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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




