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Prisoner
04:40
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Bleeding Out
06:01
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Bleeding Out
Verse 1:
I'm bleedin out slowly, livin a life set on cruise
Been keeping me numb with plenty of pills, smoke and booze
There's something to be said bout' a life where there's nothin’ to lose
I'm bleedin' out slowly and doin' whatever I choose
Verse 2:
Through the heartache and tearshed there's not much of me left to find
Can hardly remember the faces left so far behind
Was a dealer of sorrow, now I'm being paid back in kind
I'm bleedin' out slowly, and losing the rest of my mind
I'm bleedin' out slowly, and all by my own damn design
Chorus:
Well, My life passes by like a blur in my eye
Everyday like the last, but it ain't no surprise
Got no need to revisit the ghosts from before....so I tip back that bottle and I light up one more
I been livin my life long enough to know what I'm about....and I'm thinkin I'll stick to the comfort of just bleedin' out
Verse 3:
When your heads not in it, it's hard to turn all the gears
Well if that is true, my shits been busted for years
They say if you're a believer that God will destroy all your fears
I'd let him take the wheel, but I don't like the way that he stears
I’d let him take the wheel, but that bastards had too many beers
Chorus:
Well, My life passes by like a blur in my eye
Everyday like the last, but it ain't no surprise
No need to revisit the ghosts from before....so I tip back that bottle and I light up one more
I been livin my life long enough to know what I'm about....and I'm thinkin I'll stick to the comfort of just bleedin' out
I'll take that sweet comfort, the comfort of just bleedin' out
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Never Met a Demon (That I didn’t like)
Verse 1
Well I been Chasing that dragon so long,
my feet are tired
Been touched by the breath,
but only once by the fire
It’s a balancing act,
I’m like a vulture on a wire
Surrounded by Demons, the Devil and Hellfire
Verse 2
I remember the first time,
oww the feeling was immense
Til the devil came and marked me
with his bloody fingerprints
Always been real good at usin’ common sense
Til the monkey on my back jumped off and run me up a fence
Chorus
Well I’m a walkin’ myself through life
When it begins
Struck by all the creatures invitin’ me in
Never with an angel would I choose to dwell
Rather be with the demons, that know me so well
A pint of ol’ Jim, a joint, or a Lucky Strike
Maybe I belong in Hell…….. (Maybe he belongs in hell)
I’d like to lie and tell you I put up a fight
But I never met a demon, no I never met a demon…...that I didn’t like
Verse 3
Some folks need Jesus and therapy
for making them feel swell
As for me I’m mighty fine
just a-raisin’ me some hell
So grab your cup of poison and sit with me a spell
Tip it back, til it goes pitch black
Bid reality fare-well
Verse 4
Tell me what to do
and I don’t like it very well
But like that old mans dogs
I come-a runnin’ for the dinner bell
The road was gettin’ rough
Lord, I was walkin’ then I fell
That’s when the devil said to me
You’ve got a soul to sell
Chorus
Well I’m a walkin’ myself through life
When it begins
Struck by all the creatures invitin’ me in
Never with an angel would I choose to dwell
Rather be with the demons, that know me so well
A pint of ol’ Jim, a joint, or a Lucky Strike
Maybe I belong in Hell…(maybe he belongs in hell)
I’d like to lie and tell you I put up a fight
But I’ve never met a demon, no I never met a demon... that I didn’t like
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4. |
Ain't Me
04:19
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Ain't Me
An honest vulture has no shame
No need to blame
Just feeds on death and tragedy.
And it's the truth that I'm the same
I've played the game
Picked every bone that I've found clean.
Been told my whole life
I got trouble knowin' right from wrong.
Every decision bad,
my will too weak and
head too strong.
They say give up the fight,
just turn your tail and flee,
But they can't see
That just ain't me.
Been burned and busted, thrown away,
be as it may.
I'll keep shootin from the hip.
I turned my ashes into clay,
mold my own way.
Despite this balance I still trip.
Up on your pulpits,
you try telling me where I belong.
I've never needed you,
Have always written my own song
Won't spend my whole life chasing
someone else's dream
You'll come to see,
That just ain't me.
Whoaaah open your eyes
Whoaaah you'll realize
Whoaaah I see the lies
Don't act surprised
Your brimstone crumbles to the ground
A broken crown
Forever more I ain't your clown.
Don't care what I've been told
Don't care what faults others may find
I know what's right and wrong
Not listening to weakened minds
Won't take no solace in a
God of make believe
No praise to be,
No hail to thee,
I'm eating fruit straight from that tree,
I guarantee
That just ain't me.
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5. |
Bottoms Up
03:46
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Bottoms Up
Been so damn long I've had this fire burning underneath my skin,
But I know I'll never change.
With every waking hour, desire blinds my mind, begs me to sin,
So I do it all again.
Ohhhhhh, I curse the day I learned your name.
Ohhhhhh, But I'll drink you down without a lick of shame.
Just set me up to fail, it's bottoms up!
Two nights in county jail, it's bottoms up!
Captive of my own free will,
Let's chase that bitter pill now bottoms up!
Been so damn low, just tryin' to keep myself above ground,
I take it day by day.
With my eyes wide and my heart beating outta my chest,
My aim is to sedate
Ohhhhhh, I curse the day I learned your name.
Ohhhhhh, But I'll drink you down without a lick of shame.
Just set me up to fail, it's bottoms up!
Ten nights in county jail, it's bottoms up!
Captive of my own free will,
Let's chase that bitter pill now bottoms up!
Ohhhhhh, I curse the day I learned your name.
Ohhhhhh, but I'll drink you down with just a pinch of shame..
Been so damn tired I feel this carcass trying to break under the weight,
Of a life too long to live.
With every waking thought I reminisce on what I've said and done,
That no one would dare forgive.
Oooooooh, I curse the day you learned my name.
Oooooooh, but I'll drink you down to wash away the shaaaaame
Just set me up to fail, it's bottoms up!
Ten months in county jail, it's bottoms up!
Captive of my own free will,
Let's chase that bitter pill now bottoms up!
Bottoms up...
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The Honest Vultures Portland, Oregon
The Honest Vultures are an alt-country band from Portland, OR.
The Vultures are
back with a new album, "The Wake", out 03/03/23.
Their new release is ripe with tales of brutal loss and the crooked pathway through grief and depression that inevitably follows. The record winds its way through substance abuse, caregiver burden, ego death, and even some triumph as it reaches the closing track.
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