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Blue on Grey on Blue
03:37
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Blue on Grey on Blue
I went for a walk on the beach one day, Blue on grey on blue
Hesitant rain falling all the way, Blue on grey on blue, Blue on grey on blue
I went there trying to catch the light, Blue on grey on blue
A single shoe sat off to my right, Blue on grey on blue, Blue on grey on blue
That scene still haunts me to this day, Blue on grey on blue
The horizon was somehow washed away, Blue on grey on blue, Blue on grey on blue
I went for a walk on the beach one day
I went there trying to catch the light
The horizon was somehow washed away
And everything there seemed not quite right
There was no sunshine on that beach, Blue on grey on blue
White topped waves trying hard to reach, Blue on grey on blue, Blue on grey on blue
No footprints led to that lonely shoe, Blue on grey on blue
No clues to tell me what to do, Blue on grey on blue, Blue on grey on blue
I went for a walk on the beach one day
I went there trying to catch the light
The horizon was somehow washed away
And everything there seemed not quite right
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2. |
Dark Eyed Girl
04:19
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A Dark Eyed Girl
He started out drinking like there was a message in the bottle
Like tomorrow didn’t matter, and if it did, so what
He started out drinking with the engine on full throttle
Trying to get to the graveyard, before the gate was shut,
They ended up dancing at the end of the line
The woman in the box and the guy afraid of time
They ended up dancing at the end of the world
A surprising happy ending, with a dark eyed girl. Oh yeah
Happy endings are hard to define
We all think we know what we’re hoping to find
Was it really a happy ending with the dark eyed girl?
Well that depends on how you feel about the end of the world.
Yeah it depends on how you feel about the end of the world.
She started out hiding like the monsters owned the kingdom
Like there wasn’t any safe zone, and if there was, so what
She started out hiding inside of her own boredom
Hoping when she got there, the graveyard would be shut
They ended up dancing at the end of the line
The woman in the box and the guy afraid of time
They ended up dancing at the end of the world
A surprising happy ending, for a dark eyed girl. Oh yeah
Happy endings are hard to define
We all think we know what we’re hoping to find
Was it really a happy ending with the dark eyed girl?
Well that depends on how she felt about the end of the world.
Yeah that depends on how she felt about the end of the world.
He started out drinking like there was a message in the bottle
Like tomorrow didn’t matter, and if it did, so what
She started out hiding inside of her own boredom
Hoping when she got there, the graveyard would be shut
They ended up dancing at the end of the line
The woman in the box and the guy afraid of time
They ended up dancing at the end of the world
A surprising happy ending, for a dark eyed girl. Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah
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Love's Not Holy
05:31
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Love’s Not Holy
I met a man today, all dressed in fancy clothes
He told me that love comes from god, but I don’t think that’s so
When humans fall in love with gods, it never does end well
Despite what men in fancy clothes, always try to sell.
The darkness is where we learn to see an unopened gift can help us be
Better than we were when we thought we knew the truth
The darkness is where we learn to be an unopened gift to help us see
Love’s not holy, it’s human.
The god of greed won’t fill your need for anything at all
The god of cheap does not run deep, he’ll lead you to a fall
The god of hate will seal your fate; hate never can end well
Gods and gods and gods on end with made up dreams to sell
The darkness is where we learn to see an unopened gift can help us be
Better than we were when we thought we knew the truth
The darkness is where we learn to be an unopened gift to help us see
Love’s not holy, it’s human.
Outside the walls, among small gods more imagined than true
Outside the walls, those angry gods, survive on a bitter brew
Outside the walls those petty gods, pretend they love you too
Outside the walls, men make up gods, to prove that black is blue.
The darkness is where we learn to see an unopened gift can help us be
Better than we were when we thought we knew the truth
The darkness is where we learn to be an unopened gift to help us see
Love’s not holy, it’s human.
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Thinkin’ ‘Bout A Hole In The Ground
There's a clock in the square in the middle of this godforsaken town
The hands don't move, they don't go around, there’s no heartbeat in this town
It’s all you need to know, if you’re thinkin’ ‘bout hangin’ around
It’s all you need to know now that the devil’s comin’ to town
I’m drunk more than I should be, in this godforsaken town
But not as often as I want to be, on this god forsaken ground
Take that any way you like, there’s just too many sorrows to drown
And that’ll still be true tomorrow, when the devil comes around
A little too drunk, a little too tired
A little too stoned, and way too wired
The only question left undecided’s
Whether blood or tears rain down
When the devil hits this godforsaken town
The leaves round here change much too soon, in this godforsaken town
Time moves on for everyone, and this place just grinds you down
Dyin’ a little bit every day, thinkin’ ‘bout a hole in the ground
Dyin’ a little bit every day, in this godforsaken town
A little too drunk, a little too tired
A little too stoned, and way too wired
The only question left undecided’s
Whether blood or tears rain down
When the devil hits this godforsaken town
There's a clock in the square in the middle of this godforsaken town
The hands don't move, they don't go around, there’s no heartbeat in this town
It’s all you need to know, if you’re thinkin’ ‘bout hanging around
It’s all you need to know now that the devil’s comin’ to town
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5. |
Child Born to Trouble
08:39
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Child Born to Trouble
I was a child born to trouble and I never had a home
I was a child born to trouble and I’ve always been alone
My mama drank too much, when I was inside her
That messed me up some, I was wild and wilder
When I was still small, crack owned every day
She had to give me away, Mama had to give me away
The folks who took me in, meant well, I guess
But like I said, I was kind of a mess
I took to the streets, I’d heard trouble call
Ready to fall. I was ready to fall
I was a child born to trouble and I never had a home
I was a child born to trouble and I’ve always been alone
He called himself “Kut”, grabbed me off of the street
Stole my humanity, I was just a piece of meat
He beat me and raped me, he cut out my wild
No longer a child, I was no longer a child
When I made it to sixteen, couldn’t believe that I’d survived
Sweet Sixteen yeah, that was just a cruel lie
When the old guy, took me home I cried
I knew I was gonna die, I was sure I was gonna die
I was a child born to trouble and I never had a home
I was a child born to trouble, beaten, raped and left alone
Sixteen years of a hard, hard life made me what I am
I was just trying to stay alive
He showed me his guns and he drugged me good
Told me if he wanted to do it, well you know he could
He owned me now, that’s how things stood
I knew he could do it, I was sure he would do it
Old guy didn’t know I had a gun
I slipped it out then, and I counted to one
That’s when I shot him, in the back of the head
I lived, he was dead, I lived, he was dead
I was a child born to trouble and I never had a home
I was a child born to trouble, beaten, raped and left alone
Sixteen years of a hard, hard life made me what I am
I was just trying to stay alive
Don’t remember much now, about the cops
They lied me some promises, and my mouth wouldn’t stop
Then they said it was murder, they’s gonna put me away
I ‘d never see the light of day, never see the light of day
I’m twenty nine now, hope of freedom is gone
The days repeat and the nights go on and on
But if I could save one child, from what I’ve been through
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I was a child born to trouble and I never had a home
I was a child born to trouble, beaten, raped and left alone
Sixteen years of a hard, hard life made me what I am
I was just trying to stay alive
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Ghosts Don’t Cast No Shadows
Ghosts don’t cast no shadows, but they sure do throw some shade.
I’d do it myself, but I’m dying, just a little bit every day
It may not be so black and white; in fact it's black and black.
I’d do it myself, but I’m dying, and there just ain’t no way back
Schemers scheme, while dreamers dream
I’m just trying to get some cream for my coffee
Flyers fly, while liars lie and I’m just trying to live before I die
When the only one who’ll help you, is the one who hates you most
You know that you got nowhere left to turn where you ain’t toast
When the only one who’ll help you, just don’t care if you live or die
You get to feelin’ like you might as well just break right down and cry
Schemers scheme, while dreamers dream
I’m just trying to get some cream for my coffee
Flyers fly, while liars lie and I’m just trying to live before I die
She asked where I was going, and I told her I’m on my way
To where, she asked, to where, same as everyone else I say
She asked where I was going; and there’s stops along the way
But like everyone else I’ve got that damned appointment with the grave
Schemers scheme, while dreamers dream
I’m just trying to get some cream for my coffee
Flyers fly, while liars lie and I’m just trying to live before I die
He comes in with no warning and he leaves just as he came
He’s always been here with me, but he’s never quite the same
He comes in with no warning and he leaves just as he came
He’s always been here with me, but he’s never quite the same
Schemers scheme, while dreamers dream
I’m just trying to get some cream for my coffee
Flyers fly, while liars lie and I’m just trying to live before I die
Ghosts don’t cast no shadows, but they sure do throw some shade.
I’d do it myself, but I’m dying, just a little bit every day
It may not be so black and white; in fact it's black and black.
I’d do it myself, but I’m dying, and there just ain’t no way back
Schemers scheme, while dreamers dream
I’m just trying to get some cream for my coffee
Flyers fly, while liars lie and I’m just trying to live before I die
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7. |
The Ghost of Love
06:38
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The Ghost of Love
She took your heart, she put it in a box, that you carved for her from stone
She bound that box, with blood and hair and you carved the key from bone
You carved the key from bone.
And the ghost of love still haunts you
And the fault was yours too soon.
But ghosts will fade to nothing
If you keep them from the moon.
If you keep them from the moon.
She was the one, you gave her your heart. She put it in the stone
Now she’s gone, and the key’s still there. But you won’t touch that bone
No you won’t touch that bone
And the ghost of love still haunts you
And the fault was yours too soon.
But ghosts will fade to nothing
If you keep them from the moon.
If you keep them from the moon.
Your heart is where, you helped her put it, in that box you carved from stone
Wrapped with strands, of both your hair and a picture of you alone
A picture of you alone
And the ghost of love still haunts you
And the fault was yours too soon.
But ghosts will fade to nothing
If you keep them from the moon.
If you keep them from the moon.
The heart the hair the box of stone, the ghost that fills your head
The lonely picture you made too real, still keeps its hunger fed
The heart the hair the box of stone, the ghost that fills your head
Now burn that picture to ash and char, and you can prove that ghost is dead
You can prove that ghost is dead
But the ghost of love still haunts you
And the fault was yours too soon.
But ghosts will fade to nothing
If you keep them from the moon.
If you keep them from the moon.
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8. |
Outside In The Rain
04:24
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Outside in the Rain
Outside in the rain
Deals are going down
Getting hip to what is in the air.
The taste is thick like smoke
With the sweeter smell of money
Hiding something worse that’s always there.
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels wrong on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; hard time for minor sin
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels hot on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; and it feels like the devil’s grin
Outside in the rain
Dark hearts are dancing
Pretending that they really love you more
Look closely at their faces
They’ll show you something deeper
You can almost see the mask that hides their soul
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels wrong on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; hard time for minor sin
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels hot on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; and it feels like the devil’s grin
Outside in the rain
We all have back up plans
In case we lose the next round in the wars
The campaign’s never ending
There’s always one more twist
New gods out to settle the same old scores
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels wrong on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; hard time for minor sin
It’s a hard rain, and greasy, and it feels hot on your skin
It’s sharper than it should be; and it feels like the devil’s grin
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9. |
Broken People
05:39
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Broken People
I don't believe in angels come down from heaven above
There’s no need to look beyond ourselves just to find some love
No I don't believe in angels come down from heaven above
I just believe in damaged folks dealing kindness out of love.
We're all just broken people
Scarred along the way
Some of us learn to lend a hand
Some their own hearts betray
I don't believe in demons that I need to fear or dread
Everything I’ll ever fear is here inside my head
No I don't believe in demons that I need to fear or dread
I just believe in damaged folks trapped in their own head.
We're all just broken people
Scarred along the way
Some of us learn to lend a hand
Some their own hearts betray
We’re all alone in this old world, there’s no one upstairs
No one to plead with to come down and repair
The damage done through selfish greed, The damage done through hate
We’re all we have in this old world and we share a single fate.
I wish I knew why some break good while others fall from grace
But I don’t believe it’s punishment, or a path we can’t retrace
Yes I wish I knew why some break good while others fall from grace
But I know it’s broken people that make this world a better place
We're all just broken people
Scarred along the way
Some of us learn to lend a hand
Some their own hearts will betray
I don't believe in angels come down from heaven above
I just believe in damaged folks dealing kindness out of love.
I just believe in damaged folks dealing kindness out of love.
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10. |
Having Trouble Sleeping
06:24
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I’ve Been Having Trouble Sleeping
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, ‘til sleep is what I dread
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, gunshots in my head.
A student asked today “What if you got shot?
What if you got shot, protecting us?
What would we do then if you got shot?
The question fills my mouth with dust
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, ‘til sleep is what I dread
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, gunshots in my head.
A student told the class, she starts every day
Feeling a little bit like a fool
But the question’s the same, when she starts each day
Is this the day I die in school?
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, ‘til sleep is what I dread
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, gunshots in my head.
I told my wife last night I'd take a bullet for the kids
It is not what I signed up for but it is what it is
I think about it all the time I'll be the first one down
Who will take the bullets then, some god damned gun rights clown?
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, ‘til sleep is what I dread
I've been having trouble sleeping, having trouble sleeping
I keep hearing kids screaming, gunshots in my head.
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11. |
A Beautiful Place to Die
05:02
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A Beautiful Place to Die
We long for something more, beyond the shadow of the grave
Because no one leaves this old world alive
We long for something more, beyond the shadow of the grave
Because no one leaves this old world alive,
Life is what we crave, yes life is what we crave
So we long for something more, beyond the grave
We run from life ‘cause we’re scared to die
We cling to the ground when we want to fly
We laugh out loud when we need to cry
And we dream of something more beyond the grave
You say that life is hard, and I say compared to what
It’s a beautiful place to die, this life we’ve got
You say that life is hard, and I say compared to what
It’s a beautiful place to die, this life we’ve got
It’s the only one we have; yes it’s the only one we’ve got
And you say that life is hard, but compared to what
We run from life ‘cause we’re scared to die
We cling to the ground when we want to fly
We laugh out loud when we need to cry
And we dream of something more beyond the grave
You can only deal, with what’s before your eyes
Don’t waste your time on what you might have been
You can only deal, with what’s before your eyes
Don’t waste your time on what you might have been
If wishes were horses beggars would ride, if wishes were horses beggars would ride,
You gotta deal with what’s before your eyes
We run from life ‘cause we’re scared to die
We cling to the ground when we want to fly
We laugh out loud when we need to cry
And we dream of something more beyond the grave
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Silver Penny Newmarket, Ontario
Silver Penny plays original Americana music, with a few selectively chosen covers.
Our second album
of songs written by Stephen Milligan releases January 14, 2023.
Our lineup consists of :
Steve Milligan on lead vocals and rhythm guitar; Cathy Saul on harmony vocals and keys; Luke Saul-Milligan on drums and percussion; Mark Thackway on lead guitar.
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