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Strange Cookie
04:01
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Strange Cookie
©2022 Swampgirl Music BMI
Count to 8 eight times a day
While you put your things away
Gives you peace of mind, you say
But you, don’t know why. You don’t know why
Overstock on storm supplies
Give your kitchen chair advice
Always travel in disguise
But you, don’t know why. You don’t know why
But anyone who calls you a friend
Knows you’re gonna look out for them
Because you keep on giving but you never give in.
Free range strange cookie
From a good heart your inner springs are flowing
Strange cookie, with a good heart
Known for doing things your own way.
Known for doing things your own way.
Here is how it’s always been
People wanna lock you in
Try to make you follow them
But you don’t know how. You don’t know how
How quickly they’ll forget your name
Try to make you feel ashamed
When you don’t play their kind of game
Cause, you don’t know how. Yeah you don’t know how.
They don’t run the whole playground
Meet me at the merry go round
And let ‘em say we’re crazy ‘cause we don’t even try to fit in
Don’t know how to begin. We don’t know how.
Free range strange cookie
From a good heart your inner springs are flowing
Strange cookie, with a good heart
You’re known for doing things your own way.
You’re known for doing things your own way.
Keep on doing things your own way.
Keep on doing things your own way.
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2. |
Monday After Sunday
03:32
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Monday After Sunday
Myers/McKee
Monday declares it's all Sunday fault
Its promise of leisure erased by malaise
With each lazy hour until midnight comes
To find Monday again the darkest of days
That Monday morning I heard the car running
Early and cold so I guarded my dream
When I opened the door my world was revealed
Floating away on a particle beam
Monday after Sunday, always there
Back on the freeway to who knows where
Maybe one day, I’ll come up for air
Back around to Monday, always there
They say that it's blue, stormy and manic
It can't be trusted when you say its name
But Monday is nothing but 24 hours
Set up by Sunday to shoulder the blame
Monday after Sunday, always there
Back on the freeway to who knows where
Maybe one day I’ll come up for air
Back around to Monday, always there
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3. |
Cosmic Drifter
04:14
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osmic Drifter
I am standing in the doorway
Sunlight blinds my eyes
Shadows tell the story
To a rose and amber sky
How the journey changed
And fear became the guide
I was born a cosmic drifter mm mmm hmm
I love the great unknown
Lately, I’ve been more a prisoner
But I am not alone
Where I am is “here”
What I am is flesh and bone
Here and now in flesh and bone
The sky is wide open. Blue yonder wild and free
The sky is wide open. Look ahead and see
Sky’s the limit, I keep drifting
Constantly feeling like I’m a misfit
Offer me salary and I’m tempted but I can’t not live this life for one minute
I was born to do this so sick and tired of trying to prove it
Sometimes I feel like I’m a loser can’t do it
This is a movement and I’m paying more than 2 cents
My voice is my music the first language that I’m fluent
Swamp Sistas we been cruising with the troopers keeping it moving
Now let’s do this.
Where we are is here What we are is flesh and bone
In the mirror of the after Will my reflection be the same?
In the wake of disaster does one reach a higher plane?
Once the scourge has ended Will something wonderful remain?
Or will it leave an ugly stain
The sky is wide open. Blue yonder wild and free
The sky is wide open. Look ahead and see
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4. |
Down South
03:50
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Written by Tom Petty
Down South (Tom Petty)
Headed back down south Gonna see my daddy's mistress
Gonna buy back her forgiveness Pay off every witness
One more time down south Sell the family headstones
Drag a bag of dry bones Make good on my back loans
So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have And a little more
Sleep late down south Look up my former mentors
Live off Yankee winters Be a landlord and a renter
Create myself down south Impress all the women
Pretend I'm Samuel Clements Wear seersucker and white linens
So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have And a little more
Spanish moss down south Find the heroes of my childhood
Who now can do me no good Carve their names in dogwood
Chase a ghost down south Spirits cross the dead fields
Mosquitoes hit the windshield All documents remain sealed
So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have And a little more
I'll give you all I have And a little more
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5. |
Railroad Ties
03:34
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Railroad Ties
Her railroad ties are from a past of horizontal lines
Memories that never sleep
Hard times to make ends meet
Telegraph lines and hotel suites
Brakemen and conductors while the trains were being staged
Eight days a week, with holiday rates
Roundhouse boys from the IC line
Bringing their Union Paychecks
She’ll get away, any way she can
Find a better looking glass to see herself in
Past will be the past, time can take its time
She’ll start all over and be fine
Once she leaves those railroad ties behind
Wedding cakes and gowns someone from another town
Pure, white and sugar sweet. Promises to love and keep
That isn’t how it turned out to be
One more sad rendition of the same old song and dance
Time for her to break free again
She’s working on another plan
And somewhere else to get away from her past
Echoing again
She’ll get away, any way she can
Find a better looking glass to see herself in
Past will be the past, time can take its time
She’ll start all over and be fine
Once she leaves those railroad ties behind
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6. |
Dreams Won't Let Me
03:17
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Dreams Won’t Let Me
My late night thoughts are tavern drunks
All talking at the same time
Laughing, crying, smoking and lying
An alcoholic nursery rhyme
Forget your powers of persuasion
They'll only drown you out
I try to tell them they’re ridiculous
But I know what they're talking about
They're pointing fingers, I'm pleading guilty
They're setting traps I can't outrun
I'm making lists, they're making wagers
That I'll never get past number one
Never get past number one
I’d like to sleep but my dreams won't let me
I’d love to shut them off for awhile
I trust Karma but afraid she'll forget me
I wanna sleep but my dreams won't let me
I wanna sleep but my dreams won't let me…they won’t let me
When I pay attention to one
Two others will start a fight
While a third one sulks in the corner
Just like every other night
They're making threats, I'm trying reason
They're getting started I say we’re done
They’re waging war I’m weighing options
If I could only choose the right one.
I’d like to sleep but my dreams won't let me
I’d love to shut them off for awhile
I trust Karma but afraid she'll forget me
I wanna sleep but my dreams won't let me
I wanna sleep but my dreams won't let me…they won’t let me be
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Beth McKee Orlando, Florida
Beth McKee is the gestalt of all the places she’s settled. From her native Mississippi to her immersion in the scenes of Austin, New Orleans, North Carolina, and now Orlando – all their musical terroir is in her sound. You’ll recognize the hues if you really wanna parse it, but if you just listen, you’ll hear a sound that is quintessentially Southern, tapped from the roots and rolls like honey. ... more
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Raw and edgy songs that matter, delivered with conviction.
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