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Your Name
07:18
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Your Name – words and music by Edward Hartline
When the walls of your love start to crumble
And you rest ‘neath blankets of debris and despise
When the clear violent sky is pulling you under
And you’re left with the fear in your eyes
When the smoke blocks the sun
When your cold heart is done
When you’re left in the past,
It will end in red, white and black.
When their souls cloud the sky
When your heart cries goodbye
When the world turns its face
It will end and I’ll remember your name.
When the world in your hands starts to shatter
And it burns at the touch of the night,
And the moon casts a glare on your surrender
And you’re left, and I’m left with the fear in your eyes
Oh, now what do you have to remember me by?
Oh, now what do you have to remember me, to remember me by?
When the smoke blocks the sun
When your cold heart is done
When the world turns its back
It will end in red, white and black.
When their souls cloud the sky
When your heart cries good night
When the world turns its face
It will end, it will end
And I’ll remember your name
And i'll remember your name
When the smoke blocks the sun
When your cold heart is done
When you’re lost with the past
It will end in red, white and black
When their souls crowd the sky
When your heart cries goodbye
When the world stands in place
It will end, it will end
It will end and I’ll remember your name
I’ll remember your name
I’ll remember this day
I’ll remember your name
I'll remember your name
I'll remember your name
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2. |
Gone Tonight
04:17
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Gone Tonight – words and music by Edward Hartline
There’s a sad old man by the edge of the road
With his final words on the tip of his tongue
So he knows what to say when he goes.
In the light of the night on the edge of the world
There’s a lonesome girl with the past in her hands
And the future is on her back, so she cries.
Oh, she cries.
Oh tonight, where the smiles don’t reach their eyes
Oh tonight, ‘cause their hearts are cold as ice
Oh tonight, they’re gone tonight.
There’s a little boy in the streetlights now
With his whole life ahead and the eyes of a king
But he’s tied down, searching for a short way out.
There’s a broken man with a crooked grin
His eyes are worn and his smile thin
Oh, he’s wishing he had reached the end,
The end of him.
Oh tonight, where the smiles don’t reach their eyes
Oh tonight, oh the hearts of shattered lives
Oh tonight, where the smiles don’t reach their minds
Oh tonight, they’re gone with their lives
And oh, tonight, they’re gone tonight.
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3. |
Born For Blues
03:20
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Born for Blues – words and music by Edward Hartline
Mama says I’m strong and bold
But the blues puts me in cruise control
The preacher says there’s something wrong with me.
And Daddy says I’m just like him
A chip off the block and a dime a dozen
But I know that’s not who I want to be.
The kids they say I’m wrong and rough
The teachers said they’ve had enough
But I know that there’s more of me to see.
But the crossroads of my ruthless life
Leave me sharper than a knife
Oh, I’m a lonesome boy and I’m born to run
You don’t know me, I ain’t your son
No, I’m not the boy washed down the drain
Here’s the man, the man that I became, yeah
And I’m born for blues.
Mama says I’m different now
I’m all grown up and I changed somehow
She don’t even want me in the house.
Daddy says I’m something new
With a boiling point and a temperature, too
He don’t even know what it’s about.
The kids are seeing something more
The teachers miss who I was before
And I know that I need to get on out.
But the crossroads of my ruthless life
Leave me sharper, they keep me sharp as a knife,
Oh, I’m a lonesome boy and I’m born to run
You don’t know me; I hate your son.
I’m not the boy washed down the drain.
Baby, here’s the man, the man that I became
And he’s born for blues, and he’s born for blues.
Oh, I’m born, and I’m born for blues
And I’m born for blues.
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4. |
Enough
05:54
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Enough - Words and Music by Edward Hartline
Girl, 'fore you lay down
I'm here again
the dark's on my pillow,
my only friend
Blow me a kiss, love
With your cold bedroom eyes
Open the window
I'm lonely outside
I hear him coming
So you're getting up
He's kissing your cheek now
Have you had enough?
'Cause I've had enough
I'm reading your lips now
I know that he will
I won't be here long
Since time's standing still
But, baby, he'll use you
and he'll throw you away
As he slaps the smile
Right off of your face
And I hear you running
So I'm getting up
He says that he's sorry, oh
But you ain't had enough
But you ain't
But I've had enough
But I've had enough
Girl, 'fore you let him
And trust him again
Oh, he's on my pillow,
So I'm coming in
Blow me a kiss love
Through the tears in your eyes
'Cause he's out the window now
He better stay outside
And I hear you screaming
'Cause he's not getting up
There's a bruise on your cheek love
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
'Cause I've had enough
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
'Cause I've had enough
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5. |
Morris Avenue
06:02
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Morris Avenue – words and music by Edward Hartline
There's that old train again
I always wondered where it went
It's trying to tell me something
It never makes no sense
All the nights that I was gone
When I was sitting here
The wrong side of the tracks
Never felt so near
I've been looking for something
Don't know what I'm waiting for
The devil's trying to tell me
Paradise is just next door
I've done my share of stealing
But I've lost so much to you
It takes my breath away
On Morris Avenue
There's that same sound again
I never questioned where it went
Till it told me something
Haven't heard it since
All the nights I was long gone
It kept me sitting here
The wrong side of the tracks
Seem to change each year
I'm still looking for something
I think I've had before
The devil's been trying to help me
Son, what are you waiting for
I've got no use in dreaming
My nights spent in the pews
Praying for that train
To Morris Avenue
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6. |
Adrenaline Blues
05:49
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Adrenaline Blues - words and music by Edward Hartline
Windows barred and shadow cast
You bolted every door.
You paint your lies a shade of white
So I don’t search no more.
Your eyes they take and break my soul
You hold me by the seams.
You’re ripping on the break of dawn
And stepping on my dreams.
Oh you take everything I had
You take everything I gave
But I love you more than anything.
The scent of bourbon coats your tongue
I taste your every word.
A midnight kiss as good as this
It brings me back for more.
The beating sound of adrenaline
It pulls you close to me.
You’re stretching out another night
Of you in my dreams.
And you take everything I have
And you break everything I gave
But I love you more than, than anything.
Ooh
You take, you take, you take, you take, you take, you take
You break, you break, you break, you break, you break my heart
You take, you take, you take, you take, you take, you take
You break, you break, you break, you break, you break my heart
Still I love you more
Yes, I love you more than anything.
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7. |
Gambling Man
04:52
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Gambling Man – words and music by Edward Hartline
It's all the same
Nobody ever cared to hear your name
To heal your heart
It's all a game
And who would ever try to take the blame
It's all your fault
I spent my days trying to pretend
That I have had the whole world in my hands
Another dollar bill could make amends
But a gambling man
Could sit upon his throne of untied ends
Just counting every day that he wins
But never try to look back at his plan
Well I'm a gambling man
Oh, I‘m a gambling man
It's just one night
A hundred dollar bill could make things right
Or would I pay
For just one more try
'Cause who could ever tell I'm not alright
Or would they say
I spend my days trying to pretend
That I have had the whole world in my hands
Another dollar bill could make amends
But a gambling man
Could sit upon his throne of untied ends
Just counting every dollar that he wins
But I’ve never tried to look back at this plan
‘Cause I’m a gambling man
Yes I’m a gambling man
And I spend my days trying to pretend
That I have had the whole world in my hands
Another dollar bill could make amends
For a gambling man
And I can sit upon this throne of untied ends
Just counting every day that I win
But I’ll never try to look back at this plan
‘Cause I’m a gambling man
Yes, I’m a gambling man
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8. |
You're To Blame
03:34
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You’re to Blame – words and music by Edward Hartline
Take a breath, 'cause I know now
It's never gonna be.
And I'm waiting on tomorrow,
When today is needing me,
I'm hanging up on a yesterday that screams.
I'm headed down into the shadows of my dreams.
I never knew 'til you, but now that I do,
I'm walking out.
I'm tired and done,
When the world's shutter closes,
I'll be gone,
From the picture, from the frame.
From the wall, with your name.
When the world, it sees you lonely,
You will play it off the same.
It'll know that you're to blame.
Take a step, 'cause I know that
There are bridges to be crossed.
And I'm waiting for tomorrow
'Cause yesterday is lost.
I'm holding on to the seconds as they swing.
I'm headed from tomorrow but it stings.
It's all the same to you
But now that I'm through,
I'm walking out.
I'm tired and done,
When the world's shutter closes,
I'll be gone,
From the picture, from the frame.
From the wall, with your name.
Oh, the world, it sees you lonely,
Yet you play it off the same.
It'll know that you're to blame.
I'm walking out.
I'm tired and done.
When the world's shutter's closing,
I'll be gone,
From the picture, from the frame,
From the sound of your name.
When the world, it sees you lonely,
You play it off the same.
It'll know that you're to blame.
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9. |
Table For Two
04:23
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Table for Two – words and music by Edward Hartline
The dusty silhouette
Of the morning to the west
But maybe I'm not ready to go
The fields of broken lights
Send these shivers down my spine
Another drink will send me out the door
Instead of counting shooting stars
I'm just sitting at the bar
Wasting all my wishes by the round
Another day is gone
And I'll only stay as strong
As long as my feet don't scratch the ground
That's when I saw her
I said, I couldn't help but notice
You ain't got no one here with you
I don't mean to intrude
But the table's meant for two
And I can tell there's no summer
Left inside your frozen eyes
And they’re locked to the color
Of the black fireflies
Out the window there's a man for you
But outside is all you see
Baby, take a look around
'Cause right now it's you and me
And I'm sure I don't deserve you
But I'd kill for a girl like you
She said, I only just got over
Another cold shoulder
That came round the bend like a train
She said, you don't know the meaning
Of love until you feel it
Running through your veins
I've been trying to count heads
Instead of caring what he said
But right now I'm only waging wars
But a battle with myself
It’s like a blow below the belt
‘Til just now, well, I was only facing scars
Until I saw you
I said, I don't even care
If you don't know my name
Your wedding dress is calling
And I'm falling for you, babe
So we can get up and just dance
Inside the light of our romance
We'll sing the night away
As if it were all just by chance
But it's fate now, my dear
It's really hard to take
I thought I drank out the rest for me
But I did it by mistake
So now, come on and show me
What a broken heart looks like
I think I know the feeling
But I don't think it's healing quite right
I know I don't deserve you
But I'm never gonna hurt you
I said, I know I don't deserve you
But this table here holds two
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10. |
Sinner's Blues
04:57
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Sinner’s Blues - words and music by Edward Hartline
Lord, send your darkest angel;
I think I may be sick.
I figured if I was dyin’ I would be feeling it.
But I don’t feel nothin’ at all.
No, I don’t feel nothin’ but Your call.
Lord, I know I ain’t been perfect
But it hurts to feel Your presence,
And a sinner’s got to gamble
To rot in prison or in heaven.
But I don’t feel any more.
No, I don’t feel nothin’ but You, Lord.
So, I just wonder where I’m gonna go,
Yes, I just wonder ‘cause I’m a dead, I’m a dead man, Lord.
And I don’t hear nothin’ at all.
No, I can’t hear nothin’ but Your call.
Lord, send my guardian angel
‘Cause I know now that I’m sick.
And I know that it’s too late for this sinner to quit.
But I can’t tell, no I can’t hardly breathe.
Lord, I can’t tell You take this breath out of me.
No, I can’t hear what I’ve got to lose.
I can’t hear nothin’;
Ain’t nothing there but You .
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11. |
Waffles At One
08:57
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Waffles at One – words and music by Edward Hartline
Her heart soars as she sews up the sky with a needle and a cloud
And in the day she’ll break away and surround, she’ll surround me
And if I’m dreaming don’t you say
‘Cause I wake up screaming anyway
If I fail before I wake
I pray the Lord my heart won’t break in two
Oh, from you
Oh, from you
Here’s to you
‘Cause I’ve got half a life to lead
Your face is there still haunting me
I see your smile in every frown
It’s the face of the girl that brought me, brought me down
Down to her grave
And I hear the sound
That keeps me crying her name
And it’s the sound of her name.
My heart soars high
She winds up the sky with a quick and twisting pull,
And in the day she’ll turn away and she’ll learn
Say if I’m dreaming; don’t you say
‘Cause I’ll wake up screaming anyway
And if I fail before I wake
I pray the Lord my heart don’t break in two
Oh from you
Oh from you
And to you
Here’s to you
‘Cause I’ve got half a life to lead
Your face is there, it’s taunting me
I see your smile in every frown
It’s the face of the girl that brought me back around
It’s the face of the girl that brought me, brought me down
Down to her grave
And I hear the sound
That keeps me crying her name
But it’s the sound of her name
And if I’m dreaming don’t say
‘Cause I wake up screaming every day
And if I’ve failed before I wake
I pray the Lord my heart won’t break in two
From you
And to you
Here’s to you
‘Cause I’ve got half a life to lead
Your face is there, it’s haunting, it’s taunting me
I see your smile in every frown
The face of the girl that brought me, brought me down
Down to her grave
I hear the sound
That keeps me crying her name
But it keeps me calling her name
But it’s the sound of her name
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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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