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The Rooster

by Paisley

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Cradle and ALL - Thoughts into the black of what we are I can't comment back if I can't come undone A satellite crash in my back yard A vision of love in the trunk of my car An uninvited reign has come here thus far Approaches the front door, a threat to what we are So drag the ball and chain to the top of the wall And down will come the cradle and all You've got your mother's smile and it's not your fault I sympathize, for so did I fall Swallow, light the match, and breathe lit fire We're either stuck in line, or lost in desire An underground campaign has learned of what we are And only knows our names, to try and sell our scars So grab the ball and chain. To the top of the wall! And down will come the cradle and all - Copyright 2012 BMI
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Again 04:05
Again- In this silly weather sits a cloud shaped brain I glanced into the mirror then I hear it start to rain and rain The rain could gather in my head and shed these thoughts and views but Clouds don’t match my boots in this weather Again, again, again In the middle of this rooms a crowded man who leaned into the picture but he fell into the frame No one noticed much his presence, nor much less his claim There’s no sound left to hear this man’s name Again, again, again In the feather coffin lies the face of you Who’s burning mask of laughter and of sorrow know the truth Of men and women young and old who all once were confused But now their love burns hot like embers Again, again, again Again, again, again -2012 copyright BMI
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Whistle Don't Mean Quit I’ve been working all lifelong did I ever let it in Take me to the river, Lord, and float me I been bleeding all my blood till there ain’t no red in it If I seem muddy wade to my chin in it If I seem muddy wade to my chin in it Hear them rolling all night long but the whistle don’t mean quit Dig my boots in black coal till I’m covered in it The whistle crying aloud don’t never mean quit Lord knows I’ve called his name in the middle of the night and the pouring rain When the blisters on my palms split in He ain’t gonna let me down Don’t rest them bones or set down just yet, if it ain’t gonna kill you then you’ll move instead The whistle crying aloud don’t never mean quit The whistle singing hard don’t never mean quit 2012 copyright - BMI
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Crosslines 02:40
Crosslines - And I don’t know if you heard me But did you read between all of my lines? And I don’t know what makes me need you Are we parallel, or will we cross lines? Do I get a second chance with you? But did I burn this bridge downright? Was I ever set on crossing your ocean? Or just dreaming of footsteps on water? And I don’t know if you heard me When I said all my goodbyes And I don’t know why I bothered to Speak again, that I loved you Copyright 2012 - BMI
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The Rooster 02:48
The Rooster - An open smile can let you in for awhile But the road I’ve traveled sets us off for miles Take this child something after all That can heal his wounds suffered after the fall Don’t run in line like they figured you would But with open sores throw them off of the trail Shotgun lines fully loaded I swear With nothing left to lose they stare at the rooster Copyright 2012 - BMI
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Laughing Days - Laughing days have left again, where could they have gone? Did someone send them on their way like a paper plane? And here I am as I was born and here I lie today With 40 lives beyond my time and nothing saved away So put me on a plane when I die So I can see the world as it flies Put me on a train when I die So I can see the world that I never knew Well I’ve learned my lessons oh so well, I know this much is true And no one here could recognize the times I’ve blindly moved When it flows it really flows and when it pours the rich look poor The look on their faces I can’t describe, they don’t relate with me, which is fine So put me on a plane when I die So I can see the world as it flies Put me on a train when I die So I can see the world that I never knew Common ground breaks by chance I can feel in my bones a compromise It only makes sense for once as it were It makes me lose my mind, makes me lose my mind, which is fine Copyright 2012 - BMI
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Wade-Giles 04:39
Wade-Giles - Bold, cold, rubber lover I’ve been made to feel this way again She’s got me crawling in my skin Just looking for a way out She leaves me for seven days Misleading me in several different ways And I just want to make up with her Old enough to give and young enough to fade In time we will live our lives this way How do we divide the stories from the lines? We’ll just have to try, Try, Try My lady let me down my lady let me go, I said my lady dropped me off in Mexico The stories still alright, the stories still in line We can drive back home, baby, in one night Said, old enough to give, and young enough to fake In time we will live out lives this way How do we divide the stories from the lines? We’ll just have to try Try, Try, Try, Try, Try, Try Bold, cold, rubber lover I’ve been made to feel this way again She’s got me crawling in my skin Just looking for a way out She leaves me for seven days Misleading me here in several different ways And I just want to make up, whoa with her Whoa, with her Copyright 2012 - BMI
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The Collective - Vertigo, ten years ago This equilibrium has got a mind of its own Tarragon, burns on and on The incense ash away, ash away The thirst runs through my body Like the long lit fuse burns to the dynamite The rose, magnetic, has her own thorns I’ve got a sand dune funnel hour glass Spilling time through my esophagus Gravity takes her children to their home Sun’s mirage, find paradise Dragged like a corpse on a rope so long Pull me up crawling for water This thirst inside won’t let me drown Every time I close my eyes they fuse their lids together Begging me for a life together Like pale blue, full moon wanes again All we need is time to dream within We dream the acceptance of the collective We dream the acceptance of the collective Every time I close my eyes they fuse their lids together Begging me for a life together Like pale blue, full moon wanes again All we need is time to dream within We dream the acceptance of the collective We dream the acceptance of the collective We dream the acceptance of the collective We dream the acceptance of the collective Copyright 2012 - BMI
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I'm Free 03:37
I'm Free - Give me life, or give me heaven Either way I'm free Mercy smiled at my doorstep Grace was always the key Dig me up or bury me Either way I'm in too deep Tear me out and hang me out to dry Either way I'm me I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm Free Copyright 2012 - BMI
10.
Coddington In Ballad - Monty was so young when Dad died, by eleven Mother followed behind When time came to do his part with all that he had lost he never lost heart So he swore to the oath and took to the sky, and he gave it all that he got June 7th 19 four four, his squadron fell victim to the war When the plane crashed down, onto French grounds, his body they never had found Sun shone to the prairie unscathed, six decades had past plus six years had they lain The pilot and P-38 pieced together fit the puzzle they’d made Tears never shed from his serviced crown, and was never paid tribute till now Lay another rose in the ground with eyes fixed over the clouds And pray with right hand placed over heart for the man that we never forgot Copyright 2012 - BMI
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Tree of Mortal Vines Asleep beneath the leaves of mortal vines Planted by the creek where old tombs lie Across the muddy waves, the boarders line Across the deck of Old Plum Lake He lost his way before all the funerals And many moons before the rivers growth He fell between the days before the lines When they planted deep the seed of mortal vines The clouds hid it all but nothing would hide its vines Between the roots entwined under the tree of mortal vines The flowers never bloomed in pink or red, But 27 shades of black instead If you don’t take off your shoes at night it’s said The tree of mortal vines may curse you Its true there’s never been a sight such as this before Both leaf and vine owned a dreaming man Still trapped inside from a million years ago Or so the legend grows The clouds hid it all while someone slept inside Between the roots entwined under the tree of mortal vines The tree of mortal vines The tree of mortal vines Copyright 2012 - BMI
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As a Girl 03:33
As a Girl - Through the window I see her stare At a place on the floor she fell as a girl So much heartache so much heartbreak In a room she remembers her live as a girl Horoscope reads: “Pay attention to the men in your life that you’ve let walk out the door. You’ve either let them go or you gave them too much space. See, one lives in fortune while one lies in vane” I don’t want to live this way now Cause I’m sick of hearing this sound I don’t want to dig myself out There’s nowhere left to go but down Through the window I see her stare at a place on the floor that she fell as a girl So much heartache so much heartbreak in a room she remembers her life as a girl I don’t want to live this way now Cause I’m sick of hearing this sound I don’t want to dig myself out There’s nowhere left to go in this town Coperight 2012 - BMI
13.
The Fire 06:17
The Fire - The soles of her feet grew tired The crown of his thorn she retired The soft of her neck was rubbed dry From the cloth that wore bare untied Softly I stand beside her So sweetly she says, she knows But when the winds of doubt blow beside her She feels no pain but she goes Softly I stand beside her So sweetly she says, she knows But when the winds of doubt blow beside her She feels no pain but she goes I feel so alive I head for the fire I can’t be denied Awake now from the cold Softly I stand beside her So sweetly she says, she knows But when the winds of doubt blow beside her She feels no pain but she goes She feels no pain but she goes She feels no pain but she goes Feels no pain but she goes Copyright 2012 - BMI

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released October 27, 2012

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Paisley California

Paisley is an American vocalist / songwritter specializing in the fusion of Folk, Alternative, and Soul music.

Paisley has a distinctive copper-mouthed vocal style. His use of raw, single-take recordings allows for an accurate recreation of how he sounds live.

Paisley's projects offer an impressive array of melody and innovative lyrical imagery for his listeners.
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