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I know where this is going, and I don’t think I like it much
Your love has all but stopped its growing, and the going has been rough
It’s a twisted game we’re playing, and I think I’m gonna lose
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
You’ve been out with some good friends, I’ve been sitting here all alone
Listening to the traffic, and wishing you’d come home
Well there’s someone else that’s hear now, a new acquaintance, thanks to you
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
Well I’ve never been good with conversations (or) introductions just the same
It takes a little time for me to warm up to new faces, and new names
But you want me to expand my circle, well I guess I got the news
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
My roof has been slowly leaking, and my old record player broke
When I tried to start my car, the air just filled with smoke
I don’t have no one to talk to, and this guitar won’t play in tune
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
There’s some headlights in the driveway, guess you’ve decided to come back
I’m not sure who dropped you off, but I can hear it in your laugh
I probably should be going, but I keep taking your abuse
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
Well I’ve never been good with conversations (or) introductions just the same
It takes a little time for me to warm up to new faces and new names
But you want me to expand my circle, well I guess I got the news
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
It’s been your way or the highway, now I think I can finally choose
You picked a hell of a time to introduce me to the blues
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Keep the Wheels Rollin'
03:11
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The climb is steep, and the waters wide
And theres some days I wake up about ready to cry
And theres some parts of living that makes it hard to try
But I keep the wheels rollin, thats the only thing that I know to do
Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes its great
There’s been times that I want to stay drunk all day
I’m aware some things will never be the same
But I keep the wheels rollin, thats the only thing that I know to do
Keep an eye on the window, keep a lock on the door
You don’t know what’s coming through anymore
These times got foks just wanting more and more
I keep the wheels rollin’, that’s the only thing that I know to do
I been looking around, remembering to breathe
Discovering the difference between my wants and my needs
Well, I’m beating back the urge to live behind a screen
But I keep the wheels rollin, that’s the only thing that I know to do.
I called you up, you didn’t pick up your phone
I guess I should get used to sleeping all alone
Now it seems I’ve got even more time to get stoned
But I keep the wheels rollin, thats the only thing that I know to do
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Faithless Preacher
04:22
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He sits there behind his wall, No one knocks, no one calls
robes hung in the closet for a year
Lost track of time when all went South; A holy man, once devout
Nothing’s sacred, nothing’s clear
Lost the forest through the trees, Lost his way and fails to see
The path that led him down here once before
Admits defeat, and caves to sin; Can’t forgive, so he gives in
He forgot that there was something more
I’ve got no place I’m going too
Let me walk a while with you
Keep me in the light
Til I come out alright
Help a faithless preacher to believe
Darkness falls, sun is down; You can just make out the lights of town
From the cabin where a broken man lies
Lies to himself, lies to the moon, Lies in his bed, in a single room
Curses the dark spots that cloud his mind
The world’s uncertain, the world’s impure, It’s filled with suffering and hurt
Knocks us to the ground far too easy
Look out through the pouring rain, You’ll find the other side of pain
The side the faithless preacher fails to see
I’ve got no place I’m going too
Let me walk a while with you
Keep me in the light
Til I come out alright
Help a faithless preacher to believe
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Truth
04:23
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I’ve been living on the sidelines, I’ve been playing by the rules
I’ve been stopping at the red lights, I kept on going back to school
It’s been giving me a hard time, but I’ve been keeping pretty cool
Can’t stop the inhibition, I’ve been finding out the truth
It’s tough to make my mind up, it’s hard to see through the haze
Feels like I’m falling forward, and losing track of days
But still the trip keeps going, I safely pass on through
I’ve been opening my eyes wide, I’ve been discovering the truth
Let the winds blow, let the grass grow higher still
Let the seeds take hold again
As sure as rain falls, as sure as stone walls
As sure as it has always been
It’s been getting a little warmer, the ice is getting ever thin
And the tourist asks directions, the con man goes all in
You hold your head up high now, the devil for your muse
There’s no such thing as fiction; there’s only right, and wrong, and true
Oh, your ears are filled with cotton, and your mouth filled with lies
It’s not getting any easier, much to your surprise
With the pressure rising, no telling what you’ll do
Can’t take the constant changing, you’ll be forced to tell the truth
Through the smoke, and the white lies, I’ve been discovering the truth
Past the shallow and the mundane, I’ve been finding out the truth
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Letters
03:57
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It’s been three weeks in some old valley, a small town on the verge
Of wasting away into nothing, I’ve got a few more things to learn
I’m hoping that She’ll write me, and the lord knows I’ve sent a few
It’s lonely here in this valley, and I’ve been missing you
You said you’d send me a long one, but it’s been three months too long
And I’m waiting on a letter that will never come
I just needed something to keep me hangin on
I’m still waiting on a letter that will never come
I walk down to the mailbox at noon every day
Just hoping that the post man will walk on down this way
When he does, it’s only for some bills and credit cards
Or some useless romance magazine for another broken heart
You said you’d send me a long one, but it’s been three months too long
And I’m waiting on a letter that will never come
I just needed something to keep me hangin on
I’m still waiting on a letter that will never come
Maybe I’m being much too forward, but all these letters tend not to write themselves
All I want for you to tell me that everything’s going well
Well I suppose if you don’t write me, I can carry on
I’m used to expecting letters that don’t ever come
I just needed someone, and sometimes I still do
I’m just waiting on a letter, that will never come
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When the Seasons Change
05:52
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WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE
I’m going back east to hide in the pines
Gonna get where I’m going, take back what is mine
To find what is missing, let the moonlight show me the way
The axle is broken, the maple’s blown down
There’s nothing that’s keeping love here in this town
Keep the lamp burning low, and watch the dark shadows sway
Which way do you turn? In who do you trust?
The outcome is really no matter to us
I’ll be calling again when the seasons change
The pantries half empty, the woods almost gone
outside the darkness turns into dawn
the wind keeps blowing on and on through the cracks in the door
The fibers will tear, the timber will burn
air is consumed, to earth it returns
Like me, and mine, and all we’ve ever known
Which way do you turn?
In who do you trust?
The outcome is really no matter to us
I’ll be calling again when the seasons change
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