1. |
Pocket Waltz
03:39
|
|||
|
I wish that you fit in my pocket
We'd never be apart
I wish that you fit in my pocket
I'd keep you right here by my heart
I'd take you with me when I wander
And oh all the places we'd see
And then maybe I won't get lost
When I wander, 'cause you're wanderin' with me
I have some friends that I don't see
I have some friends I don't call
But if you dropped us off on the corner
I swear by god we'd have a ball
We'd sing songs and lift up our glasses
And toast to the very first time
We sang tura-lura-lura
That's and Irish Lullaby
I hope to see you in a dream tonight
I hope that you'll sing me a song
With the moon in the sky, and sand in my eyes
I'll be dreamin' and singin' along
Tura lura lura
Tura lura lie
Tura lura lura
Hush now don't you cry
For though I may travel and wander
I do not travel alone
I'll take you with me, wherever I go
And we'll call this wide world our home
Oh we'll call this wide world our home
|
||||
2. |
All for a Song
03:52
|
|||
|
I'm only sober when I'm dreaming
I'm only stoned when I'm awake
And lately this job's got me feeling
Like my whole life is a mistake
I love the feeling when I'm leaving
But I can't seem to stay away
I'm only happy when I'm bleeding
That's why I choose to live this way
And I'm only in it for the money
I lost my passion long ago
And a few may find this funny
but I'm out here fighting for my soul
I pray this love I've found sustains me
Until I have to let it go
But I'm only in it for the money
And I just thought you all should know
Oh how I've cried
And how I've weeped and sighed
All for a song
Just for a song
*Bar talk*
Oh how I've cried
And how I've weeped and sighed
All for a song
Just for a song
That's why I live or die by pen-strokes,
Rhythm and chords and melody
And it may seem strange to some folks
But these simple songs have set me free
I pray this love I've found sustains me
But somedays I just don't know
Oh and this love I've found might kill me
But I can't seem to let it go,
Oh no no no...
This love I've found will kill me
And I don't wanna let it go
|
||||
3. |
Way Out There
04:11
|
|||
|
Way out there,
I heard somebody crying
Way out there,
I'm sure somebody's lonely
And I hope they know
It ain't just them only
Everybody's lonely
Way out there
And way up there,
I see billions of stars
@ay up there,
They all shine so bright
But way down here,
They're nothing but old light
yet my world's still dreamy
way down here tonight
And underground,
the worms may be digging
And underground,
The roots are all reaching
But underground,
Ain't nobody preaching
So why not keep dreamin' our lives away
|
||||
4. |
It Hurts
01:21
|
|||
5. |
Nothing But Time
04:09
|
|||
|
I used to have dreams
But then I woke up
I used to hustle
Man I did try
But now I ain't got no
Got got no big ambitions
Don't ask me what I got,
I ain't got nothing but time.
And I used to burn bright
But then I burned out
I had potential
Man I did shine
But now I ain't got no
Light, heat, or smoke
Don't ask my what I got
I ain't got nothing but time
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh nothing but time (nothing but time)
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh~!
And I used to get High
I got knocked-out loaded
I used to drink vodka
In soda with a lime
But now I ain't got no
Cause to call for a toast
Don't ask me what I got
I ain't got nothing but time
And I used to get drunk
On that holy water
And I know Jesus
turned my water to wine
But now I ain't got no
Got no holy father
Don't ask me what I got
I ain't got nothing but time
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh nothing but time (nothing but time)
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh~!
I used to sing songs
from a muddy old hymnal
I cried "Jesus, On the main line!"
But now I ain't got no
Got no song to sing you
Don't ask me what I got
I ain't got nothing but time
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh nothing but time (nothing but time)
Nothing but time (nothing but time)
Oh~!
Ohhhh~!
Ohhhhhhhh~!
|
||||
6. |
Dancing Alone
03:25
|
|||
|
Well I'm dancing alone
At a happenin' place
To Auld Lang Syne
On the last evening of the year
With a drink in my hand
And a frown on my face
I swear I'd be smiling
I'd be smiling if you were here
But maybe this time next year
I won't be dancing alone
And maybe this time next year
I could be taking you home
Instead of dancing alone
And feeling lonely
To Auld Lang Syne
On the last evening of the year
But maybe this time next year
I won't be dancing alone
And maybe this time next year
I could be taking you home
Instead of dancing alone
As the clock strikes midnight
To Auld Lang Syne
To Auld Lang Syne
To Auld Lang Syne
On the Last evening of the year
|
||||
7. |
Last Time
03:51
|
|||
|
I used to care, I used to try
I used to have a plan
But it seems my plans have gone awry
I used to have ambition
I was a motivated man
But now I'm lucky if I'm getting by
So I called out to god in heaven, "Save me if you please!
'Cause it seems that all my schemes have come undone."
And he said, "Son I've tried to tell you, but you don't understand,
The last time was the last I'll reach down my mighty hand."
I used to wake up early
And used to stay out late
I used to sell my moments by the hour
I used to laugh at notions
Of the potency of fate
But fate has turned all my sweet moments sour
So I called out to god in heaven, "Save me if you please!
'Cause it seems that all my schemes have come undone."
And he said, "Son I've tried to tell you, but you don't understand,
The last time was the last I'll reach down my mighty hand.
You keep sayin' that you love me, but you don't know who I am."
So I called out to god in heaven, "Save me if you please!
'Cause it seems that all my schemes have come undone."
And he said, "Son I've tried to tell you, but you don't understand,
The last time was the last I'll reach down my mighty hand.
You keep sayin' that you love me, but you don't know who I am,
I burn down your cities, and turn your castles into sand.
Oh last time was the last time,
'Cause this time...
Oh this time...
I don't give a damn."
|
||||
8. |
Call Me
04:52
|
|||
|
Hey, I've got your number
And you've got mine
So why don't you call me?
Maybe I should call you sometime
I mean...
I mean, how busy could we actually be?
I saw you sitting all by yourself
Draining a bottle from the very top shelf
I mean...
I mean, hey buddy, hand that bottle to me
(And then tell me all about it)
Don't carry that weight all alone
Don't hesitate to pick up your phone
Please just reach right out and call me
'Cause you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
I wrote you a letter
Oh I wrote you a song
I hoped that you'd help me by singing along
I need...
To be... understood, damn that's something to be
(You're telling me...)
Don't carry that weight all alone
Don't hesitate to pick up your phone
Please just reach right out and call me
'Cause you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
Yeah you can call me for anything at all
You can call me for anything
You can call me for anything
You can call me for anything
You can call me for anything
Anything at all
|
||||
9. |
Hard Going
05:04
|
|||
|
Ain't there something 'bout the moonlight
To make you miss your home
Ain't there something 'bout that starlight
To make you feel alone
Ain't there something 'bout the wind blowin'
Ain't there something 'bout the snow snowin'
There's something 'bout the moonlight
When it's hard, hard going
Ain't there something 'bout those white lines
To make you feel alive
Ain't there something 'bout those back roads
And the late night drives
Something 'bout rolling down your window
With the radio on soft and low
There's something 'bout those white lines
When it's hard, hard going
When It's hard hard going
Feels like I can't go on
Everything I see
Is going wrong
When It's hard hard going
Can't even sing my songs
I guess I'll have to wait
Hope it don't take too long
Ain't there something 'bout those dark nights
When you just can't sleep
Ain't there something 'bout those dark thoughts
The ones that start to creep
Questions with answers that you can't know
So let the wind blow, and the snow snow
There's something 'bout those dark nights
When it's hard hard going
When It's hard hard going
Feels like I can't go on
When everything I see is going wrong
When It's hard hard going
Can't even sing my songs
I guess I'll have to wait
I guess I'll have to wait
I guess I'll have to wait
I guess I'll have to wait
I guess I'll have to wait
Hope it don't take too long
|
||||
10. |
Love and Trust
04:00
|
|||
Kyle Reid Norman, Oklahoma
Kyle Reid is an Engineer/Producer, a Jazz/Folk Singer/Songwriter, and a beatmaker creating sounds for your ears.
If you like Kyle Reid, you may also like:
John Calvin Abney/M. Lockwood Porter (split b-sides)
by John Calvin Abney
supported by 6 fans who also own “Love and Trust (In the Age of St. Sugar Britches)”
Always such a thoughtful lyricist and constructs such meaningful music. Great live and such a kind soul. If these are B sides? Damn🤣
go to album
Familiar Ground
by John Calvin Abney
supported by 6 fans who also own “Love and Trust (In the Age of St. Sugar Britches)”
Absolutely one of the most gifted songwriters and musicians alive right now. I cannot say enough about every single album he’s ever made. He discusses the intricacies of human emotion so well. Being a compassionate artist who has lived some days and seen some things adds to his ability to write such powerful meaningful songs that often pull at heartstrings & make you feel something real every time you listen to his music. I listen to tons of artists ranging many genres & he is 1 of the bes
go to album
Wildfire Suite
by John Calvin Abney
supported by 5 fans who also own “Love and Trust (In the Age of St. Sugar Britches)”
go to album
The Room
by Fabiano do Nascimento & Sam Gendel
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 9, 2024
go to album
A Place Like Home
by Mr. Alec Bowman_Clarke
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements.
go to album
Isasa makes contemplative and emotionally rich fingerstyle guitar in the mode of John Fahey and Jack Rose.
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “Love and Trust (In the Age of St. Sugar Britches)”
An Okie Masterpiece.
go to album
