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Messy Love
02:52
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Some believe in fairy tale love.
Others don't believe in love at all,
but I believe in messy love
that lives inside the fall.
Adam and Eve set in place
the course of love for the human race
and we all eat of forbidden fruit
blame each other, it's nothing new
CHORUS
For in this messy thing we call love,
we fight and struggle and sometimes fall.
Get back up and we do it all,
we do it all again.
Sure it's complicated, a total mess,
full of heartbreak and all the rest,
but it's the all the rest, that gives me pause,
let's me know I'm truly blessed.
I can't predict blues skies or grey,
but this I know, we'll rise each day
and with clumsy hearts and feet of clay,
we'll stumble through and find our way...ay...ay
CHORUS
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2. |
Midnight
03:06
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It was well past midnight, I was standing in New Jersey
thirsty and looking for a phone.
I could not read the signs, trying to make up my mind
just who to call.
so quiet in the city you can hear the traffic lights all changing
there ain't nothing goin' on.
and when I get this loose and feel like talking,
all my friends are gone.
Chorus-
Ain't gonna make it, Ain't gonna make it home.
ain't gonna make it, all alone.
Every bricks a jungle, and there's no one standing with me,
a sudden quiet chokes off the heart of the city
Laughter falls from windows, with a thousand sounding TV's
where strobing illusions seem to enter in so easy.
I feel safe from the fallout.........close to every building
I'm hiding from the sirens......as I duck into the doorway- and I
Chorus-
Ain't gonna make it, Ain't gonna make it home
Ain't gonna make it, all Alone.
Break-
No money for a taxi, too little for a hotel,
i've just enough case to think about a coffee
and there's no one here to share it, where my breath is falling vagrant,
well I collect my thoughts and prepare this statement.
Chorus-
Ain't gonna make it, ain't gonna make it home
Ain't gonna make it, with these dried up bones.
It was well past midnight, I was standing in New Jersey
Thirsty and looking for a phone.
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3. |
This Ol' Town
04:54
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This ol’ town closes down at night.
Except for a coupla’ neon lights.
A caravan and endless band of cars and trucks
Wind their way, like a fourleaf clover
To bring them luck.
Chorus
Like pioneers from days erased,
We circle the wagons
To protect this place.
To hold back time
And the world at bay
Knowing nothing lasts
All fades away.
So until that day when time slips away our dreams
Will be in cars.
In backseats, lovers meet, we make love
Underneath the stars.
Innocence lost, we know the cost, but we
Plunge headlong.
Cuz we are young and we’re strong, and we know
The end of this song.
Chorus
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4. |
South of Lonesome
04:46
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I'm on the outskirts of lonesome
going someplace from nowhere.
Life always looked better
from inside my dreams.
Cuz I'm heading south of lonesome
to a better place indeed.
Where it's warm and sunny
and the bluebird always sings.
Chorus-
The ghosts of the past will be forgotten
as tomorrow will soon be today.
And it's always best, at least I've heard it said,
to just let sleeping dogs lay.
And I will wake up to the sound
of my own heart's beat
and let it be my guide
for these poor tired feet.
I've got miles to go to get there,
many miles I've left behind,
as I cross this big ol' country
I leave that lonesome place behind.
Chorus
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I’m stranded in a depot
Outside Knoxville Tennessee
Snow is dropping so hard
I can’t even see.
Song on the radio reminds me of you
CHORUS
And it’s two more tunes ‘till daylight
And I’m a thousand miles from home.
Should’a never left you
Should’a never gone.
There’s nothing I can do ‘cept sing this tired ol’ song
Maybe I’ll be too late
Or maybe too far gone
CHORUS
I think about your laughter
I can still see your smile
Think of all the good things, girl,
We had for awhile
But I was born to wander
And I was born to roam
CHORUS
BREAK
CHORUS
Maybe this ol’ storm
Will soon be letting up.
I’ll grab my gear
And board this greyhound bus.
But for now I’m stranded
And I’m feeling so alone.
CHORUS
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6. |
Walkin' Each Other Home
04:15
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A man wakes up in the AM
And feels an awful chill.
He sits down at the kitchen table
With a pile of unpaid bills.
Next to him his wife she stands
30 years by her man,
Cup of coffee in her hand,
She says it all works out in the end.
Chorus-
So take care of what your’re given
Remember we’re all forgiven,
Heed the words of ol’ Bob Dylan
Stop the dyin’, start the livin’.
You man feel you’re all alone,
Feel it echo through your bones.
Rest assured this life’s on loan,
We’re all walkin’ each other home.
There’s a man out in the street,
Been three days since he eat.
He keeps paddin’ the same ol’ beat,
Find some shade for a cool retreat,
When a boy comes up to him
With a crooked sideways grin,
Says, “hey mister, you could use a friend.”
Then he takes him by the hand.
CHORUS
For every woman, man and child
We’re on this earth for a little while.
Though we may walk a billion miles
In the end love will stand the trials.
We must remember we’re not along
When the plow strikes the stone
And the seeds of love are sown
Take a hand and walk on home.
CHORUS
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7. |
Stumble Into Blue
03:57
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CHORUS-
G
You’ll never know
C
how much I love you.
G
You’ll never know
D D7
how much I care.
G
You’ll never know,
C
The depth of my soul,
G D
You’ll never know
G
How much I care
Em G
Words fall away when I’m near you
Em Bm7
Get in the way of all that’s true
Em
All I can do, is
Am Em
Stumble into blue
Bm7 Em
Stumble into blue
Chorus
BRIDGE
Em G
You walked away and left me
Em G
You walked away with my heart
C Em
You walked away and left me
Bm7 Em
Left me here in the dark.
Chorus
Someday I know I’ll be alright
Shed this darkness for the light.
Now all I can do is
Stumble into blue
Stumble into blue.
Chorus
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8. |
You Angel
04:40
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Sunlight pours through a tear in my bedroom shade
warming my face, as I awake, to see you lying there.
A finger of light reaches across your pillowcase,
resting ever gently on your still sleeping face.
Chorus-
And you, angel you
I long for your tender embrace.
Your silent beauty,
moves me in this quiet place.
You stir slowly turning your face from the sun to me,
seeking those cooler places, deep down in the sheets.
Reaching your hand across to the place where I lay,
coming to rest on my chest, as you drift away.
Chorus-
I look at your hand, with that worn wedding band
and think of the dreams we had and all of our plans.
Now time is passing by and we are growing old.
may our love endure, like so much precious gold.
Chorus-
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9. |
Looks That Can Kill
05:35
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LOOKS THAT CAN KILL
I knew this kid who lived up the block.
The boy played guitar, he sure could rock.
He used to turn it up and play real loud.
Sometimes he'd even draw a crowd.
They called him Tommy, Tommy two tone
Cuz he always had those brown and white saddle shoes on.
The kid was cool, like cold blue steel
The kid had looks, looks that could kill.
CHORUS-
Ooh, ooh he had those looks that can kill
Ooh, ooh he had those looks that can kill
Now Tommy headed out for east LA
He met Sally in a roadhouse along the way
For Sally it was love at first sight
Tommy only knew it felt right
They moved into an upstairs apartment
Sally worked the weekends just to pay the rent
While Tommy stayed home and played his guitar
Dreaming of the day he'd be a star.
He started playing the clubs, He loved the bright lights
While Sally stayed home pacing the floor all night
She begged him not to leave her alone
He shoved some money in her hand, said "here go buy a phone
CHORUS
Tommy landed a recording contract
Soon he was hot on the stage and sharp as a tack
The girls loved him, cuz he had the look.
They loved his hair, his clothes and the way he shook.
Sally started mixing gin and cocaine.
To drown her sorrow and numb her pain
One morning Tommy found a note on the door
It said, "don't bother to knock, there's nobody home
The ambulance arrived in a flash
The floor was bloody, her wrists were slashed.
They wrapped her up and carried her away
The paper said DOA
CHORUS
Now Tommy stopped playing. He could not write.
He said, he'd lost his inspiration, his guiding light
He locked the door turned out the lights and closed the drapes
Fell in the floor and he began to pray
Next morning, Tommy stumbled from his bed
Went in the bathroom holding his head
He looked in the mirror and his heart did race
He grabbed a razor from the sink, began to slash his face.
The blood ran and the lights grew dim
He felt his life flow out, felt the love of God within
My God, My God, he screamed
Then he awoke from this awful dream
BREAK
He went down the street to the local bar
Ordered beer for his thirst and whiskey for his scars
His friends said, "Man you look half dead."
He stared into their eyes and said,
Ooh, He's got those looks that can kill
Ooh, He's got those looks that can kill
Ooh, He's got those looks that can kill
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10. |
Devil's In The Cracks
04:06
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The Devil’s In the Cracks
G C/ G C
Bm
You pick yourself up,
G
Dust off your pointed sorrow,
Bm
Which brought you to the cusp
G
Of all your tomorrows.
Bm
And sorrow swept away
G
In clouds of yesterday,
Bm C
Like forgotten words you pray
CHORUS
D
If God is in the details,
C
Then the devil’s in the cracks.
D
Keep looking toward the horizon
C….. G
And don’t …don’t look back.
Sometimes the future’s like a chalkboard
We forgot to erase
and you’re standing right in front
and you can’t find your place.
And you feel your suffocating
And the world is closing in
But you spy and open window
And you can breathe again.
CHORUS
So at the end of the day
Brush away your regrets.
Don’t mind a little dust,
Helps us hedge our bets.
Travel lightly through this world,
Try to avoid the cracks
Pay attention to what matters
And don’t look back.
CHORUS
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11. |
Highway Eyes
04:41
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Highway Eyes
I first met my Daddy’s uncle
When I was just a child
Dad said I had his Highway Eyes
Mom said that he was wild.
As a man, I went and found him
Down along the Natchez Trace
We lit a lamp and he told me
About his younger days:
CHORUS
A young man, he wandered hard
Up and down the road
They couldn’t keep him in the yard
When the south wind blowed
The night that he turned twenty one
He stood out on a beach
Mississippi at his back
The world just out of reach
A sixteen-year-old broken heart
Lie crying in her bed
The south wind blew her curtains back
And stole her handsome lad,
CHORUS
The night that he turned twenty five
Way down in Vera Cruz
He lay bleeding from a knife
He swore he’d been seduced
Her eyes were dark, her shoulders bare
Her smile as sweet as sin
He’d caught her scent as it was carried
On that old south wind
CHORUS
The day he turned eighty five
In a two-bit nursing home
More tales he spun
Of the places that he roamed
And his voice became a whisper
He still had those highway eyes
Soon the spell was broken,
as we heard a sound outside.
CHORUS
I opened up the window
Threw wide the shutter doors
But it was just that old south wind
Had come for him once more
In the graveyard where we gathered
The preacher spoke a while
Then the roses up and scattered
And I just had to smile
FINAL CHORUS
As a swirl of dust flew up so hard,
And danced on down the road
No, they never could keep him in the yard
When the south wind blowed
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12. |
By The Riverside
03:25
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BY THE RIVERSIDE
Growing up a river ran thru my backyard.
Sometimes when life would get too hard.
I’d go down to where the river glides,
Watch the turtles and the dragonflies
And life was good by the riverside.
Sometimes at night when I could not sleep.
I’d slip out my window to the river deep
And watch out for the big ol’ snake
Listen to the sound the bullfrog makes
And life was sweet, by the river deep.
Moving into those teenage years
Driving fast cars and drinking beer
Hanging out on the river bank
All we needed was a radio and a full tank
And life was great, by the river bank.
(Bridge)
You get a little older and move away
Life was simpler than it is today
Youth and innocence fade away
But the memory of that river stays…. And stays
Now the only thing running thru my backyard
Is an alleyway and the occasional car.
But when life gets hard I can close my eyes
See the turtles and the dragonflies
And life goes on, on and on, on and on ..pause.. by the riverside.
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13. |
You Get Me
03:06
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You Get Me
When I’m up
When I’m down
When I’m falling to the ground.
You get me,
When I’m blue.
Through every storm your love holds true.
You get me sunshine,
To chase the rain,
You get me no matter how hard or long it takes.
You get me silver,
You get me gold,
You get me shelter from the dark and cold.
CHORUS-
You get me,
You get me,
You get me through the night
You get me,
You get me,
You make all my wrongs seem right.
You get me curly,
You get me straight,
You get me into bed when I come home too late.
You get me coffee
You get me tea,
You get me to turn off that damn tv.
You get me laughter,
You get me tears,
You get me all I need through the years.
You get me forgiveness,
And grace to spare,
Your my angel of mercy unaware.
Chorus
You get me coming
And when I go,
It’s your face that I see in the window.
You get me hello
and goodbye
It’s your face I will see when I fly.
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Scott Aycock Tulsa, Oklahoma
I am a singer/songwriter living in Tulsa Oklahoma.
This is my third CD release and the first one produced by my
son, Jesse Aycock and featuring both of my sons playing on the record, so it was especially gratifying.
The writing of these songs and recording this record lifted me out of a dark place and made me so grateful to family and the healing power of music.
These songs celebrate hope.
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Scott Aycock recommends:
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Songs that make your heart ache because they are so honest and real. Soulful singing, and music is understated. A poet with a guitar.
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