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Addiction
03:44
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i found something bigger than myself
to be alone’s to be with somebody else
so i pull at the buckle of orion’s belt
just a sad cry for help in the end
i learned not to leave things unsaid
between broken ribs that won’t set
cheers to the memories i drank to forget
just a hungover bet i can't win
so heaven and hell mind your business
i'm burning up flags in the kitchen
there's no room in this ditch
for salvation to fit
it's just me and my old friend addiction
i found something worth living for
kick the bills back under the door
because the eyes that i see aren't mine anymore
pulled myself off the floor and stood up
i learned not to let myself out
but i bottled up my cracks anyhow
because if i were stronger than i am right now
i could let myself drown just enough
so heaven and hell mind your business
all of my circles are vicious
i'm still trapped in that bar
like a spider in a jar
just me and my old hard addiction
so heaven and hell mind your business
i finally made my decision
to be who i am
however much i can
and be more of a man than addiction
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2. |
Bluegrass
03:31
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so what's left of this runaway
straining my eyes in the bluegrass state
some day i'll be better than i was today
nothings new nothings different nothings changed
so where do i get my fire from
playing mercy with the gravel that this roads become
a pair of bloody knuckles and a jealous sun
that only warms my bones when they're sticking up
so tuck my heart back under your bed
like the tattoo of a hammer on the back of your head
before you grew out your hair and let it stay red
nothing new nothing different nothing left
so just tell me what i came to hear
you cleaned yourself up when i disappeared
and you're better off now without me around
and you hope i figure out what i'm still doing here
what'd you keep of your old man's estate
heard you sold off the land and the keys to the safe
bought yourself a house that doesn't feel like a grave
something new something different some things change
but where did you get your fire from
burning up bluegrass in a 10 gallon drum
you're sick of this town and the person i was
i used to be stubborn but now i won't give you up
so tuck my heart back under your bed
like the tattoo of the hammer on the back of your head
that your daddy said was reckless and he wanted me dead
nothing new nothing different nothing kept
so just tell me what i came to hear
you cleaned yourself up and it's been too many years
you're better off now without me around
but you hope i figure out what i'm still doing here
hope i figure out what i'm still doing here
so what's left of this runaway
drying my eyes in the bluegrass state
some day i'll be better than i was today
nothings new nothings different nothings changed
i just came here to see what you would say
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3. |
Coming Clean
04:55
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sometimes money burns like nothing
hurts like something that you’d say
a nightmare in the corner
of your head from day to day
collapsed into the river
when you told me it’s okay
i swore you off but couldn’t let you slip away
i fought fire with fire and change with cash
looking back i’m sure
that spending time believing
wishing wells were always pure
never saved me from my sickness
i just thought that i was cured
bending like the light down to your word
so what if i don’t wanna be so weak
so go on and tell me what you think
so you wanna live life like a dream
and hope you never wake up from your sleep
you wanna tear the curtains down and water the weeds
when this train finally reaches you i’m coming clean
sometimes people act like people
sometimes water turns to wine
sometimes things just don’t work out
but we’re too drunk to say we’re fine
a voicemail that i left you
when i couldnt find the time
to listen to your tears through all of mine
i chased light with dark and days with nights
so i wouldn’t feel a thing
and every morning press my bruises
just to linger on the sting
i don’t hate you but i hate that this is
how it has to be
knowing that your words still get to me
so what if i don’t wanna be so weak
so go on and tell me what you think
so you wanna live life like a dream
and hope you never wake up from your sleep
you wanna burn this whole world down and water the weeds
i’m coming as fast as i can and i’m coming clean
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4. |
Difference
03:50
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hurt me if you have to
say what you need to say
this heart ain't worth nothing
on its own anyway
break me down easy
or throw what's left in the fire
maybe that will
keep you warm for a while
you know i can't breathe with your arms around me
you know i just choke on the words in my throat
and the difference between where you are and where you're going
is that i won't be there anymore
wring me out and leave me
just say what you want to say
don't worry about my heart
there's nothing left to save
cut me down gently
or leave me up to dry
and treat memories like kindling
as you burn through mine
you know i can't breathe with your arms around me
you know i just choke on the words in my throat
and the difference between where you are and where you're going
is that i won't be there anymore
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5. |
Evergreen
03:59
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so what's the point in being evergreen
bodies break and they make new machines
can't keep up without amphetamine
a steady hand is a sawblade's enemy
you've trained yourself to know the signs
when outbound people make up their minds
speaking in tongues won't always rhyme
but you've gotta lick your own wounds sometimes
so where does the time go son
mornings go and mornings come
and who am i to tell you which way you should run
when digging this hole is all i've done
i'll be digging this hole until i'm done
so what's the point in coming down
evergreen hearts should stick around
popping balloons until your feet can't feel the ground
there's nobody at home waiting for you anyhow
you've taught yourself to get away
shooting blanks up the fire escape
lock the door and hide before you see your face
three flights down to end the chase
so where's the time go son
feelings go and feelings come
and who am i to tell you which ones you can't outrun
when digging this hole is all i've done
i'll be digging this hole until i'm done
so where'd the time go son
people go and people come
and who am i to say that you didn't have to run
when digging these graves is all i've done
i'll be digging this grave until i'm done
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Edward Hartline Lowell, Massachusetts
Edward has been writing songs since he was 11. He began performing professionally at 13 and went on his first national tour at 15. Edward has performed with many artists, including Shannon LaBrie, Bobby Long, Jess Meuse, Sam Bradley, Marcus Foster, and Von Grey. ... more
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