Sturgill Simpson - SOUND & FURY Album Lyrics

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Ronin

Ladies and gentleman there is an overwhelming body of evidence
That supports a conspiracy where the globa-

The problem with this country is consumption
We consume too much

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Remember To Breathe

Go out late at night
Just to see what I can find
Staying in the shadows
Where the light don't ever shine
Having one way conversations
With the darkness in my mind
He does all the talking
'Cause I'm the quiet kind

So peel it off
Pull 'em down
Let me see it
Turn around
Just lay back
And let it happen
And remember to breathe

Staying off the radar
Like a bomber on the run
Do another lap around the target
Just for fun
Staying quiet, keeping calm
Until I find the one
Feel the wave wash over me
When the deed is done

So peel it off
Pull 'em down
Let me see it
Turn around
Just lay back
And let it happen
And remember to breathe

Lived a lifetime
On the low path
On the low path
On this low path
On this low path

And just lay back
Let it happen
And remember to breathe

And just lay back
Let it happen
And remember to breathe

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Sing Along

Words can stab as deep as night
And cut like a razored thorn
Bitter air and the winds of spite
Like the cold of winter's scorn
Leaves may fall on sleeping ground
But the wind sweeps them away
Like hurt lovers in the final round
What once was is now decayed

I can't go on living alone now that you're gone

A single strand of spider's weave
Just dancing in the sun
Please don't turn around and leave
You are my only one
Compromise is made out of peace
But history's made out of violence
After the war of the worlds has ceased
All that's left is the deafening silence

I can't go on living alone now that you're gone
You done me wrong, so here's your song
Now sing along, baby

Well, I know you know that you're killing me
But it's worth it just to see you smile
Tell 'em to carve my name in the bar stool, baby
You know I'm gonna be here a while
A single strand of spider's weave
Just dancing in the sun
Please don't turn around and leave
You are my only one

I can't go on living alone now that you're gone
You done me wrong, so here's your song
Now sing along

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A Good Look

The Star Of David don't belong to the David at all
He borrowed it from Peter just so he could pay off Paul
Peter copyrighted the star and now he owns a claim
But a star is still a star by any other name

Well now everybody's worried about a good look
But they need to be worried about a good hook
Instead of skipping straight to the last page
In that ol' rationalization book

I write my poems in the dirt with an oily rag
I have to wear a gas mask just so I don't gag
I got a SOCOM Scout, twenty extra mags
And a couple severed heads in my bug out bag

Well now everybody's worried about a good look
But they need to be worried about a good hook
Instead of skipping straight to the last page
In that ol' rationalization book

Why you gettin' pissed 'cause we're getting discovered
Are you talking all this shit just to get on the cover
Well now, how you gonna eat when you're biting the hand
Well you know they don't like it when you take a stand

So enjoy it while you can
And to hell with all the boys in the band
'Cause it's over now
Doesn't fly it only sends ya pain

Well now everybody's worried about a good look
But they need to be worried about a good hook
Instead of skipping straight to the last page
In that ol' rationalization book

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Make Art Not Friends

Lookin' out the window
At a world on fire
Flames see the end is near
Seen all the sights
Tired of the lights
So you can let me off right here

This town's getting crowded
Truth's been shrouded
Think it's time to change up the sound

Yeah, the wheels keep turning
The flames get higher
Another cycle rolls around

Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
And make art, not friends

I love saying "No" to all the "Yes" men
Just to see the look on their face
I love how everybody knows what's best
But nobody knows their place

Sucker every second, stack 'em up to the sky
For every winner there's a hundred that die
So you get yours, stay out of mine
Here's to the memories, where do I sign?

Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
And make art, not friends

Oh it's getting hard to find a good friend
So close the door behind you
Falling when more come in
Nobody writes, nobody calls
Nobody bother 'cause I'm over it all

Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
Think about my friends

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Best Clockmaker On Mars

Wanna grow old in the now with you
Wanna make babies 'til you say you're through
Warm, bare, and naked when you pull me through
Turn off all the TVs, there ain't nothin' new

Gonna wake up every day and be the best clockmaker on Mars

Some days, I hate everything I am
But your love holds a mirror to me
Show me a love I can understand
Make sense of the world I see

Gonna wake up every day and be the best clockmaker on Mars

Wanna grow old in the now with you
Wanna make babies 'til you say you're through
Warm, bare, and naked when you pull me through
Turn off all the TVs, there ain't nothin' new

Gonna wake up every day and be the best clockmaker on Mars
Gonna wake up every day and be the best clockmaker on Mars

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All Said And Done

Spent the last year going out of my mind
Looking for reasons I could never find
Until I put my finger on it and saw every sign
Take all you can get, keep your fingers off of mine

Sitting in the tower without a clue or care
And goodbye opportunities hanging off of my head
Handing several items out to anyone who dares
Climb my own way up to the top just to get kicked down the stairs

Being pulled a million ways all at the same time
It's enough to make anyone go insane
When you find yourself forgetting all your own rhymes
Givin' up on dreams floating 'round inside your brain

Being pulled a million ways all at the same time
It's enough to make anyone go insane
When you find yourself forgetting all your own rhymes
Givin' up on the dreams floating 'round inside your brain

Keep staring at the pages, going over the same lines
It's all been said and done by now, two or three times

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Last Man Standing

I'm always double-dippin' the food
I'm always hittin' the shift and ain't no time to spare
Got a sale on these papayas, you could eat 'em on a diet
And the destiny is yours to lose
You're either part of the solution, don't be part of the problem
Gotta know you're alone, come on, souls and all

Time to turn on the heat, it's gettin' cold on the street
And man, this shit'll get you down
'Cause it's "F*ck all y'all" season, don't give me a reason
To watch your house burn to the ground
Light my new joint off the flames
I never learned how to play, so I broke the game
Now, I'm drippin' with oil, with the ink in the sword
Walkin' 'round crossin' off names
I'm gonna ride off into the sunset
While it all burns to hell behind me
Somewhere I haven't been yet
Somewhere they can't even see

Well, you know daddy likes his alone time
It's why he doesn't have any friends
Yeah, but want you to see, you'll be looking at me
The last man standing in the end

Folks gettin' sticky, got no time for gettin' picky
'Bout the who, what, the when, or the where
You say no tugs on the pickle with a back door tickle
Even though you got there
Well, I'm not gonna say what you want me to say
Plenty keep a'pandering already anyway
Don't even try because I already did it
Bullshit sells, don't you ever forget it
Going full speed is the greatest escape
Slamming on the gas, I can't find the brake
I don't know how I wasn't more than dead
Well, I'm gonna keep going 'til I find out

Well, your mama didn't raise nobody's dumb dog
No time to win a little for being almost done

Well, I know daddy needs his alone time
It's why he doesn't have any friends
Yeah, but I want you to see, you'll be looking at me
The last man standing in the end (Hey!)

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Mercury In Retrograde

I got a haircut in Norway
When all the weight started pulling me down
Smelling like a waterlogged, wet dog
Ain't no way to travel
But as soon as I chopped it all off
It just grew back, thick and brown
I keep tugging on the thread
Hoping it all might come unraveled
I keep trying to throw it all away
But it comes right back around

They come backstage and on my bus
Pretending to be my friend
Shaking hands behind grandstands
All wearing the same old grin
Oh, but none of them bother knocking
Oh, they all just come on in
Asking me what all my songs mean
Wonderin' if they're all about them

Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention

Living the dream makes a man wanna scream
Light a match and burn it all down
Head back home to the mountain
Far away from all of the pull
Oh, all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands
And all the traveling trophies and award show stands
And all the haters wishing they was in my band
Sorry, boys, the bus is plumb full

Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention

And there's nothing for me outside this hotel room
But another letdown, lonely day
Tour is almost over, and I'll be home soon
And it's all been done two or three times anyway

Mercury must be in retrograde again
But at least it's not just hangin' around, pretendin' to be my friend
Oh, the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it's not nuclear war, it's gonna be a divine intervention

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Fastest Horse In Town

I've been wasting all my best days
I've invested all my worst ways
I've been thinking about all the things
I should have never left behind
Oughta be watching the children playing
In the yard I never see I should be mowing today
Instead, I'm searching for ways to say
All the words I can't find

Everybody's trying to be the next someone
But look at me, I'm trying to be the first something

Back when them dollars made sense
Had to keep the squirrels off the fence
And shoes are coming loose on the fastest horse in town
But that old horse just keeps on running
And if he falls, they'll put him down
Them men keeping him out on the track
Running him ragged just to pile up the stacks
Make it so he's all spent by the time he gets back

Everybody's trying to be the next someone
Look at me, I'm trying to be the first something
Look at me, I'm trying to be the first something

Everybody's trying to be the next someone
Look at me, I'm trying to be the first something
Look at me, I'm trying to be the first something

Well, you know what I want?
We need, we need a gift card for
Are y'all listening to me? This is what I want
I want a gift card from God
He can keep it all
I want a gift card from God