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Simple
02:00
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I long for food
I long for wine
I long for simple things
just as time
I long for so much
I long for coffee
I long for books
I long for movies
but just the good
I long for so much
I long for postcards
I long for songs
I long for mountains
and to feel the sun
I long for so much
but almost nothing costs a lot
I long for so
all the simple stuff
I long for concerts
I long for sweat
I long for your love
I long for sex
I long for so much
but almost nothing costs a lot
I long for
all the simple stuff
I long for so much
that doesn't have a plug
I long for
all the simple stuff
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2. |
Cardboardsigns
03:34
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A Nashville summer's eve
swing doors are spitting out a blend of
cold air, beer, and perfect harmonies
They said broadway
was the place to be
for the up and coming, the down and drinkers
they all are stumblin' 'round and they don't see
That this patch of concrete
was a home to him
that these dirt-stained shoes are too hard to walk in
Life ain't fair
no life ain't easy here
if you're born into the wrong part of town
if you lost connection to the ground
There's just a few bucks
in his plastic cup
they say in god we trust
but down here all hope's lost
I don't wanna blame Nashville
your city or your streets
maybe we're just all to blame for
putting our, over other people's needs
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3. |
Lord Of The Swamps
03:22
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I am the alligator king
I am the lord of the swamps
I'm down with the heat
I'm one with the sun
I was raised next to the place
where I once buried my mom
I'm down with the rain
I dance with the storms
When Louisiana skies prepare for darkness
and the beauty of the wild makes room for primal fear
I am hoping and I'm wishing
that there is something more to come
I cross my fingers, I knock on wood
one day I'll leave for something good
but with the morning comes another day in the swamps
In a cajun shack
two feet above the mud
she said „I see the swamp's
your future, you present and past.“
I was staring at the chicken heads
and scared by the blood
that night I took a crown
for that I never asked
When Louisiana skies prepare for darkness
and the beauty of the wild makes room for primal fear
I am hoping and I'm wishing
that there is something more to come
I cross my fingers, I knock on wood
one day I'll leave for something good
but then the morning comes, another day out in the swamps
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4. |
Autopilot Off
02:58
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Heading down the same road
for almost 15 years.
I can't get my way wrong
cause I got the autopilot on.
Stopped asking questions
cause that's just what you do
when things don't go wrong,
you just keep the autopilot on.
I Always put the pedal to the floor
Instead of shifting gears
I'll stomp my heavy foot right on the brake
and spin the steering wheel.
Got stuck in traffic,
feels like a goddamn year,
my patience long gone
it think the autopilot's wrong.
I take the hard shoulder,
the next exit is mine.
With a blink of my eye
the autopilot days gone bye.
I Always put the pedal to the floor
Instead of shifting gears
I'll stomp my heavy foot right on the brake
and spin the steering wheel.
Everyone gets lost from time to time,
but that's all right.
If you go past the exit, just don't mind
spin the steering wheel, be sure to be on the right side
put the pedal to the floor and drive
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Something old, something new
something borrowed and blue
and a silver sixpence lying in your shoe
You're just your fathers son
the same frame, you're both born under suburb suns.
Just like his father once,
every day he turns the shop sign behind dusty glass.
Something old, something new
something borrowed and blue
and a silver sixpence lying in your shoe
you got your mother's hair
the precious heart, the smile with flickers of despair.
Just like her mom she wears
the apron with those daisies and she takes good care.
Something old, something new
something borrowed and blue
and a silver sixpence lying in your shoe
You have your own eyes
a different, troubled angsty and a 'lil messed up mind
know blends of black and white
you're living in different worlds, living in different times
And you know it's gonna break they're hearts,
and you're sure it's not okay,
there's times to speak, times to be quiet
there's times to run away.
Something stolen, not new,
something darker than blue,
and a silver sixpence slipping through the holes in our shoes
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Some of us are left with broken hearts
some of us have whiskey shivers
some of us are stuck in their past
some of us had their skin grew thicker
some of us went through more than a lot
some of us might have grown bitter
Tonight I drink alone, I raise my glass
Here's to what happens to the best of us
Here's to what happens to the best, to the best of us
It makes us who we are, here's to everything we lost, 's to the best of us
Some of us learned that only a few things last
some of us lost someone that they loved
some of us considered giving up
some of us returned to fights long lost
some of us spend too much time with what
some of us said would really matter
Here's to what happens to the best of us
Here's to what happens to the best, to the best of us
It makes us who we are, here's to everything we lost, here's to the best of us
They say we all have weight to carry
No need to lift it on your own
Let's reach out with helping hands
Let's just make gravel out of stones
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7. |
Monochrome
03:36
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It's all grey outside
I know before I open my eyes
No matter what the weather's like,
sunlights a lack of warmth and shines sheer white
It all feels pale inside
like a photograph faded by time
I hope she won't recognize
worries won't put color between lines
Did someone change the film, 'cause all I see is monochrome
I'm colorblind
I'm kinda homeless in this house tonight
I'm colorblind
And all I see is monochrome
Demons left of the night
grubbing colors leaving only black and white
they're walking by my side
like dark clouds I just can't get off your mind
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8. |
Bareknuckle Fights
03:33
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It started with hugs and high-fives
and led to arguments about what was right
we put our boxing gloves on and had our little fake fights
with some blood on our lips and a little bit of crying
we've come a long way from where we started
I gave you my best shot, but you just pushed your luck
that's how we ended in a
how we got stuck in this
Bareknuckle fight
in a bareknuckle fight
I don't wanna be that kid that pulls out a knife
in a bareknuckle fight
I got tired of fighting 'bout is who is right
I'll just wave a white flag and touch the ground for three times
the only way out is to leave or to die
so you better step aside
we've come a long way from where we started
I gave you my best shot, but you just pushed your luck
that's how we ended in a
how we got stuck in this
Bareknuckle fight
in a bareknuckle fight
I don't wanna be that kid that pulls out a knife
in a bareknuckle fight
I un-clench my fist
show you my back
I leave you with a nod
of my heavy head
I un-clench my fist
I step aside
I leave all you all alone
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9. |
Everything That Matters
02:59
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If everything that matters' your new mattress
I'm just fine if you go straight to bed
I remember we once talked about, dreams and fears, we made the wildest plans instead
say, say, say it, man I won't laugh
and I promise I'll try not to judge you
for what you are
tell me what makes you shit your pants
what suits you well
I'll sit and listen, you'll just tell
If your only thrill is caused by your next paycheck
just go ahead and buy yourself new friends
I'm fine to scratch the topic but don't wanna spend my days talking about cash
say say say it, man I won't laugh
and I promise I'll try not to judge you
for what you are
tell me what makes you shit your pants
what suits you well
I'll sit and listen, you'll just tell
And I know that's not your fault at all
Maybe it's society's or mine
And I know that almost everybody rolls that way
Maybe I'm just none of that kind
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John Steam Jr. Nuremberg, Germany
Underneath John Steam Jr’s intelligent, introspective songwriting lies a deep-rooted fascination for a bygone dusty,
Nashville sound.
Equally well-received from stickered-up DIY-clubs, and stages among tractors and chicken
coops, to larger club and festival stages. Songs that are served straight up with trademark charm, a
sparkling wit and a disarming honesty.
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