1. |
Little White Diamonds
02:53
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I wish that my baby was waiting at home,
sleeping in our bed with her nightgown on,
but she’s not there, no
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.
Wake up in the morning and I work ’til night,
want to love her long in the candle-light,
but she’s not there, no,
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.
When she’s gone in the night the air turns thin and cold,
like the little white diamonds of her long-lost soul.
No she’s not there, no,
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.
She sailed across the ocean looking for herself.
Who am I to blame her when I did as well,
oh now she’s not there no,
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.
Lay awake and wonder with a worried mind,
was it worth the heartache or just wasting time,
oh now she’s not there no,
looks like I’m sleeping alone.
When she’s gone, in the night the air turns thin and cold,
like the little white diamonds of her long-lost soul,
no she’s not there no,
looks like I’m sleeping alone.
I wish that my baby was waiting at home,
sleeping in our bed with her nightgown on,
but she’s not there no,
looks like I’m sleeping alone.
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2. |
Sailor's Journey
03:19
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I’ll make a home of that ocean, you’ll see.
You’ve already lost.
I’m not the kind of guy
who wonders why the stars align at night.
I don’t need to ask. I don’t need to ask.
You can’t keep the past, so don’t even ask.
I’d do about anything to know just one truth,
but I learned long ago
the apples all got eaten.
A sailor’s journey never truly ends,
baptized but born of sin,
condemned to always repeat the past,
repeat the past, repeat the past,
so don’t even ask,
Cause shit creek’s only hip-deep
if your sea-legs are long enough,
shit creek’s only hip-deep
if your sea-legs are long enough,
so hop on over the side,
the water’s fine there where you are (x4)
Any time you want.
All the time you need.
Anything at all.
Any time you want.
All the time you need.
Anything at all.
I’ll make a home of that ocean, you’ll see.
You’ve already lost.
I’d do about anything to know just one truth,
but I learned long ago
the apples all got eaten.
I’m not the kind of guy
who wonders why the stars align at night.
I don’t need to ask
A sailor’s journey never truly ends,
baptized but born of sin,
condemned to always repeat the past
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3. |
Thinkin' of You
03:49
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Day breaks on the treetops,
tomorrow’s just begun.
Mamma said every new day
brings something good to come,
but I’ve been waiting all night
for these teardrops to dry,
and you still ain’t come home.
Sun sets on my garden,
darkens yesterday.
My phone ain’t rang one time
since you went away.
No, you’re gone,
and I can’t stop thinkin' of you.
And the thought of sleep
is just an empty sigh.
My weary days
turning into nights.
And all I want
is to hear your laughter
one more time.
I should move on,
but baby I just
can’t stop crying.
Where you gone?
And with who?
Lord I’ve spent so long,
yes so long,
thinkin' of you.
Oh, you’re gone,
and I can’t stop
thinkin' of you.
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4. |
Every Thing
04:57
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Every step I take,
I’m bumping into myself, isn’t that strange?
Isn’t that strange?
Every face I see
is one I’ve already passed on this street.
The ones I never meet.
Every mistake I make,
it feels like one that I’ve already made,
and I’m afraid to make.
Every word I speak,
I spoke before, I told this joke last week.
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened, don’t you believe me?
Don’t you believe me?
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened,
you’ll see when you leave me.
Every flash of light
has passed as fast as it came into sight.
Off to that eternal night.
Everything alive
already died out there some point in time.
It’s just a matter of time.
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened, don’t you believe me?
Don’t you believe me?
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened,
you’ll see when you leave me.
And in a dream angels came and sang,
“The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.”
They said, “The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.”
They said, “The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.”
And they told me when I die,
all the oceans and skies
they’ll enfold me.
Yes they told me when I die,
all the oceans and skies
they’ll enfold me.
Yes they told me when I die,
all the oceans and skies
they’ll enfold me.
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened, don’t you believe me?
Don’t you believe me?
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened,
you’ll see when you leave me.
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My baby says she’s gonna be a pornstar
Oh she’s gonna make her dreams come true
She called to tell me on
New Year’s Eve saying, “Baby I love you,
and I want you with me always
and forever by my side,
but I can’t keep getting older,
sitting her wondering why I never
tried doing the only thing I think I’m good at
while I’m alive.”
My baby said she’s gonna be a pornstar.
Lord what was I to do?
She was hangin’ on the line for a reply
so I said, “My love, I love you too.
Baby I don’t own you.
You’re free to go and choose
any life you like.
My heart’s still yours, you know it's true.
The only thing that makes me happy girl is your happiness,
so go be alive.”
Baby said she’s gonna be a pornstar,
and who am I to say
what she does with her own damn body?
Sex and love, they were never the same thing.
See I lost some lovers
when my jealous mind took hold,
and I’m here to tell you brother,
I ain’t ever gonna go back down that road again.
I’ve been alive long enough to know
that a woman’s love is all about the soul,
so I guess I’m fine if her heart is mine
and her sweet behind is doing 9:00 to 5:00 while I’m home.
Yes I’ve been alive long enough to know
that a woman’s love is all about the soul,
so I guess I’m fine if her heart is mine
and her sweet behind is doing 9:00 to 5:00 while I’m home.
Yes I guess I’m fine if her heart is mine
and her sweet behind is doing 9:00 to 5:00 while I’m home.
Yes I guess I’m fine if her heart is mine
and her sweet behind is getting 69-ed while I’m home.
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6. |
Hope to Be Loved
05:14
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Hope.
Hope to be loved.
Hope to be held at night,
when all the storms are over.
Oh hope, hope to be loved.
Hope that a rainy spring
means sunshine’s on its way.
Hold,
hold tight
cause it may not seem so now,
but soon we’ll be getting older.
Oh hold, hold onto everyone,
cause there’s not a single sign
our savior’s on his way.
It’s so easy to intellectualize
what love means.
You can get lost in the thought,
caught up, open eyes in bed,
or you can go back
to the things themselves.
To the bodies,
to the sensory perception
above and underneath,
to the feelings on the tongues and tips
of fingers against lusted lips,
to the five-act play of night and day,
to the waves of light and sound.
In the material love abounds.
Hope.
Hope to be loved.
Hope to be held at night,
when all the storms are over.
Oh hope, hope to be loved.
Hope that a rainy spring
means sunshine’s on its way.
It’s so easy to intellectualize
what love means.
You can get lost in the thought,
caught up, open eyes in bed,
or you can go back
to the things themselves.
To the bodies,
to the sensory perception
above and underneath,
to the feelings on the tongues and tips
of fingers against lusted lips,
to the five-act play of night and day,
to the waves of light and sound.
In the material love abounds.
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The Atkins Tent Revival Austin, Texas
The Atkins Tent Revival is the new solo project by Waco, Texas native Ben Atkins. The Revival, currently based in Argentina, combines influences from blues, country, soul, folk, gospel, and rock music in their new EP Getting Older. This genre-blending musical narrative chronicles our singer’s journey for truth through love and heart-break, and back again. ... more
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