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A Life I'd Be Owed
03:30
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On my knees all day, I work for my pay.
You may snicker, you may grin
But this earning's for my kin.
I've worked for the life I'm owed.
By my fingers and hands I make glass out of sand.
Yeah it's fragile and it's light
But when I come home at night
I've worked for the life I'm owed.
I've worked for the life I am owed.
Not expecting none,
From my birth I was born to be only me.
Not allotted one,
From my birth I was born to be, oh, some working soul,
So I'm told.
In my head I write down things that cause me fright and
I build them up to stories, hoping others will adore me.
I've worked for the life I'm owed.
I've worked for the life I'm owed.
I sure hope it's a life I'm owed.
I'd be proud to be proud of a life I'd be owed.
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2. |
Bootstraps
02:46
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Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose.
They searched my bag left only my shoes.
The sun comes up. Sun goes down.
I'm so sleepy but these streets don't quiet down.
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
Oooo.... I don't know.
Will I succumb, will I succumb,
To a slimy old friend or a pig with a gun?
Oh, who's to blame, who's to blame?
Can say it's fate or God or me, it's all the same.
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
Oooo.... I don't know.
Am I safe now, and I safe now?
What does that word mean, can you define it, how?
When I turn the next corner will it drop?
I hold all things precious cause the good times always stop.
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
What kind of strings am I gonna pick myself up with today?
Oooo.... I don't know.
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3. |
Keith Moon
04:20
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We call him Keith Moon, cause his name is Keith.
And it's only when the moon's out that he lets his bare ass breath.
Fresh off some shine from Granddaddy's old barn
Keith Moon sings and dances our small town open armed.
He gets picked up and housed at the old county jail.
Just 11 to 5, in the morning he gets bail.
Old cheeky Keith Moon, with his ass out, open, bare,
Fined over and over for public decency scares.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh....
In his old prison cell they lone him a ratty guitar and
Keith Moon swings his arms through the bars and
It's become a sort of show
For the old and lonely Popo.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh, The Legend of Keith Moon.
Oh, Oh, the one and only... Keith Moon.
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4. |
Placeholder
03:19
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Somewhere warm.
Somewhere warm
To lay my head, to make my bed.
Just somewhere clean.
Somewhere clean for me to dream.
A place so blessed, so blessed to be my own.
I could curl up tight, feel at home.
Someone kind.
Someone kind to ease my mind,
To press my eyes just for some time.
Oh some time.
Oh some time.
Can be no way, can't be no other way;
Wake up each morning, greet the day.
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5. |
God Awful Time
03:04
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I've been seeing things since I was 15,
Fresh off of Zoloft and left with a dream.
Hadn't had one yet but had heard down the vine,
They're what made worth living in this god awful time.
Never heard of romance 'cept from somebody else's
Grand gesture and purpose, no self-serving measures.
What's left of it now but fulfilling a ledger of time
In this god awful time.
And oh, oh.
Didn't mean to take us so low.
And oh, oh.
Won't you stay I can put on a show.
I'm not always so dreary, I can smile nice and big,
And the things that I see in my head, they don't have to be
An indicator I should be locked up behind,
Left only to hear of this god awful time.
And oh, oh.
It's not as bad as it seems.
Oh, oh.
You get used to constant horrible things.
I've been seeing things since I was 15,
Not high for the first time and wanting to dream
Of a life beyond what was supposed out for me.
And I will wear mittens and play in the yard,
And I will drink sodas and drive in a car,
And I'll live beyond the stupid sentence of my scars.
I'll get by in this god awful time.
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6. |
Placeholder (Studio Cut)
04:03
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Somewhere warm.
Somewhere warm
To lay my head, to make my bed.
Just somewhere clean.
Somewhere clean for me to dream.
A place so blessed, so blessed to be my own.
I could curl up tight, feel at home.
Someone kind.
Someone kind to ease my mind,
To press my eyes just for some time.
Oh some time.
Oh some time.
Can be no way, can't be no other way;
Wake up each morning, greet the day.
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Samie Jo Portland, Oregon
New concept album, "The Life Cycle" will be coming out on July 12th, 2022
Kansas born, now Portland local. All songs are original as well as all artwork. Thanks much!
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