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All Lies
04:39
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There’s poison in our drinking water
Says the man on TV
Or maybe there’s not, I don’t know man
I guess it depends which paper you read
He’s got the perfect haircut
Tie tied right just like a hangman’s noose
It’s hard to trust someone who’s never felt hunger
Hard to believe he can feel the abuse
Well, everybody’s just the star of their own show
Acting like they got some better place to go
Like they all know something that we don’t know
But it’s all lies
You see it in their eyes
It seems they changed definitions
Of what’s now considered a fact
Used to be a definite provable truth
Now it’s something used to fill in the gaps
Of their broken agenda
In support of another’s demise
They got us all doubting
What we clearly see with our own two eyes
Well, everybody’s just the star of their own show
Acting like they got some better place to go
Like they all know something that we don’t know
But it’s all lies
You see it in their eyes
Well, everybody’s just the star of their own show
Acting like they got some better place to go
Like they all know something that we don’t know
But it’s all lies
It’s all lies (4X)
Live at five
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2. |
High Plains Wind
04:27
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High plains winds are calling
I hear them whisper sweet nothings
Empty rumors of a Springtime
When the snows all gone
All through the pines
Under deep cover of night
I gotta hold on a little longer
Hope it don’t take too long
Because I can feel the frost down in my bones
Got me dreaming of the warm fires of home
Out on the range I see why people get strange
It’s all this time all alone
I can almost see the mountains in the distance
All the way from Omaha
This road runs straight across Nebraska
And the breeze blows all year long
Can’t place this tune I’ve been whistling
I know I’ve heard it before
It seems to help to pass the time
But I bet I got the words all wrong
Because I can feel the frost down in my bones
Got me dreaming of the warm fires of home
Out on the range I see why people get strange
It’s all this time all alone
Well the sunrise is right around the corner
First light I’m gonna see in my rear view
Hope I remember just where I’m going
All I know is I gotta get outta here
Because I can feel the frost down in my bones
Got me dreaming of the warm fires of home
Out on the range I see why people get strange
It’s all this time all alone
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3. |
Greenbacks and Gold
04:46
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I’ve been working this strip mine since I was just 17
Both nights and weekends, you know it never meant much to me
It’s just pushing gravel, and getting paid in script
Heard the mines making a killing but I’ll never see none of it
I’m sick of paying taxes, and barely making rent
With nothing to leave behind, that aint no life well spent
See me and this buddy, we got us a little plan
And it’s a go next weekend in a blacked out old box van
Gonna hit that strip mine bank, after the sun goes down
Load up the back of that van, and we gonna blow this town
You’ll read in the paper, How it all unfolds
After we done got plum out of there
With our pockets full of greenbacks and gold
Well, I aint worried about, a long life in jail
It’s already like that here, but around here there aint no bail
We’ll make a run for the border, night should give us a little lead
Don’t plan on hurtin’ no one, if no one puts a hurtin’ on me
Gonna hit that strip mine bank, after the sun goes down
Load up the back of that van, and we gonna blow this town
You’ll read in the paper, How it all unfolds
After we done got plum out of there
With our pockets full of greenbacks and gold
Won’t touch the silver, we’ll leave the lock boxes behind
I don’t want the town folks money, I just want what mine from the mine.
Gonna hit that strip mine bank, after the sun goes down
Load up the back of that van, and we gonna blow this town
You’ll read in the paper, How it all unfolds
After we done got plum out of there
With our pockets full of greenbacks and gold (3X)
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4. |
Headed Through Hell
04:53
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I heard you got a broken skylight in that hailstorm we had
At least it aint rained since that storm rolled through, I guess your luck aint all that bad
I bet the lawn’s getting long now, sorry I aint been by to cut the grass
I’ve been putting a lot of miles on, only slowing down when I need gas
You could say I’m headed through hell
Only stopping by to wish you well
I’m a couple miles from that next cheap hotel
Only stopping now to wish you well
On my way through this hell
Finally kicked those pills the doctors fed me, from that broken back all them years ago
This drivin’ truck don’t help the pain none, this whole state’s lousy with deep potholes
I sure would like to see the kids some, but I’ll leave that up to you
You know I’d love them to meet their dad once, without all the pills and the booze
You could say I’m headed through hell
Only stopping by to wish you well
I’m a couple miles from that next cheap hotel
Only stopping now to wish you well
On my way through this hell
I need you to know at least before I go
That I’m taking all the blame
And I’ll truly never know your pain
But heaven knows I wish I could
If I could take it all back, you know I would
You could say I’m headed through hell
Only stopping by to wish you well
I’m a couple miles from that next cheap hotel
Only stopping now to wish you well
Only stopping now to wish you well
On my way through this hell
Oh, I’ll find a way through this hell
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5. |
Crow
04:15
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Crow on the telephone line, right outside my door
Crow on the telephone line, eyes as black as coal
Crow on the telephone line, watching every move I make
Crow on the telephone line, this paranoia I can’t shake
Every where I go he follows
One crow today, a murder tomorrow
Be careful what you say
Till that damn crow done flown away
Crow on the telephone line, listening to my calls
Crow on the telephone line, waiting on my fall
Crow on the telephone line, hears every word I say
Crow on the telephone line, knows all the debts that I can’t pay
Every where I go he follows
One crow today, a murder tomorrow
Be careful what you say
Till that damn crow done flown away
There’s a world out there between eyes blinking
Hear what I’m saying but not what I’m thinking
Theres some things about me you will never know
Not you or that nosey crow
Every where I go he follows
One crow today, a murder tomorrow
Be careful what you say
Till that damn crow done flown away (4X)
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6. |
Thundercloud
03:49
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Thundercloud
There bearing down
Do your best to do your worst
And blow me clear away
Thundercloud
At least drop some rain
To cleanse my soul
And leave me clean for another day
And I’ve been waiting on a storm
And I’ve been praying for something more
And I’ve been lying here on that cold hard floor
Waiting on a thundercloud
To lift me up or blow me down
Where there’s thunder
You’ll find lightning
Where there’s love
There’s surely pain
Where there’s peace
You’ll find quiet
Except for that aching sound
That’s running around your brain
And I’ve been waiting on a storm
And I’ve been praying for something more
And I’ve been lying here on that cold hard floor
Waiting on a thundercloud
To lift me up or blow me down
I feel it in the air
I feel it everywhere
There’s nothing to see here
Nothing to be here
And I’ve been waiting on a storm
And I’ve been praying for something more
And I’ve been lying here on that cold hard floor
Waiting on a thundercloud
Waiting on a thundecloud
To lift me up or blow me down
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7. |
The Rough
05:05
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Diamonds aint precious just because they’re diamonds
It’s what they’ve been through that makes it so
But I done my time and I served my sentence
Yet here I stand just an old lump of coal
Here I still stand just an old lump of coal
Down in the rough you won’t see me shining
Won’t catch me glitter, won’t see me glow
But I got these hand, in them a shovel
Already dug so low I can’t dig anymore
Already done dug so low I can’t dig anymore
Here in the rough it’s a junkyard jungle
Here in the rough always a fight and a struggle
I’m here in the rough, but it suits me fine
Here’s to the rough, it aint much
But it’s mine, you know it’s mine
Just a couple clicks down past the paved road
There’s an old wood fire cabin in a stand of white oak
Every Friday night that’s where you’ll find me
If you don’t already know the way back there then you don’t need to know
If you don’t already know your way back there they you aint supposed to go
Here in the rough it’s a junkyard jungle
Here in the rough always a fight and a struggle
I’m here in the rough, but it suits me fine
Here’s to the rough, it aint much
But it’s mine, you know it’s mine
I aint trying to win your rat race
Why’d I want to win something you got to be a dirty rat to play
I’d rather stay down where they say it’s too rough
You can call it whatever you like, as long as you all stay awat
They can call it whatever they like, as long as they all keep away
Here in the rough it’s a junkyard jungle
Here in the rough always a fight and a struggle
I’m here in the rough, but it suits me fine
Here’s to the rough, it aint much
But it’s mine, you know it’s mine
You know it’s damn sure mine
You know it mine, mine
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8. |
Can't Complain
04:48
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It gets dark early this time of year
When the crops are down and the fields are clear
You can see for miles in either way
It’s getting colder, but I can’t complain
Wouldn’t make no difference either way
If I told you boy, it’s getting harder every day
Folks around here, well we’re supposed to be tough as nail
As me how I’ve been, always say I’ve been doing well…and I…
Can’t complain, no I can’t complain
I wanna complain, but I can’t complain
It aint rained since early May
And that damn wind blowed almost every day
Blew the black dirt right off of the field
Won’t be no bragging this fall about the crops or yields…but I…
Can’t complain, no I can’t complain
I wanna complain, but I can’t complain
Just give me something lord, all I need’s a little proof
That it’s worth the time and pain that it’d take to patch those holes up on the roof
So the next time someone asks me how I’ve been I can just tell them the truth, tell them truth…but I…
Can’t complain, no I can’t complain
I wanna complain, but I can’t complain
No I can’t complain (4X)
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9. |
Through the Blinds
04:49
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I swear I never thought I’d see the sun again
It seemed like time would just stand still when you left here late last night
Now this headache oh it feels so real, my hand still smells like cigarettes
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
I made more than my share of bad mistakes
But I always seemed to have just what it takes
To pick it back up kick it in gear
A sad soul acting like he has no fear
Just keep on moving on and on and on
I wrote you letters said I was wrong
Some quick notes, some ten pages long
It’s three in the morning, coffee on my breath
Everyone’s gone and I’m the last one left
The heartache ticking on and on and on
I swear I never thought I’d see the sun again
It seemed like time would just stand still when you left here late last night
Now this headache oh it feels so real, my hand still smells like cigarettes
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
My friends came by to try and help me out
They let me scream, oh, they let me shout
We sang songs till out voices died
Nights like this make me feel alive
The beat keeps grooving on and on and on
Yeah the beat keeps grooving on and on and on
I swear I never thought I’d see the sun again
It seemed like time would just stand still when you left here late last night
Now this headache oh it feels so real, my hand still smells like cigarettes
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
Sometimes it feels like the world will end
But everything ends and the sun will rise
Sometimes it feels like the world will end
But keep on looking up, don’t tell yourself no lies no, no, no
I swear I never thought I’d see the sun again
It seemed like time would just stand still when you left here late last night
Now this headache oh it feels so real, my hand still smells like cigarettes
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
Peeking through the blinds I see the light
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10. |
Ballin' the Jack
03:50
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Woke up this morning feeling like 1995
Mirror says that aint so and I crack a crooked smile
I’ve laid a lot of track, damn sure lucky to be alive
I piss, shower, shave then I’ll pound another mile
If life’s so long why’s it over so fast
Every minute I’ve wasted you know I aint getting back
Too much time just arguing with the past
And way way way too much time just Ballin’ the Jack
I’m a locomotive, I’m iron steam and rust
I’m still highballing though I’m covered in dust
Keep your wheels greased, the brakeman says the words I trust
Hope there’s a trussell ahead because the grounds getting rough
If life’s so long why’s it over so fast
Every minute I’ve wasted you know I aint getting back
Too much time just arguing with the past
And way way way too much time just Ballin’ the Jack
Jack was the slang used by the reckless engineers
If the ball was high it meant the track ahead was clear
Full steam ahead the old ashcat would cheer
And the brakeman would take a rest in the car in the rear
If life’s so long why’s it over so fast
Every minute I’ve wasted you know I aint getting back
Too much damn time just arguing with the past
And way way way…way way way…way way way, too much time just Ballin’ the Jack
Just Ballin’ the Jack (3X)
If life’s so long, why’s it over so fast
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Logan Springer & The Wonderfully Wild Davenport, Iowa
Logan Springer and the Wonderfully Wild embrace their Midwest roots to create Heartland Americana steeped in the
amalgamation of country and rock. Lyrically they lean towards the Country storyteller, while musically, they swing from Bluegrass’ish, Country, Southern Rock to fuzzy Blues.
LS&TWW's Midwest background informs their mission to make a style of music that is uniquely Midwestern.
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