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The Last Big Score
04:29
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I got a crew, we’re going to break this place tonight
We’re going to rob we’re going to steal every god damn thing in sight
We’ll wear diamond rings, gold chains, elemental delight
And I won’t go down, won’t go down, without a fight
Just this once, babe, I’m not all talk
you’ve heard me bark that bark, but now I’m gonna walk that walk
Even if you see me end up outlined in chalk
I’m gonna make sure that you’re the big girl on the block
As the sun goes down, we enter from the back
The alarm goes off a little early, but we filled our bags
And we ditched the cops before they could attack
And we got away on a trail they couldn’t track
And I held my head high as I opened your apartment door
With my hair in your hand you’re gonna love me forever more
And our bodies lie naked on the bedroom floor
Gold rains down from heaven after I made the last big score
Gold rains down from heaven after I made the last big score
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The Playground
01:04
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I arrived at the party
My heart beating fast
The feeling is strong
But I know it won’t last
It’s a bullet inside me
Shot from a gun
Bad for me maybe but fun
I spent the night looking for a delicate touch
But ended up with something far more abrupt
Cocaine and drinking rinse and repeat
Numb from my head to feet
I moved from room to room it was a desperate sight
I tried to find god but wound up in a fight
Cuz I didn’t agree with the man on the right
Looks like I’m left, tonight
And the sun came up
I admit I thought about giving up
I pretend that I’m tough
But I cried like the girl you loved a lifetime ago
And you miss her, yeah you miss her so much
As I got up from the punch that left a bruise on my jaw
I stumbled outside and gazed out at in awe
At god’s golden sunset as I sat on the lawn
the most gorgeous thing I ever saw
So I fell to my knees and I started to sing
How I’d leave behind all the material things
I’m on the highest of highs on a playground swing
Bless God almighty and the salvation he brings
And the sun came up
I admit I thought about giving up
I pretend that I’m tough
But I cried like the girl that you loved a lifetime ago
And you miss her, yeah you miss her so much
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The Glory Of God
03:28
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I rob, I steal
And I’m down to make a deal
For the corn whiskey that I lifted from the truck
Those bottles are going fast
Ya better get ‘em while they last
Drink up before they go and you’re out of luck
I live, I’m free
When I’m raging on speed
I’m a like a bullet being shot from a gun
I laugh, I cry
I’ll keep going till I die
But I’ll know that I had a good run
The glory of god is in this bar tonight
Coked up too hard to frown but too drunk to fight
And I’ll bathe in the everlasting light
When i take you in my arms tonight
A good woman’s hard to find
Especially the kind
That’ll put up with ramblin’ and raucous needs
But she takes her time
I once thought I was blind
But by loving her, I can finally see
The glory of god is in my bed tonight
The patron saint of drunkards lay by my side
And I’ll bathe in the everlasting light
When i take you in my arms tonight
The glory of god is in this bar tonight
Coked up too hard to frown but too drunk to fight
And I’ll bathe in the everlasting light
When i take you in my arms tonight
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Grass
05:27
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Sixteen years old not a care in the world
Skipping class with blonde haired girls
Laying in the yard with a guitar getting high
We guess the shapes of the clouds that fill the sky
I was young, and life went fast
Sitting in the sun, smoking grass
Lately all I do is sit behind a screen
My nightly glass of gin and an online magazine
I guess I’m getting to the used to the same old routine
I guess I’m just another gear turning in a digital machine
I miss when I was young, and life went fast
Sitting in the sun, smoking grass
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6. |
It’s No Fun Getting Old
03:18
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The one I love has hate in her heart
I wish I would have known from the start
she laughs when I fall down
She’s taken off my crown
the one I love has hate in her heart
The one I love was never really there
She’d fake a smile for an angry stare
When she said that she loved me
Her love was empty
The one I love was never really there
The one I love has thrown me in the pot
With vegetables, salt and chicken broth
She laughed as I grew brown, my bones she had thrown out
The one I love has thrown me in the pot
The one I love has swallowed me whole
Lettuce, tomato, Ethan on a Kaiser roll
I never had a chance, I did my dance with death
The one I love has swallowed me whole
The one I love has hate in her heart
I wish I would have known from the start
she laughs when I fall down
She’s taken off my crown
the one I love has hate in her heart
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The Book Of Job
04:58
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I was the son of my mother I was the son of my pa
And then I grew up and I’d broken the law
The place where I stood was now the place that I’d crawl
And here I am now playing the fool for you all
Can you believe I was happy can you believe I was king
That I rid of my sorrow and that I’d jump up and sing
Make love to the sun and feel the pleasure it brings
I was a bird in midflight when they cut off my wings
Well they call me the hero from the book of job
If it’s been said well I guess that’s so
It’s true we all die but where do we go
You can fill up a book with the things I don’t know
I envy others for what I lack
Cuz you can’t put in what you can’t give back
Of the things I have lost I cannot keep track
My heart’s become calloused and is fading to black
A sailor is married to the sea for life
The boat is his mistress and the water his wife
For he knows she is just and he knows she is right
So he’ll sail toward the sunset and all through the night
Well they call me the hero from the book of job
If it’s been said well I guess it is so
It’s true we all die but where do we go
You can fill up a book with the things I don’t know
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May 2020
04:42
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I’m alone again
And It’s a little too much
I’m stoned again
And I need your touch
I’m sick, because I don’t want to be ill
Happiness comes in the form of a pill
Klonipin benzodiazepines
Keeps me from dreaming
The chemicals
Keep me from screaming
I want to be held like a child
I want to be in your arms for awhile
I want your love
Let’s pretend, it’s the end
Let’s pretend, it’s the end
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Mustard On My Shirt
03:42
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Here I am again, a little stoned
Hungry and hardened from the road
Gas station dinner, at 2 am
Lonely and lost, without a friend
And I spilled mustard on my shirt
Might as well, lie in the dirt
I spilled mustard on my shirt
Way to add on, to all my hurt
Perhaps I’m too hard on myself
Low E on a six string to hang myself
I actually thought that, late last night
After I fucked up taking a bite
I spilled mustard on my shirt
Might as well, lie in the dirt
I spilled mustard on my shirt
Way to add on, to all my hurt
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What A Beautiful Bird
03:14
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He was one of the good ones
He would answer when I call
He was there for me, but then,
He was there for us all
He lived fast
A glass of vodka in his hand
He had his fun but he was a good man
First name bob, last name byrd
when you fly too high you tend to get burned
What a beautiful bird
The gates of heaven are lined with blonde haired girls
Disc golf courses and vinyl records that swirl
And maybe you’ll come back as a sparrow or a dove
And we’ll all protect you and give you our love
What a beautiful bird
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Carissa In The Morning
04:19
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I’ve heard about the louvre
And all the paintings inside
They’re beautiful
A song that makes you move
It’s beautiful
But nothing compares
Nothing compares
nothing’s as beautiful
As Carissa in the morning
Before, I could stare at the sky
And feel nothing
I’d cry and cry and cry
So I could feel something
But now, I’ve memorized the shape of your face
In your arms, I’ll always feel safe
And nothing compares
Nothing compares
Nothing’s as beautiful
As Carissa in the morning
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Homegrown
05:03
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Homegrown is what I bought from the man
In my band who plays the bass guitar
Put the pipe to my mouth and I find I’m mellowed out
I’m reborn, a brand new man
Homegrown
When I smoke northern lights it gives me quite a fright
I find myself panicked through the night
And they say it’s not as good, but it makes me feel alright
It turns my darkness into light
Homegrown
It is my solace
It is my rain
It ends my sorrow
It ends my pain
It is my beacon
It is my light
Guides me through darkness
It gives me sight
It stops my hurt (Homegrown)
My troubled mind (Homegrown)
We have forever (my love waits for me)
Endless time (asleep at)
To make love and music (homegrown
Never war (homegrown)
Discover what (my love waits for me)
Each other’s bodies are for (asleep at)
It was in the bible (homegrown)
-And it was in our heart (homegrown)
From Nazareth (my love waits for me)
To Capernaum (asleep at)
And I am ready (homegrown)
Im not alone (homegrown)
I am ready (my love waits for me)
Take me home (asleep at)
And I am ready (homegrown)
Im not alone (homegrown)
I am ready (my love waits for me)
Take me home (asleep at home)
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Ethan Larsh Waynesboro, Pennsylvania
Constantly exploring different genres and mediums to make music, Ethan Larsh’s constant is his ability to write authentic, sometimes deeply personal lyrics, to create memorable hooks, and to deliver a discernible energy and vibe that is inescapable in both his live and recorded work. ... more
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