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Nobody Special
02:37
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I’m nobody special
I’m nobody’s guide
I reached this last valley
No one at my side
I’ve walked this earthly matter
Almost all my life
Half a hundred reasons
You should not miss me or ever cry
Burn, burn this mortal body
Throw my dust away don’t say you’re sorry
Let me go, it is so simple
I’m nobody, nobody special
I’m nobody special
Just live as though you may
If you think you miss my laughter
Just smile and walk away
Burn, burn this mortal body
Throw my dust away don’t say you’re sorry
Let me go, it is so simple
I’m nobody, nobody special
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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Mother traffic stain in a tunnel…Peace folded hands
Maybe it’s a miracle…Maybe it’s a scam
Crucifix in your nightmares…Shadows in the hall
Praying to a savior…Now, you’re praying to a wall
Get down on your knees…get down on your knees
Get down on your knees…get down on your knees
Na, na, na, na
Opossum in the headlights…Operation in the road
Death-wish monkey, suicide junky…But I can’t get off the phone
Crucifix on the headboard…Saves you from what you’ve done
Crucifix in the bathroom…Bless this hallowed throne
Na, na, na, na
Television girl smiling at the camera
Girl in the Apple wins a million dollars
Tongue-tied, brain-fried, cross-eyed girl
Television smile wins a million dollars
Win a million…Win a million…Win a million…Win a million
Na, na, na, na
The fifth one ended up in Paris…The sixth one went to Rome
White smoke from the Chapel…Now nothing else is on
Maybe it’s a miracle…
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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Midnight Convenience
04:26
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Long, dark miles on a highway
Line after line’s what’s you’ve got
Fluorescent glow out of blackness
Calling you out just to stop
How’s ‘bout a stretch, maybe nosh, and some gas
Too good a prospect to pass
Midnight convenience
Like a statue to behold
An oasis out in nowhere
Just to help you down the road
Midnight convenience
Sliding through the doors you’re getting goggled
Grease ball…cheese and ‘stache
His nametag reads Rusty, or Russell, or Russ
But he looks like Rasputin with a rash
Bags, bottles, cans, and wrappers
Soft serve and Joe on the go
Sour or sweet, nicotine if you please
To the weary it is aisles of gold
How’s ‘bout a stretch, maybe nosh, and some gas
Too good a prospect to pass
Midnight convenience
Like a statue to behold
An oasis out in nowhere
Just to help you down the road
Midnight convenience
Midnight convenience
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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Save Your Soul
05:11
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We all stood beside you, our backs to the fire
With tears in our eyes, we sang with the choir
But now you’ve forgotten the struggle and hurt
You just stare at your shoestrings while you kick at the dirt
Lost and found
Found, but lost
Save your soul, dig the hole
Feel the earth in your hands
Cross your heart and take the vow
Save your soul, fill the whole
Brush the dirt from your hands
Save your soul, you know what it is you must do but you don’t know how
It seems awful funny that you’ve gone down that way
Because we all remember what you used to say
You think things have changed now, but we know what we heard
You’ve got your head in a rain cloud and you’re not saying a word
Save your soul, fill the whole
Brush the dirt from your hands
Save your soul, you know what it is you must do but you don’t know how
You carry the bible to shadows your heart
While deep down inside you it’s scary and dark
But your eyes don’t deceive us now, as they did in your youth
We all wish you well now, but we long for the truth
Lost and found
Found, but lost
Save your soul, dig the hole
Feel the earth in your hands
Cross your heart and take the vow
Save your soul, fill the whole
Brush the dirt from your hands
Save your soul, you know what it is you must do but you don’t know how
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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You Can Say
04:13
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There’s something in the water that makes me what I am
You can blame the Devil but I’m the one doing the sin
Fac-fac-fac-facsimile nothing’s like it’s supposed to be
Suspicious as it seems I ain’t got no fish
There’s something in the water that makes me what I am
Sisters of the water they will pray for you, you know
Sisters of the water will keep you warm when you are cold
You can say, yeah you can say a prayer for me it’s told
You can say a prayer for me but it won’t save my soul
It’s been a long, long time since I felt any love from you at all
Fac-fac-fac-facsimile nothing’s like it’s supposed to be
Time, time, time it keeps melting off the wall
Sisters of the water they will pray for you, you know
Sisters of the water will keep you warm when you are cold
You can say, yeah you can say a prayer for me it’s told
You can say a prayer for me but it won’t save my soul
Sisters of the water they will pray for you, you know
Sisters of the water will keep you warm when you are cold
Sisters of the water they will pray for you, you know
Sisters of the water will keep you warm when you are cold
You can say, yeah you can say a prayer for me it’s told
You can say a prayer for me but it won’t save my soul
You can say, yeah you can say a prayer for me it’s told
You can say a prayer for me but it won’t save my soul
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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A Year on Hold
02:10
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I’m still rolling out of bed every morning
And sliding into clothes I never fold
Yesterday and last week run together
While other days I don’t even remember that I’ve owned
In this year that I’ve left on hold
Nothing but a year on hold
I set out every day but I just wander
Only me and my thoughts along a road
The breeze against my face keeps on blowing
And the guilt inside my head keeps on growing unconsoled
In this year that I’ve left on hold
Nothing but a year on hold
I’m not eager and I have no ambition
I’m not terrified or full of superstition
I just don’t know what to do
Without the likes of you around this home anymore
In this year on hold
I find myself breathing rather fast
As though my lungs are unattached and there is nothing but a hole
I stay up past four in the morning
Then fall asleep without even a warning or control
In this year that I’ve left on hold
Nothing but a year on hold
I feel anxious though I haven’t any schedule
No must be’s , nothing pressing, or something special
I just don’t know what to do
To soothe away these blues just like a storm…harsh and cold
In this year on hold
Nothing but a year on hold
© Porksword Publishing 2022
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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