Solitary Americana

by Barrett Brooks

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released February 11, 2015

all words and music by Barrett Brooks

recorded, mixed, and mastered at Sound Pure LLC, Durham, NC

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Track Name: Empty Crown
i feel like lava in a long shadowed mountain
churnin in the dark
appetite feeds but no thought breathes
which reads that i am the spark

i feel like a candle lit by the roadside
while headlights burn on by
to commemorate a life where only
one lives to see it die

waking up late workin nine days straight
takin out the cans and the trash
no money down on an empty crown
that aint gonna wait for the cash

got me a lucky horseshoe
ways that wont do
oh what id give to feel a little bit free
im a day late, a coin toss, a way to pay it all off away
from feelin' like me

i feel like an old fox in the city
that scrounges late at night
too seldom to hurt or to pity
as he walks in pale city light

i feel like the glow of a long gone star
a billion miles away in the sky
bright death hurtles from afar
proclaiming the reason why

staying up late workin nine days straight
takin out the cans and the trash
no money down on an empty crown
that aint gonna wait for the cash

got me a lucky horseshoe
ways that wont do
oh what id give to be a little bit free
im a day late, a coin toss, a way to pay it all off away
from feelin' like me
Track Name: Grip
mans gotta choose where to lay his guilt
dont grab a sword if its not by the hilt
a bodys move may not be man at all

handles meant for handless forms
stand in my deep forlorn
raised up by the blow of a fall

im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself

dreams are mean dreams are kind
i dont have a dream in mind
when i wake up next to you

let me get you water let me find your keys
i need to know what i need to do
to thank you

im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself

i saw robins land in a tree and wait
for the earth to open up its gates
waiting on a breeze so bright
silence leads what i cannot see
to familiar places unknown to me im following through the hours of night

im not slippin
im just slidin
think im holdin on
i know im tryin
i wouldnt ask no one else
its hard to get a grip on myself
Track Name: Gardening
sometimes you gotta work your garden
sometimes you gotta let it grow
theres a time to let things rise and a time to
cut em down low

fruit ripens and falls leaves drop one and all
and man you gotta let em go
cause you can savor a thing but to cling is a dream
that you hate and that youve had before

sometimes when you walk through your garden to see how things
are comin along
youre gonna hear a little songbird sing and youre gonna wanna
whistle that song
that little birdy is singing himself and you know he cant sing it wrong
you learn that lesson well im guessin your garden is comin in strong

be patient oh be wise
quit drinkin all those pesticides
somethins growin in your soul its gonna hurt
life aint nothin but sticks and dirt in your garden

some things move slow in your garden
some things move soon
anytime when things are movin just right wont last but for an afternoon
learn well how your garden moves pay heed to the sun and the moon
cause you can tend and reap but you cant control whether its rain or a monsoon

dont worry bout stayin in the lines
nothin works right in a nervous mind
mans got a soul that can unhinge
you be careful what you let come steppin in
your garden
Track Name: Preakness
my oh my how the nights go by
over kentucky gentleman and canada dry
i dont ask why
i dont ask why

ive been waiting on the call
ive been waiting on the word
but perhaps ive been beckoned and just
never heard

headlights taillights we all live like
parasites
and thats alright
thats alright

youre a boat on shiftin waters
youre a swellin in the wind
youre a bet at the racetrack
waitin for the race to begin

a river does not choose where it runs
a man does not choose his sons
but they have fun
they have fun

youre a prize horse in the stall
kickin at the men
your brain bleeds your mouth foams
ready to outrun them all
and not care who wins
Track Name: I Need to Think
id like to complain about this water
i can see right through it and things oughta
be the same
but they aint

get a degree and join the circus
theyll fit your suit but is it worth the time
it took to find

and we all feel the pain
of changing and still playin the same
strange game

that pretty girl in this ugly bar
sure is a looker but thats only lookin so far
as a fallin star

a waiting rooms got it magazines
to bleed the time slow in between the lines
we draw in our minds

and we all feel the pain
of waning wax wrapped around a flame
that bears your name

and the best ive ever known
have taught me to leave my home
my home
but i cant
i need to sit down
i need to think

used to have a feelin about a time
when i halfway lost my mind
never say youre leaving me behind

but wherever it is
my clock keeps tickin for the time being
everythings stickin in rhyme
i know i got mine

and we all feel the pain
of stitchin our own chains
and learnin who to blame
Track Name: 07/03/1990
cant see forward you cant turn back
are you lookin out at sea or down a long long track
spider spinnin webs well we weave too
you might catch somethin somethin might catch you

mind goes runnin
i just wave it by
when your mind stops movin
all it does is lie
i was born in july

i learned a lesson from a vine the other day
never leavin the ground but always crawlin away
sight without eyes sound without lips
form with no plan dance with no hips

and it wont know itself
it could never even try
but it brings out flowers before it dies
and it cant tell a lie

you can buy shoes for walkin but it the shoe dont fit
well it might feel like its time to sit
sometimes you make the world sometimes it makes you
the nights a starry stage the days a dirty zoo

and i sure feel like a bird
on a cloudy spring day
fallin asleep in the middle of may

and what will become of us
when the world runs out of fun and stuffs
our heads into the ground til we cant breathe
youve no excuse to live a way
that kills you every single day
you better pick flowers and plant seeds
pick flowers and plant seeds
before you leave
Track Name: Crawlin'
bitter cold in the sun
cant even speak your own name
purpose bubbles up from pain
bursts and sinks to where it came from
the worst some days is like soft mornin rain

some days i grow
some days i shrink
some nights my head starts to stink
some nights i wish i couldnt think
when im lost at sea in the kitchen sink

oceans risin
deep gettin deeper
you got a line try to reach her
you feel a tug row out to meet her
eyes and mouth say we are each others creature

tryna crawl
like a snake or a vine
we all reach the sun in our due time
you cant walk when youre on the line
leave your limb take your time