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No One to Save You
03:50
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Parker and the boys play a hell of a show
Fine line rings in my head
I haven’t slept since Denver Colorado
The whites of my eyes have gone red
You’re on the phone screamin’ why don’t you miss me
You know I gotta show tonight
Knuckle white drivin’ twenty four straight
Still you wanna start a fight
What if I don’t wanna fight
What if I don’t wanna fight fight fight
Chorus:
Finally got what you wanted
There’s no one to save you now
Better watch what you ask for
There’s no one to save you now
Standin’ shirtless in a rain storm
Waitin’ for the snow to come
Hail the size of my balled up fist
I think I’ll never see the sun
You’ve tied a noose around what I love
I’m gonna have to leave you now
Chorus:
Finally got what you wanted kid
There’s no one to save you now
You better watch what you ask for
There’s no one to save you now
Bridge:
The last chamber in this heart of mine is firin’ blanks at a landmine
Tell me lies with your eyes half closed
I’d ask the clouds but what would they know
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2. |
Weakest Hour
03:21
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There’s a siren long since living in my brain
She sings a lullaby and whispers my name
It’s a tune I swear I know from long ago
It serves to remind me that I’m not made of stone
Pre-chorus:
She said wait no, keep your hand inside my coat
I swear it’s much warmer there than it is around my throat
I’ll be the memory when we were young
You’ll be the taste upon my tongue
Like a sickness
Like a fever hangin’ on to my weakness
I’ll be dead before it’s gone
In my weakest hour
Do ya grovel and cower
In my weakest hour
Do you cry half the night through
Do ya cry when I’m through with you
Do ya cry when we are through
Would I apologize for a thing that I admire
While I gladly lose my faith to the fire
Is my experience not born from truth
Is my sadness now the folly of youth
She said wait no
You’ve come far enough to know
Your more than just a preacher’s son
With a lie caught in his throat
More than the sum of a life unlived
The dyin’ breath you could not give
Like a sickness like a fever hangin’ on to my weakness
I’ll be dead before your gone
In my weakest hour do ya grovel and cower
In my weakest hour
Am I a lie you wish could be true
You know I cry when I'm through with you
You know I cry when I’m through with you
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3. |
The Wurlitzer Prize
03:09
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I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall
The things we used to say and do
I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you
I haunt the same places we used to go
Alone at a table for two
I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you
They ought to give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I led slide down the slot
Playing those songs sung blue
Help me remember you
I don't want to get over you
A fresh roll of quarters, same old song
Missing you through and through
I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you
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You’re comin’ for a war fitted for your coffin
Cuz I don’t give easy now
I’m headed for a war fitted for my coffin
Cuz you don’t give up easy now Oh
You don’t give up easy now
Sleepin’ like a rock on the ground at night
Prayin’ to the Lord keep us out of sight
Bleeding through my shoes
Cryin’ in my Jacket
Oh I wish I was dreamin’
Before my morphine dream I would write to you by carrosine
I recall the gloves you wore in spring of 1934
I live in a graveyard now
Burried none too deep
Lord my soul to keep
Skin like a tree
Hands like a knife
No I never had to learn to fight
A child of war and a man of death
You’ll be cursin’ me with every breath ooh
With every breath
Screamin’ to the king fill my lungs
Sword and a shield for a serpent's tongue
Bleedin’ through my shoes
Cryin in my jacket
I wish I was dreamin’ ooh
I wish I was dreamin’
You know I’d gladly take her sick and her sorrow
If for a moment all of my strength she could borrow
Erase the time
Give my Katy one more day
I’ve got somethin’ I wish to say
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5. |
Hour in the Forest
05:33
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An hour in the forest one day
And now I think of you
In a more familiar kind of way
Have you thought to wonder
Is there a part of me you were hopin’ to find
In that camera lens through leaves on the vine
Though you walk away forever you may shine
To me
Discreetly as I know how to be
If I stare too long
I’ll look away before you see
Keep them none the wiser
You walk in the room and can’t meet my glance
Is it make believe we once had a chance
You feel the feelin’ but you won’t share this chance
With me
You moved back up north when you missed the snow
Were you thinkin’ of
Someone who promised they’d be waitin’ on you
You watched her from the doorway
Your favorite tattoo in the trailer park
Harriet Tubman posed with Joan of Arc
Though she held a machine gun
It never spoiled the view ooh ooh
What if nothin’s real till I’ve said it to you
Now what can I do
For all I feel that it never came true
Now what can I do
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6. |
Souvenir
02:52
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I put our love in a jar
Drove it around in my beat up car
I drove to the side of town
Where easy money is often found
I drove to that side of town
Cuz easy money is where I’m bound
You went lookin’ for a dollar sign
Now you’ll never be a friend of mine
I only loved you in the lamp light glow
You only love me when I’m screamin’ no
Could I have always been so wrong
And somehow not that strong
But I’ll keep your heart right here
So you could whisper in my ear
Before my nightmares reappear
Will I always be your souvenir
I’m only breathin’ cuz my heart don’t know
For all my tryin’ I’m just dyin’ slow
You lie in wait while the doorknob turns
My feet are bleedin’ from the after burn
We’ll tell our sons they’ll grow up big and strong it’s a lie
Most of the time
It’s a lie
Most of the time
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Family of the Year
03:36
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We got caught dancin’
On the fraying end of a tightrope
Like I always swore I’d never do
It was hard to say that I’ve been so unkind to you
Like my mother taught me not too
Chorus:
Now when I’m sleepin’ the wind whispers in my ear
She whispers wife and child family of the year
We’d wake up on sundays
Sing the songs you’d like to hear
Then I’m reminded of the telephone ringin’
But It’s just my alarm clock
Sorry kid you were only dreamin’
Over a glass of wine
Swore you’d not marry a second time
Still I choose to hear the words that let me linger
Time slowly passes you wear those rose colored glasses
They hide the tears you cry
Your steps make a warning sound
Chorus:
Now when I’m sleepin’ the wind whispers in my ear
She whispers wife and child family of the year
We’d wake up on sundays
Sing the songs you’d like to hear
Then I’m reminded of the telephone ringin
But It’s just my alarm clock
Sorry kid you were only dreamin’
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8. |
I Must Be Evil
03:02
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Heard about a man in south louisiana, posing as preacher,
they say he hates women and children and dogs
try to feed your newborn baby to his hogs
if that ain't enough they say he killed his own son
evil in the flesh it ain't much fun
there's a little bit of killin that must be done
if somebody's gotta do it, i'll be the one
somebody's gotta do it, I'll be the one
Chorus:
I must be evil for I know not what is right
I must be evil for I only shine on a dark black night
Well I ain't been to church in a too long time
What haven't there wouldn't change my mind
It only left me colder
It only left me stone and cold
I walked into the service with a Bible in my hand
got a knife on a chain around my neck
another one on my hip
i turned to the congregation
I turned to make my peace
I said "the words of the wicked lie in wait for blood,
I'm ready to mess, I don't mind the mud.
Chorus:
I must be evil for I know not what is right
I must be evil for I only shine on a dark black night
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9. |
These Modern Times
03:07
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Lacin’ up my combat boots cuz you never know what life will bring
Hop a fourteen hour flight to a third world country that I won’t name
We could live out quiet lives on a mountain top in the north of spain
We could die without wifi
No one would even know our names
Chorus:
Here in these modern times it’s magical and oh so sad
I wanna get lost in a book but my phone is all I seem to have
Right at my fingertips the endless options drive you mad
Here in these modern times it’s magical and sad
Lookin’ for his quiet mind
He came alive through sticks and stone
Time on the river seemed to fill his soul like none before
Despite the calm release he seemed to long for somethin’ more
You can seek out solitude but sorrow creeps in through the floor
Chorus:
Here in these modern times it’s magical and oh so sad
I wanna get lost in a book but my phone is all i seem to have
Right at my fingertips the endless options drive you mad
Here in these modern times it’s magical and sad
Here in these modern times it’s magical and so alone
I wanna get lost in a book but my brain got locked inside my phone
Right at my fingertips the endless options drive you mad
Here in these modern times
It’s magical and sad
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Garrett Owen Fort Worth, Texas
Born in San Antonio, Texas. Raised in Africa and South America. Now residing in Fort Worth,
Texas.
2018 Telluride Bluegrass Festival Troubadour Contest winner and nominated for 4 Dallas Music Awards (2017).
New album Fall 2020.
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