1. |
The Good
02:52
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One day, the ocean’s gonna rise up and drown everybody in New York and California
One day, the left and the right are gonna start another civil war
One day, the sun’s gonna increase in size til it swallows the earth
So what’s the good in worrying about her?
One, the flowers you bought will decay inside a landfill
The tree you carved your names into will burn down into ash
In time, your memories at Yellowstone will be a volcanic crater
So what’s the good in worrying about that?
If she says she’s gone then she’s gone
Good luck trying to change a woman’s mind
You may think yourself strong
But what’s your heartache to time?
What if the tectonic plate you live on becomes an island
Then an electromagnetic pulse puts the planes and ships to ground?
You’d waste your life on a raft praying currents took you to her
So what’s the good in wasting it now?
If she says she’s gone then she’s gone
Good luck trying to change a woman’s mind
You may think yourself strong
But what’s your heartache to time?
One day, you’re gonna feel the fool for this mighty depth of feeling
But even the sharpest pain hold a little bit of worth
In time, every mistake will have only made you better
And there’s the good in worrying about her
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2. |
Standing Water
04:21
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Amy never waits for me the way I’d like her to
She runs off in all directions as I’d never think to do
Even when the pathways clear and compass’s pointing true
She runs off in all directions
In spite of my frustration, I keep running down the line
There are dreams we planned to summit and hope we swore to mine
Tired though I am of traveling this beaten path alone
There are places that I gotta go
And I’m sick like standing water, choked with insect eggs and mud
My heart’s is like a desert, hard and dry until the flood
And the air is thick and heavy with a lonesome melody
Set to words she often put to me
Go, go, there’s nothing for you in this town
You’ve seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay, and you’d love to stick around
But I can’t let you burn out here with me
I won’t let you burn out here with me
And I’m sick like standing water, capped with iridescent oil
My instincts have gone barren, lost a dust bowl’s worth of soil
And the air is thick and heavy with a lonesome melody
Set to words she often put to me
Go, go, there’s nothing for you in this town
You’ve seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay, and you’d love to stick around
But I won’t let you burn out here with me
And if you won’t come along, then there’s nothing left to do
And someone else will have to write a song for you
I don’t mind the city, but I prefer the road
Where I’m writing from my stomach, instead of writing for my soul
And when I need a little respite from this rank uncertainty
An vicious psalm is always chasing me
Go, go, there’s nothing for you in this town
You’ve seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay, and you’d love to settle down
But I can’t let you burn out here with me
And if you won’t come along, then there’s nothing left to do
And someone else is gonna write a song for you
And he’ll probably be a better singer too
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3. |
Parallel
03:09
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It feels a little late to still be trying on
If I were shoes you long would have returned me
The day’s too long of tooth to still be dreaming of the dawn
So if you will, I’d like to have a word please
I won’t waste no more of your time
Always saw your path running parallel to mine
But though they go together, they never intertwine
No use tryin’ making you believe
I guess I’ll leave you, cause I don’t need you
Talking yourself into me
In seven years I shoulda seen it coming
But I still ain’t sure what there was to see
We ran out of clever ways to say “we’re doing nothing”
And we ran out of fear of being free
So I won’t waste no more of your time
Always saw your path running parallel to mine
But though they go together, they never intertwine
No use tryin’ making you believe
I guess I’ll leave you, cause I don’t need you
Talking yourself into me
Now you’re browsing the departures and I can’t help but believe
If I tried a little harder we could find a way to be
But I’m gonna leave you, cause I don’t need you
Talking yourself into me
I’m guess I’ll leave you, cause Lord knows I don’t need you
Talking yourself into me
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4. |
Evergreen
05:02
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I’ve crawled, hands and knees, through brush and brambles
I’ve scaled the rocks of the vast barren hills
The thorns of the desert, such a pain to handle
I’ve cut up the oaks that have lost their wills
Prospering fickly through insecure seasons
Running from strife when the skies are no good
But you, you’re evergreen, and standing right beside me
Through the good days and the cold, quiet night
Yeah you, you’re evergreen, til the mountain it crumbles you’ll be
You’ll be up there reaching for the light
But you’re already shining so bright
I’ve lost love to snakes and to lions and to other climbers
Sometimes the path went to places they won’t
Some I chased down the hill then I pushed on higher
Cause up past that tree line’s a loving home
With you, you’re evergreen, and standing right beside me
Through the, the good days and the cold quiet night
Yeah you, you’re evergreen, til the mountain it crumbles you’ll be
You’ll be up there reaching for the light
But you’re already shining so bright
I’ll sit in your shelter your arms are my eaves
I’ll nourish your body and play in your leaves
I can’t stop the fires but I’ll plant our seeds
And we’ll build our home in the shade of this tree
You’re evergreen, and standing right beside me
Through the good days and the cold, quiet night
Yeah you, you’re Evergreen, til the mountain it crumbles
You’ll be, you’ll be up there reaching for the light
But you’re already shining so bright
You’re evergreen
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5. |
On Comfort
02:20
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As you try to settle in, to settle down, to settle skin
It occurs never again might you feel settled
So you try to empathize, you never can, but hey, you tried
The greedy win, innocent die, and the scales stay level
And your phoenix songs, they all sound so beautiful
But there’s 80 people gone, and I want heads to roll
Shame on me, for thinking we’d be better
When it comes to comfort, denial is the key
Shame on me, in a week we’ll all forget
Add it to the stack of tragedy
As you try to take a break, settle down, to shake a leg
It occurs to scope out cover and the exits
Any vet would say that’s smart, but is this war or is it art?
School and Syria and Country found a nexus
And your good guy with a gun had best be white and best not run
And we average one a day and I want heads to roll
Shame on me, for thinking we’d be better
When it comes to comfort, denial is the key
Shame on me, in a week we’ll all forget
Add it to the stack of tragedy
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6. |
The Archives
04:17
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With desire to do the things you need to do
And the attitude to take the time to try
In the off chance the struggles just succumb to you
The effort’s often better than goodbye
In the archives of your heart aches there’s a litany
Of opportunities taken to run
Lay them out and blow the dust off, find them each to be
A record of the damage done
Don’t believe all you see
All that you see
It moves swift and it hits hard
And it won’t come easily
When imagining the breadth of all scenarios
The worst can seize the forefront of your mind
As you steel yourself for just how far the pain can go
Don’t forget to stop the light from slipping by
In the archives of your heartache there’s discrepancy
Between the choices that you’ve made and things you’ve known
Lay them out and blow the dust off, count out all the ways
The heart and mind together grow
Don’t believe all you see
All that you see
It moves swift and it hits hard
And it won’t come easily
And then one day it’ll strike you
Like the bricks you’ve laid to wall away your heart
And you’ll tremble and you’ll marvel
At the vigor of a true love’s start
A true love’s start
In the archives of your heartache there’s a vacancy
Adorned with statues made of old love’s bones
Lay them out and blow the dust off, count out all the ways
Two hearts and minds together grow
Let your hearts and minds together grow
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7. |
Wasps
03:02
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We got wasps in the woodpile
And I don’t like my work
The shower faucet’s leaking
And the garden’s only dirt
The internet works sometimes
And the basement’s fit to flood
We got a hundred things to tend to
We’ll ignore them all because
There’s a Jeep and a dirt road
And the dogs in the backseat
There’s a rock beside a river
To sit and dip our feet
It there’s a chance we’re gonna take it
If there’s trouble learn to shake it
If there’s a backyard, guitar
As long as we can see the stars
We’re gonna make it
We got wasps in the woodpile
And isn’t it a shame
That we can’t heat our home for comfort
Without risking stinging pain
And there’s a metaphor there that we’re
Too lazy to find
But I got your love around me
And I’m giving you all mine
One day, we’ll earn a little money and we’re gonna be just fine
We’ll host parties with more than records and cheap wine
One day, we’re gonna turn this house into a hive
But for now let’s take a ride
We got a Jeep and a dirt road
And the dogs in the backseat
We got a rock beside a river
To sit and dip our feet
It there’s a chance we’re gonna take it
If there’s trouble learn to shake it
If there’s a backyard, guitar
As long as we can see the stars
We’re gonna make it
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8. |
Frontman
03:41
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Driving six hours on a Saturday
To play for fifty in a bar across the state
No one in the room will know ya
But for two hours you sing
Louder than the forks hitting plates
Keep the expectations humble
Sing your favorite line and someone cracks a
smile and you’re embarrassingly proud
Don’t they know that you’re the frontman
Of the second biggest band in your small town?
On the weekdays you teach high school
Students troll you with your videos online
And you play at all the wineries
Which really means you drink far too much wine
But goddamn do you feel special
When a stranger wants to know when
Your next album’s coming out
Just the perks of being frontman
Of the second biggest band in your small town
As you thank people for coming
Someone grabs you by the hand
Says you need to find a publisher,
An agent, and a brand
And you smile and nod politely
Pack up t-shirts and cds
Knowing full well that the only way
To make it is to leave
It’s been one hell of a summer
Made good money and the guys all got along
Opened up for a famous classic rock band
Minus the singer who wrote all of their songs
Now people are asking was that the big break that
Carries your songs all the world around
And your answer’s optimistic
But you’re just the thirtysomething frontman
Of the second biggest band in your small town
You thank god for local radio
And community that cares
When a tourist from the city says
“You’re putting yourself out there”
Sometimes your dreams wander
When you’re up drinking alone
But really all you’ve ever wanted was
This baby, wife, and home
So you burden your odometer
Load & unload gear more times than you can count
And you love being the frontman
Of the second biggest band in your small town
We post all our shows on Facebook
We’re the second biggest band in your small town
Add my songs to all your playlists
I’m the thirtysomething dad-bod-rockin acoustic guitar playing eponymous frontman
of the second biggest band in your small town
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Grover Anderson Murphys, California
Grover lives in Murphys, CA with his wife Katie (also a high school teacher) and their two daughters. The variety of bands that he’s opened for (including America, Matt Stell, Birds of Chicago, and The Charlie Daniels Band) reflects the crossover appeal of his music, which folks have labelled folk, country, rock, and Americana. Grover doesn’t really care what folks call it as long as it moves them ... more
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