1. |
Part of Me
03:58
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i chose my wounds
and picked at my words
missed the forest for the trees
until i watched them all burn
they said they’d be right here
if i needed to talk
took one last drag
and walked right off
that’s a part of me
a part of me
daddy called the house
said we don’t see him enough
he had a stroke of genius
and he never got up
spent christmas eve
in a hotel bar
funny how sometimes
we forget who we are
that old part of me
it’s a part of me
now i don’t know if honesty’s enough
all of my loose ends are scared to touch
and calling back might hurt more than i’ve already hurt us
thats the part of me that i don’t trust
i cut my teeth
like they cut cocaine
watered down bottle
at the back of the train
overturned tables
and musical chairs
walls that don’t talk
to people that aren't there
is that a part of me
another part of me
doctor called the house
and no one picked up
left a message with the address
and said it’d mean so much
spent new year’s eve
in no rush to leave
my bruised knuckles threaded
through my daddy's ring
that’s a part of me
an unspoken part of me
now i don’t know if honesty’s enough
all of my loose ends im scared to touch
and showing my face now might just hurt more than silence does
that’s the part of me that i don’t trust
now i don’t know if honesty’s enough
all of my loose ends are scared to touch
the part of me that wants to leave this just the way it was
that’s the part of me that i don’t trust
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2. |
Quitting
04:24
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white light
on the edge of your seat
thread your poison fingers
right through me
white light
from the ceiling on the floor
wash your war paint off
outside the door
white light
why are you so cold all the time
you're not getting any sleep
interrupting mine
what we had was electric
but lightning don't strike twice
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting
and what i love about you best
was how you hushed the worst in me
i got to make believe that i
was good for something
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting
white light
there's nothing left to say
your poison spreads a little
everyday
white light
making shadows out of me
cast a glare on every part
you hate to see
white light
can't make out what you really are
but if i try to look away i know
ill have to finally face the dark
what we had was electric
but lightning don't strike twice
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting
and what i love about you best
was how you hushed the worst in me
i got to make believe that i
was good for something
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting
im not getting out of this bed
im quitting
im not losing anymore
im quitting
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3. |
Ready Set
03:57
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there's not enough room in this fountain of youth
to drown the both of us in the pennies we threw
we're just as alive as this county is dry
when we sneak in a bottle or two
i've got a car with a half tank of gas
we can take it to the edge of the street and go back
run home to cry cause we're no good at goodbyes
while we punch another pin in the map
so what if we can't make it out in one piece
and what if time ain't good to you and me
cause i can't see over this mountain trail of speed bumps yet
but someday i might leave you here to die with me instead
ready set go
ready set here i go
take me by the hand by the back of the throat
saying that you love me like you need me to know
you see in my face that im not up for the chase
im saving all my strength for the road
i've got a car with a bed in the back
we can sleep under the stars or we can polish off the jack
but you'll start missing mama before they realize that we're gone so
i'll just have to keep the wheels on the track
so what if we can't make it out in one piece
and what if this road ends with you and me
cause i can't see over the tree line that's killing this sunset
but someday i might leave you here to bury whatever's left
ready set go
ready set here i go
so what if we can't make it out in one piece
by now the map's more holes than it is streets
and i can't see over this little town we hate just yet
but tonight i think i'm gonna drive until the needle's in the red
ready set go
ready set let me go
ready set here i go
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4. |
Stray Dog
07:18
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you don’t even know what you’re doing to me
you’re talking me down from the side of the sink
i was punching through walls and drinking through beds
a stray dog can’t trust all the words that you said
you walked round the corner and sang me to sleep
and patched up the body i wanted to leave
i made up my mind and i made it again
who gave you the right to let yourself in
so cold cold woman what are you trying to do
you’ve taken from me all the things that i knew
you’re setting me straight and holding me up
telling me i could be more than enough
cold cold woman what are you trying to prove
that fixing is easy if that’s what i wanna do
that living is harder without you around
that i shouldn’t stand my ground
cold cold cold cold woman
you don’t even know what you’re having me do
spitting it out when i’m thinking of you
there’s nothing as cruel as the cage that i’m in
there’s nothing as pure as the light on your skin
you rounded my corners and softened my blows
and mended the things that i never knew broke
i made up my mind just to say that i can
what gives you the right to just keep coming in
cold cold woman what are you trying to do
you’ve taken me in so don’t let me run loose
you’re setting me straight and holding me up
and telling me i deserve more than enough
cold cold woman what are you trying to prove
that fixing is easy if that’s what i wanna do
that living without you would be impossible now
that i shouldn’t stand my ground
cold cold cold cold woman
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5. |
The Truth
02:52
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my hands are empty my visions red
those restless boys are playing dead
and the door to door preachers all say they've said enough
i stopped taking the high road and losing sleep
swore off dreaming in nosebleed seats
but below the belt felt way too cheap for some of us
and i don't think i'll ever find my proof
running out of words to keep from you
cutting off my branches and digging up the roots
i'm so mad i might just tell myself the truth
my head is spinning my fingers crossed
i'm grounding myself and getting lost
those just around the corners are 4-way stops these days
i tried to keep a distance but i got hurt
i couldn't recognize the flame when i returned
and though part of you went out i know a part of me will burn always
but i don't think you care about the proof
running out of ways to think of you
i'm just another dying tree you're name is carved into
i'm so mad i might just tell myself the truth
i don't think you'll ever take my proof
words don't have a way of keeping you
sharpening your axe and doing what you have to do
i'm so broken i might just tell myself the truth
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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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