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Back To The Races
My youth was a mess
Every day was a test
And I'd fail like a fool
Who'd just daydream in school
And now that I’m old
I look back on my past
Just me and my dad
Makin’ the best with what we had
Our two legs in one sack
We tried to sync up like that
But we’d mostly fall flat on our faces
Then go back back back to the races.
In a three legged race
The winner takes all
And the losers are left
With a sack made of burlap
There’s no time to nap
So condition yourself
And if you win you can fight
As to which one of you,
gets the prize
But dad and I…
We…… were one
Close peas in our pod
Who had gotten the nod
From the god
of good losers
And went back back back to the races
Now dad is long gone
And with the two legs I’m on
I’ve got to find me a way
To go alone in this race
I’ve gone from kickin’ a can
To so close to the bucket
T
hat I look back on this life
And I just say AHHH …………. I know this place
As I go back, back, back to the races
I go I go
Back back back to the races
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Your Reflection Will Kill You
Your reflection will kill you
Knock you right off your feet
You might see the light
But the light
Might bring Dis-ease
Dis-ease in your sunshine
Dis-ease in your head
Un-easy does it, don’t reflect
Yourself
So dead
Don’t make that face
As you look like your dad
On his lesser days
When he was nothing but angry
Your repeated story
Gets old and worn
It’s faded glory
And it will never be born again
It will never be born again
And it will never be born again
And it will never be born again
Your reflection will kill you (X3)
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That Sorry Guy From West Virginia
Whoever said “beauty is in everything”
Whoever said “beauty is in truth"
Lied like some ugly rug
Who had some dirt or nasty bug to cover up
Cover up
There once was this guy from West Virginia
Who looked a lot like a younger version of me
He did some things that should stay hidden
He did so many things, his kids should never see
Never see
And if he ever crossed your path
If he’s ever done you some sort of wrong
There’s a good chance he’s just forgotten
As the wrong stuff was done to you, so long, ago
Long ago long ago long ago
Boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo
So I’ve heard it from a pretty reliable source
That he is on his last leg
And if he had enough life in him
He’d-say I’m sorry ‘n you’d not even have to ask, or beg
Ask or beg...
So believe me when I tell you
That he has sent me here in his stead
To message you in person
To convey, the regret, in his heart and in his head
To message you in person
And convey, the regret, in his heart and in his head
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Don’t Water My Whiskey Down
Todd Burge
I’ve told my kids the story
Of my family history
Now I’ll never get back
What they once thought of me
Up to now it’s all
been made up make believe
That I’ve told so many times
I’ve started to believe (it too)
So don’t, water my whiskey down
Freedom is a hoax
It rode here on a boat
Like a huddled-up mass
That screwed up the winning pass
In the championship game
Where no one knows your name
But aren’t we all to blame
As we all called the play
So, don’t, water my whiskey down
If whiskey was a river
And I was a duck
I’d sink down to the bottom
And never come back up
I’d swim with the fishes
Way too wasted to speak
And tell them all my secrets
Let my soul spring a leak
So, don’t, water my whiskey down
Way up in the hills
Where I come from
There’s fire in the water
That’ll keep you feelin’ dumb
Stop all the thinkin’
And keep ya feelin’ sick
Place you in a stink
That you’ll never think straight in again…
Don't water my whiskey down
By Todd Burge
(C)Bunj Jam BMI
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Comic Book Sleeve
03:44
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Comic Book Sleeve by Todd Burge
So you say you read my memoir
That I have yet to write down
About the tragic life
Of a wannabee clown
Wanted to be funny
And have the crowd laugh with me
Instead of looking in the stands
While they point and laugh at me
Please judge me
By my cover
But love me from the inside out
Of my mind
My book draws a blank
Almost each and every day
I tried to take a pen
And write about a certain day
Way back when we were kids
And I got the best of you……
Got the worst of me
And at that second we were through
You can judge me…..
So let’s draw some conclusions
As this all needs an end
It seems that all is broken
What was once badly bent
It needs a happy ending
Roll it over, poke a fork
A comic sleeve
To cover the book
No one gets to read
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Down At the Mill
03:16
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Down at the Mill
Down at the Mill
We’ve got holes in our stories (x2)
You’ll never hear the whole truth
As we grind it in our stony spin
It’s rock against rock
Roll against roll
Down at the ol’ mill
Down at the mill
Down at the mill
Each heir-looms a dark tale (x2)
It’s a daily grind to set my mind free
So I focus on my made up story
The tales we pass down
Are finely ground
Down at the mill
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Droppin’ Meat
02:25
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Droppin’ Meat
Deep in the valley, eighty miles from our home
Sits the family cabin with twelve beds and a buck stove
There’s a deer head on the wall
Beside the bear, beside the elk
They didn’t see it coming, didn’t know to ask for help
A freezer in the cellar, holds frozen calls of the wild
Thaw it, cook it, and it’ll energize us all
Pap and uncle, the cousins and me
Are locked and loaded to the T
The whole nine yards is beggin’
To be popped off in the trees
Rise and shine, rise and shine
It’s killin’ time
When you look them in the eye
You’ll see the love of this green earth
And a reflection of the you
That you once were back at birth
So I sit here in Pap’s tree stand
Makin’ things a bit unfair
An’ my frozen toes, n’ runnin’ nose
Makes me wish I was back there
There at work
Bitchin’ ‘bout my boss
Having a laugh, at his expense
While wishin’ I was in some tree
Dreamin’ ‘bout
Droppin’ meat
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I’ll never make it out of here alive
But I’ll kick and scream and fool myself
With the lie that I’ll survive
But, I’ll never make it out of here alive
I look for some
Distraction
To pick me up
Above the real action
The good times combined
Make up a small fraction
Of what’s really real
With this living deal
Chorus
The wool was pulled
Over my eyes
And a sheepish grin’s
Been settin’ in
Truth be told
No one really ever knows
What will begin
After we’re old
Chorus
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9. |
Born Again
03:43
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Born Again
A new morn
Is like being born
But the weight of a day
Can snuff
All life away
Hey Hey Hey Yeah,
The weight of a day, can snuff all life away
Had a dream
I was in the womb
Listening to my mother’s tune
But a bump in the night
Had me comin’ to
A bump in the night
Brought on the light of truth
You must die a little bit
Before you’re born again
Yeah, you’re broken down but then
You’ll be born again
When I read the good book
I was way too young
I started out smart
But I ended up dumb
The words went in
But they never did come out
They got all mixed up
And never fell out of my mouth
Chorus
Now half of my heroes are dead and gone
The other half forgot what side they’re on
Life goes on
But the dead, they do too
I’ll try to be your hero
If you’ll try to be mine too
Chorus
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Lotus Flower (Lakshmi)
04:35
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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