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Paddle Out
03:44
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I found myself in the paddle out towards the waves.
I felt my soul in the middle of riding a dream.
It can't, no it can't be explained.
I found myself in the stillness of dancing flames.
I felt my soul in the middle of chasing my shame.
It can't, no it can't be explained
'Cause the eye is the sun when my dreams come undone.
When I'm afraid your hair is grace, falling in waves.
Hold me steady.
Hold me strange.
I found myself in the stillness of dancing flames
I felt my soul in the middle of chasing my shame
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Working Man
03:50
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I saw the devil in the coal mines. Bloody hands on his shovel as he dug through the rubble and he found his trouble in the power lines.
I saw the devil in the prison man. He tore the boulder from the shoulder of another man. He called himself the working man.
He said pour down the whiskey son. Go wear your hat and boots. Be quick to draw your gun. Aim small. Let loose. Or don’t draw your gun.
Don’t draw your gun. Don’t draw your gun. Don’t draw your gun. No. No.
Kentucky drugs for the camera man. He hides the pillars while he shoots you from the promised land. He calls himself the working man.
Kentucky rubble for a few lines. We trade our mountains for a few dimes counting dollar bill signs for a fountain built on shoe shines.
Don’t draw your gun. Don’t draw your gun. Don’t draw your gun.
We all feel fire in mercy. We all dance behind the scenes. We all go marching to the reaper to the beat of silver dreams. We all see hell while we’re living. We all make love within the flames. We all see gods while we’re giving, loving and leaving and taking away.
Don’t draw your gun.
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Star Chariot
04:03
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Winter’s come and I’ve undone all the things that I’ve become without you.
All the songs that I have sung never quite roll off my tongue to doubt you.
I’m tearing at the seams. It’s terrifying. They are calling me out of my dreams.
I can see it in the fields dancing for the sun. I’m not the only one.
I’m not coming home I’ll spare you. The riddles laid in stone will scare you.
Saddle up your home grown fair views. We are not alone.
Hey Hey’s
Well there’s a story in my heart. I won’t let worry tear it apart. Come on now, show me all your scars. We are not alone. No.
I’m not coming home I’ll spare you. The riddles laid in stone will scare you.
Saddle up your home grown fair views. We are not alone.
Hey Hey’s
Yeah I’m a chariot of stars. Yeah, love will carry this to mars. Yeah.
I’m not coming home I’ll spare you. The riddles laid in stone will scare you.
Saddle up your home grown fair views. We are not alone.
Hey Hey’s
I’m not coming home.
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Jolly Roger
04:12
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Look at the bright lights. Look at the bright lights where we’ll be swimming when we die. Look at the night sky. Look at the night sky where the stars have always shined.
I’m stalking all the tricksters down from outer space. Talkin’ like a hipster just to save some face. I swore I could’ve kissed them for the words they say. Their pouring down their wisdom like amazing grace.
I get way down. Oh I get way down the rabbit hole.
I came in 1987 like a cannon ball. Everybody needs another wrecking ball – Hey!
I am a lion, sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in – Hey!
I don’t need your diamond rings. I aint got no use for money, honey. I don’t need your Cadillac or Porsche. Put me on the old knight’s horse. I’m flying like canaries out of La Rochelle to change the dictionary for the New World spell. Tossin’ all my dollars down a wishing well because dreaming is too daring if you’re scared of hell.
I get way down. Oh, I get way down the rabbit hole.
I came in 1987 like a cannon ball. Everybody needs another wrecking ball – Hey!
I am a lion, sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in – Hey!
Look at the bright lights. Look at the bright lights where we’ll be swimming when we die. Look at the night sky. Look at the night sky where the stars have always shined.
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Josh Royse Los Angeles, California
He is the salty voice of road worn grit fresh off the farm of the Oklahoma panhandle. Employing a coy lyricism as he crafts love songs with abstract tangents of astral inquiry combined with the human struggle of a young man who has loved, lost and learned so much on his journey. Josh’s catchy songs, contagious energy and tight band has you humming his tunes for days. ... more
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