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HOLDING PATTERN

Holding Pattern

So I tried to call you
I’m waiting while the phone rings
Maybe you’re sleeping
Or busy with your own things

I’ll write it in a letter
Send it in a bottle
Walk it to your front door
And then hope to God that you’re not home

We’re holding in a pattern
Nothing really happens
I wish sometimes things wouldn’t go to plan
In a holding pattern 
And I’m afraid to land

Moving through the years and
Going through the motions
When loving is familiar
And dressed up as devotion

We colour by numbers
Take it all for granted
The thing we don’t remember 
Is the flame that came before the ash

We’re holding in a pattern
Nothing really happens
I wish I didn’t have to be the one to put out my hand
In a holding pattern 
And I’m afraid to land

It’s the way the earth moves round the sun
The way that we do what we’ve always done

So I tried to call you
I’m waiting while the phone rings
Standing at your front door
And hoping to God that you’re not home

Born into a pattern
Where nothing really happens
I wish sometimes things wouldn’t go to plan
In a holding pattern 
And I’m afraid to land
In a holding pattern 
I’m holding out my hand


LITTLE HISTORY

Little History

I’m gonna drink that bottle over there
I’m sinking it down oh I ain’t got a care
We don’t need that kind of negativity
When they say it’s too early, get a little sleep

Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history
Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history

Let it go worry bout it tomorrow
You gotta breathe and have another round
We’re just having a little fun sitting back
Won’t you pass me the rum

Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history
Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history

Yeah

Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history

Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history
Cause we don’t have to worry till the sun comes up
Dancing all night
Oh we are gonna make a little history

Oh we are gonna make a little history
Oh we are gonna make a little history


Devil’s Drink

Devil's Drink

He knows where I’ve been
He knows where I’m going
He hears us talking in the wind

I see him everywhere
I can feel that burning stare
I swear he’s following me

Well I’m trying I’m trying to shake him off
But everything I do keeps bringing him back
I’m trying I’m trying to shake him off
Everything I do keeps bringing him

Lord oh lord he’s coming after me
Give me that holy water to spike the devil’s drink
Baby I ain’t gonna pray
That won’t keep him away
Lord oh lord he’s coming after me

He’s walking down the street
He looks just like you and me
He’s got a smile that chills your soul

I’ve got to get out of this small town
Before he knocks on my door

Well I’m trying I’m trying to shake him off
But everything I do keeps bringing him back
I’m trying I’m trying to shake him off
Everything I do keeps bringing him

Lord oh lord he’s coming after me
Give me that holy water to spike the devil’s drink
Baby I ain’t gonna pray
That won’t keep him away
Lord oh lord he’s coming after me
Coming after me
Coming after me
Coming after me


Humming Chain

Humming Chain

Break the humming chain
Set the rusty bones free
Lift the black off their knees
Tip your hat and say thank you please
Break the humming chain

Black bones break today
You don’t feel hell’s rain
Let the children weep
You don’t lose no sleep

Break the humming chain
Ooh
Break the humming chain
Ooh

See his crawling lungs
Feel the cold barefoot faith
Ring the black bells, no one’s safe
Eyes down no tall man’s gun

Break the humming chain
Ooh
Break the humming chain
Ooh

Birds crawlin
Snakes talking
Trees a walkin
Heads thumpin
Chains a breakin
Black man walkin

Break the humming chain
Ooh
Break the humming chain
Ooh
Break the humming chain
Ooh
Break the humming chain
Ooh

Black beatin
Black bleeding
Knees knockin
Father fading
Faster facing
A dead man’s song