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Think Again
03:25
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Driving southward to Mansfield
On the new 99
A million old pictures
Rolling through my mind
of the winters in these mountains
covered in sunshine and snow
That was a lifetime I lived
A lifetime ago
Look back
Think again
of the places you’ve been
The old homes you’ve lived in
And strangers you called friends
If you think you’ve forgotten
where to begin
Don’t forget to look back
and think again
There’s a city way down south
An oasis of heat
Where you can be anybody
you decide you want to be
I haven’t lived there in a decade
but it still reminds me now
To never quit workin’
and thinkin’ for myself
Look back
Think again
of the places you’ve been
The old homes you’ve lived in
And strangers you called friends
If you think you’ve forgotten
where to begin
Don’t forget to look back
and think again
I miss the town where the rivers
kick up the rust
a million hard working people
Break their backs or go bust
I still remember like I still live there
every God forsaken road
If I ever get to visit
It’s gonna feel like comin’ home
Look back
Think again
of the places you’ve been
The old homes you’ve lived in
And strangers you called friends
If you think you’ve forgotten
where to begin
Don’t forget to look back
and think again
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2. |
Normal
03:14
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My mom smokes weed and I don’t
she’s the one who told me just say no
It must have been my innocence that led me to live like this
Now I’m the one rollin’ against the grain
It’s a weird thing
Being normal
When everyone’s
So abnormal
That must be what makes me so unique
It just doesn’t make no sense
Workin’ hard to fit in
That must be what makes me so damn strange
My buddy said college is for liberals and losers
I told him beggars can never be choosers
Then he ate my last pizza slice
Before he asked me for a ride
I said I’m going your way anyhow
It’s a weird thing
Being normal
When everyone’s
So abnormal
That must be what makes me so unique
It just doesn’t make no sense
Workin’ hard to fit in
That must be what makes me so damn strange
My boss is so rich
It just ain’t funny
And it seems like I’m the one who makes him all that money
Everyday I get the thought
to get up and quit this job
But I know I’ll punch the clock again tomorrow
It’s a weird thing
Being normal
When everyone’s
So abnormal
That must be what makes me so unique
It just doesn’t make no sense
Workin’ hard to fit in
That must be what makes me so damn strange
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3. |
Let's Get Weird
02:29
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My oldest buddy called me
On the telephone
We talked and talked for hours
about what I do not know
I said Welp, it’s time for dinner
He said welp, I better let ya go
I said isn’t weird how we always say welp
He said welp, I guess so
I was walking to my next gig
When I got half way there (thar)
I turned around cause I decided
I’d rather take my car
I made it halfway home
When I looked up at the stars
And decided I did want to walk
And now here we are
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
I got a crossword puzzle
and perched on the couch like a bird
the answer for twenty-one down
was a word I never heard
So I got my dictionary
And found where that word occured
And I put it in this song
Like a real music nerd
Can you find it?
(I still don’t know what it means)
I met a little lady
Her eyes were nice and bright
I tried to play it cool
So I asked her for a light
She said do you smoke
I said never in my life
She was all out of matches
I said then everything’s alright
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
Let’s get weird on the dance floor
Let’s get weird at the bar
Let’s get weird on the way home
Let’s get weird in the car
Let’s get weird in the driveway
Let’s get weird on the porch
You’re getting weird while you listen
to me playin’ all these weird chords
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
Let’s get weird today
Let’s get weird
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4. |
My Own Damn Blues
02:12
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I’m walkin' back, baby
walkin' to your door
I’m comin' to tell you
I don’t need you no more
I got my suit case
packed up my hat and shoes
I don’t need you no more, baby
I can make my own damn blues
You told me once, baby
I’d always by your man
but now when I try to hug you
you politely shake my hand
Got my suit case
Where’s my hat and shoes?
I don’t need you no more
I can make my own damn blues
I’m gonna go out for a drive, woman
Go out to clear my head
I asked if I could come home
you told me to keep on drivin' instead
You were my woman
now curse and fight is all we do
I don’t need you no more
I can make my own damn blues
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5. |
I'm Sorry, My Bad
02:45
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I’m sorry
My bad
I missed your birthday again
I could have sworn it was in May
must have been March that you said
It was my bad
when I brought
a bottle for just us to share
I guess you wanted Champagne
But I brought Perrier
My bad
If I thought
You wanted me to stay
I guess I thought
We’d make it happen
someway
Some day
I’m sorry
I tried
to be the best I can be
But this is the best that it gets
You have the best of me
My bad
Now it’s over
Of course, it hit me too late
You’d already moved out
before I felt my heart break
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6. |
Sylvia's Veil
03:10
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Here comes the sick sad nostalgia
And I’m reminded Sylvia’s veil is way too thin
to fool myself that I’m immune
I’m too much like you
to believe I can ever be safe
Now I’m the poet
it’s right there in my name
My head’s in the oven
and I feel the shame
of bearing my last name
Here comes the familiar memory
And I remember I have your DNA
I called you too late
and left a message
God, I still wonder if you listened to me
Now I’m writing letters
and making copies for my kin
Three envelopes on my pillow
And I feel the shame
of signing my last name
Here comes my oldest son
I can’t forget a fact that’s too real
he has no grandfathers
who will teach him
what I learned when I was young
Now I’m the songwriter
I write them with my blood
I’m laying flat in Johnny’s cave
And I feel the shame
of sharing my last name
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7. |
Just Like My Father
03:37
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Some days I hate how much
I look just like my father
I don’t want to see his face
When I look down at the water
in the lake where we used to skip stones
And catch a fish or two
Some days I hate it
But there’s nothing I can do
He hasn’t spun my compass
since his last days have passed
How long I've wandered
trying to cut my own path
when the one who goes before you
leaves you alone out in the woods
You got to keep movin'
And pretend you understood
My mother told me that I have my father’s eyes
The same old sad sams the color of the sky
His sister told me she swears I have his voice
It’s no accident, I've always been my father's boy
Long drives on the weekends
listenin' to Muddy Waters sing
just an old man and his son
talkin' about anything
everything he ever taught me
is in a big box in my head
I've been meanin' to break it open
but I'll leave it alone instead
My mother told me that I have my father’s eyes
The same old sad sams the color of the sky
His sister told me she swears I have his voice
It’s no accident, I've always been my father's boy
I miss him more each day
that I keep on growing old
All the wisdom that I’ve missed
From the stories he never told
I miss his sturdy handshake
I miss listenin' to the blues
We’ve never cracked a beer
and argued about the news
The one thing in particular
that I miss the most right now
is the familiar face he gave me
When I knew I’d made him proud
My mother told me that I have my father’s eyes
The same old sad sams the color of the sky
His sister told me she swears I have his voice
It’s not by accident, I've always been my father's boy
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8. |
Plant a Garden
02:29
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I'm an old man
I'm a young man
I am no man
in my own land
Will you come and
plant a garden with me?
What's the point of a good question
when there's no one left to hear?
If there's no one left to answer
don't push me away
Will you come and
plant a garden with me?
When the seasons
are never changing
and the colors
are faint and gray
Will you come and
plant a garden with me?
Will you come and
plant a garden with me?
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Devin Sherman Bedford, Pennsylvania
Devin Sherman is a songwriter and performer of folk-leaning, jazz/blues inspired music. He also plays other music, too.
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