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by Randy Moser

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1.
No thousand watt stream, it’s not what we do Just you and me, across the room No big machine, it’s not what we do That is enough for me No harboring stages with grander views The message I’m conveying cannot fill up that room Just two people talking, just me and you That is enough for me The reason that I write this I may never know I hope they never play us on the radio No big dream, It’s not what we do That is enough for me
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Hemingway 02:10
I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave This way I can investigate I think it’d be cool to keep some remains So I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave I wonder what my brother would say I’d call and we’d leave in a day I84 to highway 93 Just five short hours away I hear my dad calling to me He’s just an old man in the sea “Hurry up now son, fish or cut bait” I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave I’m not sure he’d appreciate One more hand he’d have to shake Or one more small piece that the shotgun can’t take I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave
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Jesus walking on the water Jesus told me that I can Come on take my hand now peter It’s just like walking on dry land Some “Sunday kind of love” I turned out to be Just another leftover from Saturday The spray it hits me and I’m bout’ to flea Oh those waves crash over me Want tell her that I love her Want to take her by the hand One more step out in that water Gravity has lost a friend Monday evening and you lie awake Questioning ever better choice you made The heavy breathing makes you lie awake From some “Sunday kind of love”
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I must have wrote a hundred crying lines Slipped inside the recess of my trying mind I’m dressing up my feeling in a new shirt and tie I’m packing up my pain, I wear no alibis Tell everyone I see A new beginning Tell everybody “I’m winning” Pressed up against that ceiling Know that I’m doing “alright, alright, alright” I came out swinging, I recognize this feeling Baby you bet I’m believing Know that I’m doing just fine I cut my hair and shaved my former life To repair this broken heart I’m just not qualified Lord give me a new one that I can’t break this time Tell everyone I see A new beginning Tell everybody “I’m winning” Pressed up against that ceiling Know that I’m doing “alright, alright, alright” I came out swinging, I recognize this feeling Baby you bet I’m believing Know that I’m doing just fine
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Cheyenne 02:39
Two men are drinking coffee and talkin’ all about the country Mary’s in a corner booth, thinking about her next move Defensive hands between her thighs as if the AC’s on too high I ask her what she does for fun “lots of things but #1 is to leave Cheyenne” “I want you to leave Cheyenne” Waitress comes to fill her glass silent seconds like hours passing I ask her where she’d like to go Anywhere don’t you know that Tennessee it might be nice or California winter times Washington, Oregon, ocean, inland, rain or sun; Just leave Cheyenne I want you to leave her Cheyenne I hear the bell start to rattle The morning crowd starts to settle Can’t you see where we’ve end up I wish someone would interrupt She says, “if you love her so fiercely Then why are you still here with me” come on boy, come to your sense the gate is open, tear down those fences Leave Cheyenne
7.
She 03:02
May I stand like a lucent form of gypsum in your hands to define And I am carving To some unknown expectation So lost in admiration Somewhere outside of the mean “and I know she… loves me… Knows me after it all. Yes, I know she Loves me after it all” Still more demands me To be fractured into pieces Like stars hope increases And makes the heaven’s face so fine But, the moon he cries For he cannot understand The foolishness of men And her silence all this time “Still, I know she… loves me… Knows me after it all. Yes, I know she loves me after it all” Many man… Came here to love you but you say… Not a word I can say, what did they expect? They were carving without specs Forming without hands “Still, I know she… loves me… Knows me after it all. Yes, I know she loves me after it all”
8.
This Town 02:10
I want to live in a bigger town where nobody knows my name Live in the same house for 30 years and all that the neighbors would say He keeps quiet yes he keeps to himself, yes he seems to keep his yard clean I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me It’s like lightning here we pass it around and it always begins with our weight And how she can’t believe that she stays with him And how he can’t believe that she can’t believe that she stays Guess who’s daughter’s now on birth control Guess what, that’s more than I need to know I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me I want marry and together we can figure it out I want to know more about you and not who you know all about I want to live in a bigger town where nobody knows my name Walk down the street and avert your guess and know you’re not offending me He keeps quiet yes he keeps to himself, yes he seems to keep his yard clean I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me
9.
No good reason or explanation the phone and the TV kill my motivation Look around there’s lots of work to do, to leave this chair is awfully hard to do A good excuse I can provide, kick off my shoes and watch the day slide by Sometimes I don’t need the money Sometimes I do I love a women of ill repute she does what she does, and loves what she do I asked if one day she’d be my bride To tell the truth she just can’t decided Monogamy sounds so unnatural That type of love is just too contractual Sometimes she don’t need the money Sometimes she do Maybe I’m a bit too honest The Police reunion never sounded earnest That’s ok I’ll be there anyways Good music never had an expiration date I write songs and play music for you I love what I does and like what I do My pandering may not always inspire But we find our way until we’re old and retired Don’t preach to me about integrity when there’s a family and home and there are mouths to feed Sometimes I don’t need the money Sometimes I do
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Handwritten 03:16
You don’t ask me, how was my day And I don’t need to hear me complain Being quite for all these years Has always been in my best interest So if you come back and see that I am gone Just know my act it was deliberate And I’ll leave a leader though it’s not my style Somethings must be handwritten I go to work behind a desk The boss he says that It’s quite legal Still I knew just what it was I did The courts would find it quite different There must be someone somewhere seeing financial gain You and I we can’t make ends meet When people ask you what it was that I have done I just pulled a string and it all came undone
11.
It's a song about baseball! Bobby is referring to Bobby Cox.
12.
Lazarus 02:49
Lazarus came down just to meet me and the two of us sat down for an exclusive: He said, “I think they liked me better when I was dead” “They never stop by; they’re just too busy to find a way to make time But, you should have seen the way those tears rolled down the aisle And how they wished they had one more hour My wife said, “Boy, I will miss him… How I was a mountain of a man with sweat kisses And how I always understand” Now I just loaf around on Sundays I haven’t taken the trash out for days She says, “at least the life insurance could have paid for the car That money could have gone far” I’m sure see liked me better when I was dead It’s funny I guess, if we were given a second chance We’d likely blow it I guess, even dealt the same hand We rarely stick to our plans, though our intentions are best I could have left on a high, Now I’m just a player who is well past his prime Like a joke you have delivered 2 times I’m sure that it won’t land the last time I’m sure she liked me better when I was dead.”

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released February 7, 2016

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