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What A Mess
03:04
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Oh my lord, my mind can't think straight, it won't hesitate to overthink
The little things, that are on my brain that keep me awake
Oh damn them things
As my eyes look down, I see the bottle im holding
Is the closest thing there is to a heartbreak potion
Oh what a mess
Oh my arms they always reach for things I can't keep
Oh damn them things
My lips they say the sweetest things, but not for me
This feels like make believe
But I'm gonna shake these blues, and all these feelings
Feels like someone cut my line but I'm still reeling
Oh what a mess
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The Sorrow I Had
02:27
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Hey bartender pour me something strong, I've had a rough one I need something to keep me chugging along
I'm gonna sit here till the sky turns blue, so bartender pour your strongest brew
Well I've had a long one, been a hell of a ride, Im holding it together
But down deep im crying inside, I'm gonna drink me a cup of strong liquor
Cause the sorrow I had last night just got bigger
My reefers junk, bills are overdue, my baby left, oh lord ain't it a mess
But I'll be alright cause i'm here tonight, and bartender I know you pour em high
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Magic Woman
02:53
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There's a road in the woods with a house to the right, where a magic woman lives inside
I'm gonna walk on up, introduce myself to this magic woman and buy me a spell
Well my heart’s been heavy been quite a load, I need a magic woman to save my soul
So mix your herbs, you seeds a spell just for me, how many potions do you have for me to drink
Your the only one I know who could take this love from me, magic woman set me free
What's in your cauldron smells of delight, it smells of something that could bring me life
She sets me down, tilts my head back, as I drift off in this woodland shack
What have I done, have I sought right, will this magic woman show me the light
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Dollar
02:20
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Boss man makes a dollar, I make a dime
But I bust my ass here on company time
I'm gonna have to save a few stacks and get out of this hole
The boss man makes a dollar, while i sell my soul
My backs a killing, my heads a aching
This hurtin’ ain't worth the peanuts im making
One day i'll swing these doors wide, ill be set free
No man will hold me down by my collar believe me
I've got me a good woman, and she deserves the best
I can't give her that with this weight on my chest
Im’a have to put my foot down, boss man listen here
We’re runnin off to the hills, I no longer work here
All the silver and gold this world has to give
I know it could never buy happiness
So imma live my life the way i see best
The boss man makes a dollar, I couldn't care less
So break these chains that bind me, im running off leaving the old world behind me
I'm leaving now to a new land, That boss man dont have no hold on this new man
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Anthony Wilkerson Columbia, Missouri
Nothing cuts straighter to the evocation of heartbreak than a finely written tune, and the man is full of em.
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