I've seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lions den
Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it's all been done and someday yer gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way
There's a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane
Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD, psilocybin, and DMT they all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life
So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It's turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own til' we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time
Sturgill Simpson - Metamodern Sounds in Country Music Album Lyrics
Sturgill Simpson - Metamodern Sounds in Country Music Lyrics
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Life of Sin
Lately things have been a little complicated
Quality of life has got me down
Sex is cheap and talk is overrated
And the boys and me still working on the sound
A little happiness, a little love was all I wanted
Sure as Hell thought I'd found it but I was wrong
She left my heart feeling taunted and my memories all haunted
But it's her I have to thank for all my songs
So every day I'm smoking my brain hazy
All I can do to keep from going crazy
But the paranoia is slowly creeping in
I keep drinking myself silly
Only way for this hillbilly
And I thank God for this here life of sin
Every morning when I rise I look in the mirror and despise
the sight of everything and all that I've become
The level of my medicating some might find intimidating
But that's alright cause' it don't bother me none
Quality of life has got me down
Sex is cheap and talk is overrated
And the boys and me still working on the sound
A little happiness, a little love was all I wanted
Sure as Hell thought I'd found it but I was wrong
She left my heart feeling taunted and my memories all haunted
But it's her I have to thank for all my songs
So every day I'm smoking my brain hazy
All I can do to keep from going crazy
But the paranoia is slowly creeping in
I keep drinking myself silly
Only way for this hillbilly
And I thank God for this here life of sin
Every morning when I rise I look in the mirror and despise
the sight of everything and all that I've become
The level of my medicating some might find intimidating
But that's alright cause' it don't bother me none
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Living the Dream
Time and time again Lord I keep going through the motions
A means to an end but the ends don't seem to meet
Walking around living the dream anytime I take the notion
Til the truth comes bubbling up so bittersweet
Ain't no point getting outta bed if you aint living the dream
It's like making a big old pot of coffee when you ain't got no cream
I don't need to change my strings
The dirt don't hurt the way I sing
I don't have to do a Goddamn thing except sit around and wait to die
Been waiting on an angel waitress to come and take my order
Tell me all about the special today
Staring at a puddle of mud in my spoon couldn't be much boarder
Hoping them circles don't call back telling me to start today
That old man upstairs, he wears a crooked smile
Staring down at the chaos he created
Said son if you ain't having fun just wait a little while
Momma's gonna wash it all away
And she thinks Mercy's overrated
A means to an end but the ends don't seem to meet
Walking around living the dream anytime I take the notion
Til the truth comes bubbling up so bittersweet
Ain't no point getting outta bed if you aint living the dream
It's like making a big old pot of coffee when you ain't got no cream
I don't need to change my strings
The dirt don't hurt the way I sing
I don't have to do a Goddamn thing except sit around and wait to die
Been waiting on an angel waitress to come and take my order
Tell me all about the special today
Staring at a puddle of mud in my spoon couldn't be much boarder
Hoping them circles don't call back telling me to start today
That old man upstairs, he wears a crooked smile
Staring down at the chaos he created
Said son if you ain't having fun just wait a little while
Momma's gonna wash it all away
And she thinks Mercy's overrated
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Voices
There's a voice that I can hear sometimes out here on the mountain
When it's dark and the sky is pouring acid like a fountain
And the Memories like coal dust stain the window of my eyes
So ask them no more questions they can't sell you no more lies
I hear voices all around me in society's depression
Over and over they recite their first impression
The rivers are all crying but the ocean cannot speak
Until her waters crash into uncharted shores so dark and bleak
How I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
A picture's worth a 1000 words but a word ain't worth a dime
And we all know they'll go on talking til the end of time
Don't call it a sign of the times when it's always been this way
Forked tongues and voices behind curtains with no name
They plot their wicked schemes setting fate for all mankind
With evil that can fill God's pretty skies with clouds that burn and blind
How I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
A picture's worth a 1000 words but a word ain't worth a dime
And we all know they'll go on talking til the end of time
When it's dark and the sky is pouring acid like a fountain
And the Memories like coal dust stain the window of my eyes
So ask them no more questions they can't sell you no more lies
I hear voices all around me in society's depression
Over and over they recite their first impression
The rivers are all crying but the ocean cannot speak
Until her waters crash into uncharted shores so dark and bleak
How I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
A picture's worth a 1000 words but a word ain't worth a dime
And we all know they'll go on talking til the end of time
Don't call it a sign of the times when it's always been this way
Forked tongues and voices behind curtains with no name
They plot their wicked schemes setting fate for all mankind
With evil that can fill God's pretty skies with clouds that burn and blind
How I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
A picture's worth a 1000 words but a word ain't worth a dime
And we all know they'll go on talking til the end of time
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Long White Line
I won't be around this old town anymore for a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
I woke up my baby was gone without her I don't need no home
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Went to the bank to get my dough I don't care where I go
Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
I won't be around this old town anymore for a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
I woke up my baby was gone without her I don't need no home
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Went to the bank to get my dough I don't care where I go
Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line
I won't be around this old town anymore for a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
Writer: BUFORD ABNER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CARLIN AMERICA INC
The Promise
If you need a friend
Don't look to a stranger
You know in the end, I'll always be there
But when you're in doubt
And when you're in danger
Take a look all around, and I'll be there
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
When your day is through
And so is your temper
You know what to do
I'm gonna always be there
Sometimes if I shout
It's not what's intended
These words just come out
With no gripe to bear
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will
Don't look to a stranger
You know in the end, I'll always be there
But when you're in doubt
And when you're in danger
Take a look all around, and I'll be there
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
When your day is through
And so is your temper
You know what to do
I'm gonna always be there
Sometimes if I shout
It's not what's intended
These words just come out
With no gripe to bear
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you I will
Writer: Andrew Mann, Clive Farrington, Michael Floreale
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
A Little Light
Through all these Earthly trials of sorrow
Through all these days of mortal sin
Through all these eternal nights with no tomorrow
Gotta stay on the straight and narrow and find a little light within
Gotta walk that road all the way to Heaven
Gotta walk that road until the dawn
Gotta walk that road all night
All you need is a little light
And the closer you get, lord, the brighter it turns on
Don't need no compass no map or chart
Don't need no stars shining above
Don't need nothing but a little light in my heart
Glowing inside me like a blanket of love
Through all these days of mortal sin
Through all these eternal nights with no tomorrow
Gotta stay on the straight and narrow and find a little light within
Gotta walk that road all the way to Heaven
Gotta walk that road until the dawn
Gotta walk that road all night
All you need is a little light
And the closer you get, lord, the brighter it turns on
Don't need no compass no map or chart
Don't need no stars shining above
Don't need nothing but a little light in my heart
Glowing inside me like a blanket of love
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Just Let Go
Woke up today and decided to kill my ego
It aint ever done me no good no how
Gonna break through and blast off to the Bardo
In them flowers of light far away from the here and now
Taking a 49 divine day vacation
From reality and all else in between
Gonna transmigrate to my destination
Far beyond time in an eternal dream
But am I dreaming or am I dying
Either way I don't mind at all
It feels so good you just can't help but crying
You have to let go so the soul can fall
Oh my God it's so beautiful
Everything is a part of me
It's so hard looking through all the lies made of wool
But if you close your eyes it becomes so easy to see
It aint ever done me no good no how
Gonna break through and blast off to the Bardo
In them flowers of light far away from the here and now
Taking a 49 divine day vacation
From reality and all else in between
Gonna transmigrate to my destination
Far beyond time in an eternal dream
But am I dreaming or am I dying
Either way I don't mind at all
It feels so good you just can't help but crying
You have to let go so the soul can fall
Oh my God it's so beautiful
Everything is a part of me
It's so hard looking through all the lies made of wool
But if you close your eyes it becomes so easy to see
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
It Aint All Flowers
Cleaning out the darkest corner of my mind
Taking all my full circles and making straight lines
Been getting to the bottom of the bottom getting to me
I've been holding up the mirror to everything I don't want to see
But it ain't all flowers
Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns
And when you play with the Devil you know you gonna get the horns
Been dancing with demons all my life
Every time I find my groove they cut in like a knife
Been a sin eater Lord since I was born
Tired of feeling weighed down from carrying round all the pain that keeps me torn
So I pray when I lay me down to die
Grab a glass of wine and a seat to dine and go ahead and eat the whole damn pie
It ain't all flowers
Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns
And when you play with the Devil you know you gonna get the horns
(oh lay me down)
(oh lay me down)
(oh lay me down)
Taking all my full circles and making straight lines
Been getting to the bottom of the bottom getting to me
I've been holding up the mirror to everything I don't want to see
But it ain't all flowers
Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns
And when you play with the Devil you know you gonna get the horns
Been dancing with demons all my life
Every time I find my groove they cut in like a knife
Been a sin eater Lord since I was born
Tired of feeling weighed down from carrying round all the pain that keeps me torn
So I pray when I lay me down to die
Grab a glass of wine and a seat to dine and go ahead and eat the whole damn pie
It ain't all flowers
Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns
And when you play with the Devil you know you gonna get the horns
(oh lay me down)
(oh lay me down)
(oh lay me down)
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Panbowl
(Hidden Track)
I'd give anything to go back
Days I was young
All the way back to old Panbowl
I sit down on the lakebed
Stare at the sun
Then I'd walk out in the water
Let it cleanse my soul
Spend my days up on Quicksand
There I would play
Wild as a rattlesnake
Right from the start
I'd push August in
Swing all day
Well she was the first girl that ever broke my heart
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all this pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
Spend my summers hearing stories
Bout the one that got away
On a dock down at Watt's Bar
Every 4th of July
Uncle Everett was the coolest
Never had a word to say
When he died was the only time
I ever seen Papaw cry
Every Sunday we'd go visit
My great-grandma Mary Ann
Lord, I cry just thinking
About how good she was to me
My great-grandad Eli
Was a coal mining man
Not a tooth in his head
But his eyes held the sea
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all this pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
I'd climb up on High Top
Stare as far as I could see
At the one and only home
My heart has ever known
Days I was young
All the way back to old Panbowl
I sit down on the lakebed
Stare at the sun
Then I'd walk out in the water
Let it cleanse my soul
Spend my days up on Quicksand
There I would play
Wild as a rattlesnake
Right from the start
I'd push August in
Swing all day
Well she was the first girl that ever broke my heart
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all this pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
Spend my summers hearing stories
Bout the one that got away
On a dock down at Watt's Bar
Every 4th of July
Uncle Everett was the coolest
Never had a word to say
When he died was the only time
I ever seen Papaw cry
Every Sunday we'd go visit
My great-grandma Mary Ann
Lord, I cry just thinking
About how good she was to me
My great-grandad Eli
Was a coal mining man
Not a tooth in his head
But his eyes held the sea
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all this pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
I'd climb up on High Top
Stare as far as I could see
At the one and only home
My heart has ever known
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Metamodern Sounds in Country Music is the second studio album by American country music singer-songwriter Sturgill Simpson. The album was produced and engineered by Dave Cobb and was released on May 13, 2014, through High Top Mountain, Thirty Tigers and Loose Music (Europe).
The title is an homage to the album Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music by Ray Charles, and also references the philosophical and cultural aesthetic of metamodernism.
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Sturgill SimpsonThe title is an homage to the album Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music by Ray Charles, and also references the philosophical and cultural aesthetic of metamodernism.
Genre(s): Outlaw country, progressive country
Producer(s): Dave Cobb
Length: 34:29
Released: May 13th, 2014
Year: 2014