THE FEELING

There ain’t nothing to write home about theres no on in particular that’s making you move

On a Monday get together and by Friday you’ve already fallen out of the groove

I had to get lost in the night, had to give in to the feeling

I had to get lost in the feeling, had to give into the night

When somebody turn around and give you something to believe in you get something to prove

You gotta lay in on the line and hope it don’t get too heavy

He said “Mama, you’re the ground Im walking I don’t get a straight line if we aren’t going steady”

But I had to get lost in the night, had to give in to the feeling

I had to get lost in the feeling had to give in to the night

And I stole an ibuprofen from the bathroom ‘cause I needed it

I felt it already

//Chorus// It aint worth it, being hurt by loving isn’t worth it

Honey being hurt by love isn’t worth it, being hurt

‘Til you’re la-la-la-lost in the feeling

 Listen I don’t wanna argue, ‘cause I know that when we get there we get out of control

When I wanna say my part and then you take it all to heart and then we get on a roll

I wanna get lost in the night, gotta give in to the feeling

I wanna get lost in the feeling, wanna give in to the night

We keep working up to nothing I can feeling the closure coming up from deep in my soul

//Chorus//

So you think you finally found what you believe in, believe in, believe in but youre leaving

And there aint no way around it when you’re feeling, you’re feeling, you’re feeling what you’re feeling 

Isn’t worth it, being hurt by loving isn’t worth it, honey being hurt by love

 If I cant get with the two of us, what about the three of us when its me, myself and I?

 //Chorus x2//


FLESH & BONE

Today would have been the perfect day to go to the beach, Im on the sofa trying to get over a hate speech. We do not love ourselves the way the prophets teach.

Even Jesus kept his feelings like a lamp in the dark. Until he flipped the tables over up in the market.

Oh Mother, there are lamps but there are sparks.

//Chorus// But I need to know, I don’t need to be shown.

Ive gotta see it for myself, Ive gotta learn it on my own.

I need to know if I am flesh & bone, and am I still growing or full grown? Am I still growing, or full grown?

She’s coming up for the rising like the dark before dawn, she has come to a place and she feels like her love’s gone. She has come of an age and a line should be drawn.

He’s walking around in a tanktop getting caught in a bluff. Little boys do not cry, don’t you think that you’re got stuff?

Its real tough when your daddy don’t call you enough.

//Chorus//

//Bridge// Striking matches to watch ‘em burn in my childhood bedroom. Little time, little water and light, little seed. Every bud blooms. ( x 2 )

There are days I need to tell myself I’m doing alright. My inner child and my ego get caught up in a knife fight. I get nervous, and then I get out of sight.

Everybody I came up with says that I’m going too slow. But it’s cool though.

Cuz I can hear my people when I check out the show, and I feel real low.

//Chorus//


LIVING ROOM FLOOR

Woke up nearly 6 ‘o clock, it was our last day in Vermont, one of us was still missing.

Staying at Tommy’s place doing nothing but playing for no pay and anybody who wanted to listen.

Tommy had a buddy had turned twenty-one at midnight just a couple hours before.

I look to my left, seen him wake up laughing on a blanket on some bullshit, all alone on the living room floor.

I keep a portrait in my pocket of myself the year I got stung by that silly man.

You can se the first in my eyes as he fired off to no surprise, he didn’t come to give a damn.

And the bottle of merlot fell over when he got up to go and he finally slammed the door. Wait, what have we got left?

Seen it come up easy, blood and baking soda scrubbing at the rug on my living room floor.

//Bridge// I am in my own lane, I will not let myself down.

I am in my own lane, I am my own house ( x 4)

When that old man come to visit he said ‘Is it ever tough to look back? Does it get too loud?’

‘Do you ever wish you could have done the things you never done? Are you sentimental mama, are you proud?’

‘And you didnt have to order out for me, I know it’s something that you can’t afford. Have you got any left?’

I tell him ‘babe I made this, with my own hands, aint it something?’

Sitting cross-legged, because we haven’t got a table yet.

Saving up, gonna get a few chairs, gonna get a whole set.

I’ve got my bed and my closet and a living room floor.

GOOD LIFE

The moon has never been so close before, I could just reach out I could take it, take a bite of it and save it

He’s talking ‘bout some stupid sneakers he wore he said ‘I get ‘em where they make it. Aint no middle man to fake it”

 //Pre-Chorus// Couple weeks I could feel it coming, couple ays I could hear the drumming

A tin of mints, pack of gum and were freshening up as the mornings coming

Bittersweet, for the most part bitter, its one part sweet and its two parts bitter

Its one part sweet, I think its one part sweet, and its two parts bitter

 //Chorus// I got a taste of the good life in the middle of the night

It was about four o’ clock on a Friday, as in four AM on a Saturday

And I got a taste of the good life, I was feeling alright

I was in the backseat, it was a long day, I was in a taxi on the Cross Island Parkway

It’s the kind of thing where you can’t never be sure if its for worse or it’s for better, and it aint no laughing matter

Hes been keeping calm, collected, I’m insecure

It doesn’t matter where he bought it, all that matters is he got it

 //Pre-Chorus// //Chorus// //Sax solo// //Pre-chorus//

I got a taste of the good life in the middle of the night

It was about four o’ clock on a Friday, no wait, it was too early, guess it was Saturday

And I got a taste of the good life, I was feeling alright

I was in the backseat, it was a long day, I was in a taxi on the Cross Island Parkway


KICK IT TO ME

I know we used to have a lot of bad days

My stomach got to hurting in the worst way, singing the blues

All on my own in a dark room, nobody there, all on my own in a dark room.

Nowadays we got a lot of good news. You finally kicked the cigarettes I aint been singing the blues nearly as much

Since I been living with you, love me too much. I say -

//Hook// Kick it to me I could make it better for ya, kick it to me I could make you better for it. ( x 4 )

I know we didn’t think that it would turn out, you start it off too quick you’re gonna burn out.

Turn in, send her home when the night comes. Let her go, send her home when the night comes

Nowadays were headed to the same place, nowadays were working at the same pace

Im still here still bright when the night comes, still burning, still bright when the night comes.

//Hook//

//Chorus// I didn’t feel it on the first day, and now I got it in the worst way.

Don’t it feel alright? I got it bad and it gets better every day.

I didn’t think it was a good look, you got too worried how it could look.

And don’t it feel okay? I got it bad and it gets better every day.

//Bridge// If I open the gates and I let it in the light, you’re gonna get all of me or none at all, you’re gonna get all of me or none at all

And if walking away aint letting you go, you’re gonna get all of me or none at all,

You’re gonna get all of me or none at all.

//Chorus//


TALK IT UP

Smokey walls, dusty halls, no one calls and all the window plants are dying.

She’d talk it up, half empty cup, half hearted love, half of the time half way through crying.

She don’t live her by herself sleeping in the bed shes made,  reading books about self-help, working late on Saturdays, unless she got something at stake.

For heaven’s sake, keep him awake, make no mistake he’ll break down daily with no warning.

20 years old, do as you’re told, get bought and sold. Its cold this early in the morning.

But hes living on 10th street, getting home right around dawn. Every night of every week, proving everybody wrong. Any day now, wont be long. Listen I say…

//Chorus// Don’t you stop it now. Give ‘em all what they came here for.

Never been done the same before. Talk it up ‘till your face gets sore.

Don’t you stop it now, half a mile and we’ll see the shore. Captain, how can you be so sure? Talking up what I came here for.

 I’ve been holding my own, my rag and bone, lock up alone and I don’t  forget to double check it.

Learn to rely on me and I, straighten my tie, lace my own boots zip my own jacket.

See I did the best I could and get taken down again. I got fire in my blood, I got sugar on my skin. I’ve got nowhere to begin. Listen I say…

//Chorus//

See you get what you put in, and you cannot get upset if you’re just dipping your foot in, because you don’t want to get wet. And you aint made it big yet.

//Chorus// ( x 2 )


AFTERGLOW

There he is, the dream boy. Sitting all cliche-like. Swearing to God it isn’t all in his head, he said

‘I am the stuff of Heaven. I dont believe in Heaven, aint no way the best of life comes after you’re dead. Aint no way the best of life comes after you’re dead.’

There he is,t eh father figure with the whole world in his hands, swearing he doesnt wanna go back in the day, he said

‘If I could do it over, I’d fnd the lover that I know was surely made for me we’d make ourselves a way. I know that she was made for me we’d make ourselves a way.’

Everything I forgot, comes around again. Like an afterthought, back of my mind and then you see ‘em in a crowd every now again.

Today I looked at myself and I didnt recognize myself, I didnt recognize my hands to be mine.

I felt a distant pulling, I heard a thousand voices telling me to go but not to leave them behind. Telling me to go but not to leave them behind.

Everything I forgot, comes around again. Like an afterthought, back of my mind and then you see ‘em in a crowd every now again.

Maybe I’ll never know where I was found again. Losing the afterglow, back of my mind and then I see ‘em in a crowd every now and again.

I can not change the way I can not change the things I want to ( x 3 )

It is the missing top step, stopping yourself from falling. Growing accustomed, struggling to come to grips.

Falling asleep in someone’s secondhand comfort like a wooly, flannel sweater and then suddenly it rips. You’ve still got her favorite bottle and you take a couple sips.

Everything I forgot, comes around again. Like an afterthought, back of my mind and then you see ‘em in a crowd every now again.

Maybe I’ll never know where I was found again. Losing the afterglow, back of my mind and then I see ‘em in a crowd every now and again.