon.
just under the surface, my heart beats for you.
i swear i'll send pictures from the places i've been and wish that your smile was right next to my grin.
i swear, girl, i won't be too long.
i know right where i belong.
everything changes and nothing is free.
buy me some time and i swear that i'll be a man who knows better and stays truer than the boy i have been.
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost again.
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost again.
girl, i won't be too long.
i know right where i belong.
everything changes and nothing is free.
buy me some time and i swear that i'll be a man who knows better and stays truer than the boy i have been.
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost...
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost...
build a house, make a home and i'll never get lost again.
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Banter
00:50
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i was born under cover of cold...
somewhere safe to be sorry and bold.
i was told that this chip on my shoulder was a badge of honor beholden to none of my peers.
their deaf ears, grinding fears...make sharp shears.
this black sheep's mother weeps oceans deep.
wouldn't you know, it'd float off in the gulf?
the poet, the prophet, the wolf.
we're all searching for shelter from storm...
somewhere safe to be sorry and warm.
we're all told that these burdens we carry will be much less heavy when married, so we want what we're shown.
our deaf ears, grinding fears...make sharp shears.
this black sheep's mother weeps oceans deep.
wouldn't you know, it'd float off in the gulf?
the poet, the prophet, the wolf.
wouldn't you know, it'd float off in the gulf?
the poet, the prophet, the wolf.
mother mary, round and full of faith, rolled off the wall and down from grace.
all of the king's own men were indisposed trying to put the whole world back together again.
so she bled.
so she bled.
their deaf ears, grinding fears...make sharp shears.
this black sheep's mother weeps oceans deep.
wouldn't you know, it'd float off in the gulf?
the poet, the prophet, the wolf.
wouldn't you know, it'd float off in the gulf?
the poet, the prophet, the wolf.
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Banter
01:00
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everybody's got a definition of love.
everybody's got a better world they're dreaming of.
i'm just floating 'round like a lonesome dove,
trying to find a reason to fight come push or shove.
i am but an honest man now.
i've got but a simple plan how to be.
the world's grown grayer by the hour.
folks drowned down to their graves by a simple summer shower, and there ain't nothin' brave or natural now.
this ain't a war - it's a way with words.
we're makin' bombs and flares from glares and birds.
everybody's got a definition of right.
everybody's bound to get lost in the middle of the night.
i'm just floating 'round like a candle light...
trying to find a reason not to start this fire.
i am tired of waiting my turn.
i've got but a simple plan how to burn.
the world's grown grayer by the hour.
folks drowned down to their graves by a simple summer shower, and there ain't nothin' brave or natural now.
this ain't a war - it's a way with words.
we're makin' bombs and flares from glares and birds.
i ain't feelin' safer if i ain't free.
there ain't no mouthpiece for guys like me.
they say "someone'll come along and make it right as rain."
so they keep trading blue skies for hurricanes.
the world's grown grayer by the hour.
folks drowned down to their graves by a simple summer shower, and there ain't nothin' brave or natural now.
this ain't a war - it's a way with words.
we're makin' bombs and flares from glares and birds.
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Banter
00:19
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i've got whiskey in my bloodline and no quittin' in my bones.
when i'm drunk, i've got a tongue'll make you wish for sticks and stones.
i ain't never been forgiven 'cause i ain't never been wrong.
if you don't believe me, well then, listen to this song.
take it with a shaker.
take it with a shaker.
i get high to keep me grounded, i get drunk to keep me sane.
i stay far away from heaven so the devil never learns my name.
i can smell a lie for miles, but the truth is hard to find.
i may not know much, but i know one thing's true in life -
take it with a shaker.
take it with a shaker.
things may seem so rough for you and for the ones you love.
one grain may not seem like enough.
our stars are wrought with faults, the advice ain't worth its' salt...
so take it with a shaker.
i keep time with my own heartbeat, and keep company with voices in my head.
when i'm dead i'll claw my way to heaven before the devil knows it.
i can smell a lie for miles, but the truth is hard to find.
i may not know much, but i know one thing's true in life -
take it with a shaker.
take it with a shaker.
things may seem so rough for you and for the ones you love.
one grain may not seem like enough.
our stars are wrought with faults, the advice ain't worth its' salt...
so take it with a shaker.
take it with a shaker.
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Banter
00:35
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if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that it's always behind you...
pressing you forward, remind you of the places you dreamed you would go.
when you were a child...
the things that you dreamed took you miles, to the end of the world - 'round and back again.
your heart made up for things you were lacking in.
you let your circumstance clip your wings right from the start.
i found every feather and stapled them back to your arms.
you were bound and determined to live every word Conor was singing in his signature slur.
it took my a while, but i finally learned to let go...and i want you to know...
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that it's always behind you...
pressing you forward, remind you of the places you dreamed you would see.
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that your back feel breeze.
it was too long ago to remember things just as they were.
if memory serves - indugle me, girl - you took my love and played fast with the word.
you let your circumstance clip our wings right from the start -
you were destined to tear me apart -
there's no way around it.
you were bound and determined to live every song you wouldn't let me play you.
you strung me along.
it took me a while but i finally learned to move on.
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that it's always behind you...
pressing you forward, remind you of the places you dreamed you would see.
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that your back feel breeze.
i don't have time for your daily life.
i sure don't give a damn who you date.
i'm not sure how much of this matters by now, but i just learned the anger's a waste.
so i'm moving on...
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that it's always behind you...
pressing you forward, remind you of the places you dreamed you would see.
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that it's always behind you...
pressing you forward, remind you of the places you dreamed you would go.
if the wind's at your shoulders, i pray that your face never know.
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Banter
01:12
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Lot (Live)
05:10
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hold me under - i want to see stars.
not this night sky's memory - but how they really are.
i'd rather suffocate than fail to appreciate your art.
the huddled masses may turn to fascists - they see green pastures across every line.
the huddled masses burn down to ashes or a pillar of salt...
i won't look behind.
eyes on the prize, face toward the light...
God, i miss my wife.
come to me - like a shallow dream.
arms open wide - i'll come inside and cease to breath.
i'd rather suffocate than fail to appreciate your love for me.
the huddled masses may turn to fascists - they see green pastures across every line.
the huddled masses burn down to ashes or a pillar of salt...
i won't look behind.
eyes on the prize, face toward the light...
pour me another glass - let me mourn the past - out here alone.
i feel her in my sleep. she comes and makes love to me.
she takes me home.
how much must one man give 'til you be pleased?
my name will come to die out here with me.
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Banter
01:01
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I Sleep Alright (Live)
04:03
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i don't wanna talk about the things i had to do without your love
to keep my sane, to keep me going...
but i was sick and damn tired of missin' you wanderin' like an apparition,
through the gray and lonely corridors of my torment.
if i fall inside the well of this bottle, you can bet with fingers raised to your God
it'll be your memory that's trippin' me in the first place.
i'll admit your potshots don't miss me when you smile and say "it looks like whiskey's your only friend."
johnnie walker does what johnnie walker says that he will do...
and that's more than i can say for you.
he may not love me and he may not hold me through the night...
but at least i sleep alright.
i don't wanna deal with the things i know i'd do to win back your love...
it drives me insane and makes me nauseous...
but when you packed your bags and you left me, you made damn sure no one else could bed me
without the thought of you drowning out my subconscious.
if i fall inside the well of this bottle, you can bet with fingers raised to your God
it'll be your memory that's trippin' me in the first place.
i'll admit your potshots don't miss me when you smile and say "it looks like whiskey's your only friend."
johnnie walker does what johnnie walker says that he will do...
and that's more than i can say for you.
he may not love me and he may not hold me through the night...
but at least i sleep alright.
you packed your bags and you left me a week ago this morning.
i'm drinking and wearing my sunday best.
johnnie walker does what johnnie walker says that he will do...
and that's more than i can say for you.
he may not love me and he may not hold me through the night...
but neither do you, so that's alright.
johnnie walker does what johnnie walker says that he will do...
and that's more than i can say for you.
he may not love me and he may not hold me through the night...
but at least i sleep alright...
...at least i sleep alright.
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Ryan M. Brewer Alexandria, Indiana
A singer/songwriter by trade, Ryan M. Brewer is more accurately described as a traveling musical storyteller. Having always placed the primary importance on lyricism, his songs tend to float effortlessly between genres...each one falling precisely where it needs to in order to most accurately tell the story. And that's all that matters - songs and stories. ... more
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