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These Four Walls
03:22
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These four walls
Always the same to me
Stark white, cold as ice
And empty
Dust in the corners
Cobwebs in the eaves
Just long term storage
Of who I used to be
Open the doors
Let the light in
Let the cross-wind breathe
Life in to this house again
Take these hollow halls
Make a home from
These four walls
Shuttered in
My fiercely guarded post
Haunted by unwanted
But familiar ghosts
I don’t want to go out
I don’t want to air my wounds
‘Cause what if all my fears
Turn out to be true?
Open the doors
Let the light in
Let the cross-wind breathe
Life in to this house again
Take these hollow halls
Make a home from
These four walls
What are walls but
Plaster lath and pine?
Sturdy frame, vacant space
Where love’s denied
Ring the bell
Let yourself in
Show me how
To unlock my heart again
Take these hollow halls
Make a home from
These four walls
Open the doors
Let the light in
Let the cross-wind breathe
Life in to this house again
Take these hollow halls
Make a home from
These four walls
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3. |
Used to the Cold
03:55
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Just another Tuesday night
And the bills aren’t paid
He yells at me like it’s his job
But I take it all in stride
He cracks himself another beer
He says it helps keep his head clear
I slip out the door
My shift starts at midnight
It’s the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they will ever be
Isn’t it strange
How we all get used to the cold?
We met back in college
It was easy then
We had plans to buy a boat
And see every beach on the map
Days and years came and went
Everything I made he spent
On bottles and bottles and bottles
Of nothin but dreams turned into sand
Now it’s the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they will ever be
Isn’t it strange
How we all get used to the cold?
Now it’s the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they’ll ever be
Isn’t it strange
How we all get used to the cold?
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Grit
03:50
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You thought you’d call me crying in a hunt for sympathy
What’s the damage this time? More bruised dignity?
I’ve got news for you, this life’s a grind, it’ll turn you into dust
I’m not being cruel I’m showing you how to pick yourself back up
What doesn’t kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show ‘em what I know you’re made of
Grit
When you fall and scrape your elbows, do you stay down in the dirt?
When your heart’s a raw nerve, do you wallow in the hurt?
Or do you spit the blood out of your mouth and replant your feet
Shove your seasoned cast iron heart right back on the heat
What doesn’t kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show ‘em what I know you’re made of
Grit
Of course
You’re scared
Who wouldn’t be?
Of course
It ain’t easy
Take it from me
What doesn’t kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
What doesn’t kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show ‘em what I know you’re made of
Grit
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Halfway to Houston
03:56
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I was up before the sun that morning
Tip toeing on eggshells and packing up my car
The key was on the counter when I locked the door behind me
So I wouldn’t have the chance to change my mind
And I was halfway to Houston
By the time that he woke up
Did he wonder was I coming back
Or was he glad to see me gone
I was trying not to turn that car around
I was halfway to Houston
When I broke down
I guess you could say that nothing happened
That’s not the same as saying nothing was wrong
How could we not notice a tender touch turned cold
It takes time to build a callous thick enough
I was halfway to Houston
By the time that he woke up
Did he wonder was I coming back
Or was he glad to see me gone
I was trying not to turn that car around
I was halfway to Houston
When I broke down
For the first time in a long time
I had the chance to ask myself just what I needed
The interstate gave me space to see it
Every mile hurt a little less
I was halfway to Houston
By the time that he woke up
Did he wonder was I coming back
Or was he glad to see me gone
I knew there was no turnin’ around
I was halfway to Houston
Halfway to Houston
Halfway to Houston
When I broke down
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6. |
Just Checking In
03:45
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They’re selling the house where we used to live
That old thing still leans like a ship
Two girls in our twenties, tryna pinch pennies
With that street corner living room set
We never watered the lawn and we pissed off the neighbors
But the rent always got paid
Waxing nostalgic, I wanted to tell you
You’re the only one who can relate
I’m just checking in to see how you’ve been
I was thinking about you today
It’s been so long since we really talked
Is everything ok?
So call when you can
I’m just checking in
We’d hold court in that kitchen, nothing off limits
Secrets paired with boxed wine
Until there on the table lay the sum of ourselves
Right along with the forks and the knives
The last time I saw you on the Fourth of July
I didn’t know you were in town
How was the drive, Yeah, the weather’s been nice
Like a good wine had been watered down
I’m just checking in to see how you’ve been
I was thinking about you today
It’s been so long since we really talked
Is everything ok?
So call when you can
I’m just checking in
I was angry with you for a long time
Was it easy for you to walk away?
What did I say? What did I do wrong?
Maybe you’re busy with work and the kids
And I’ve tangled this mess in my head
Or maybe we’ve changed since those 10th Street days
And there’s nothing left to be said
I’m just checking in to see how you’ve been
I was thinking about you today
It’s been so long since we really talked
Is everything ok?
So call when you can
‘Cause I miss my friend
I’m just checking in
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7. |
Sweeten the Deal
02:36
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Meet me at the table
If you’re ready to talk
You got something I want babe
That can’t be bought
I’ll make you an offer
Too good to be real
If that ain’t good enough babe
I’ll sweeten the deal
Lay out your terms
I’m inclined to accept
Tell me in detail
How you plan to collect
I’ll make you an offer
Too good to be real
If that ain’t good enough babe
I’ll sweeten the deal
I testify
This is bonafide
Satisfaction guaranteed
My experience says
With these kinds of events
The longer you invest
The more returns you’ll see
I’m not lookin for a bargain
No wager’s too steep
You can’t put a price on love babe
You got what I need
I’ll make you an offer
Too good to be real
If that ain’t good enough babe
I’ll sweeten the deal
Meet me at the table
If you’re ready to talk
You got something I want babe
That can’t be bought
I’ll make you an offer
Too good to be real
If that ain’t good enough babe
I’ll sweeten the deal
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8. |
Comfort in the Chaos
03:41
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The mortgage is overdue
Between us that check might go through
I’m running ragged for ten days on
But the porch light’s on when I come home
Your voice is water on the blaze
Your touch is quiet in the fray
When my heart is aching, knees are shaking
I don’t know what to do
When your hand meets mine I know I’ll find
Comfort in the chaos
Every time
Gunshots tearing through the news
Drowned in dread til I hear from you
Our world is sick, defiled, and lost
You are everything this world is not
Your voice is water on the blaze
Your touch is quiet in the fray
When my heart is aching, knees are shaking
I don’t know what to do
When your hand meets mine I know I’ll find
Comfort in the chaos
Every time
Some days I’m down on my knees
Crushed by a weight I cannot see
Dirt in my eyes I reach out blindly
Every time I fall
Your voice is water on the blaze
Your touch is quiet in the fray
When my heart is aching, knees are shaking
I don’t know what to do
When your hand meets mine I know I’ll find
Comfort in the chaos
Every time
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9. |
Lonely Together
04:21
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I see you in the self checkout line
With your basket of groceries for one
More produce than anybody needs
When there’s no one to cook for at home
Then there’s me another TV dinner
And a four-pack of canned champagne
Just a couple single people
With a whole lot of evening to waste
There’s no sense in being all by ourselves
We both need some company
And we ain’t doing nothing else
Now feels like as good a time as ever
So let’s be lonely together
We can watch bad rom-com movies
And criticize the sappiest parts
From our station on the sofa
We’ll be a nation of two lonesome hearts
There’s no sense in being all by ourselves
We both need some company
And we ain’t doing nothing else
Now feels like as good a time as ever
So let’s be lonely together
Don’t make me spend
Another Friday night
All alone without someone to hold
‘Cause I’m telling you
All this solitude
Oh it’s sure getting old
There’s no sense in being all by ourselves
We both need some company
And we ain’t doing nothing else
Now feels like as good a time as ever
So let’s be lonely
Let’s be lonely
Let’s be lonely together
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10. |
Grace
03:45
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You’re the wishes on a dandelion
Before the breeze blows them away
You’re the dew on a spider web
A silver and gold mosaic
You’re the kind of fragile treasure
That I can’t keep for myself
Grace
You’re every color in the sunset
In a constant state of change
Surprising and delighting
Always worth the wait
I could tell you how to be
Like I could tell the stars to shine
Grace
I want to protect you
But I want to let you fall down too
When you dust yourself off
I’ll be right here
You’re a white hot lightning bolt
Striking in every way
As bright as you are quick
Even the thunder has nothing to say
It only takes a second
In your presence to be changed
Grace
The shadows of this world
Don’t stand a chance
When you decide to let your light shine
With everything you have
I want to protect you
But I want to let you fall down too
When you dust yourself off
I’ll be right here
Grace
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Alicia Stockman Salt Lake City, Utah
Alicia Stockman is a folk-meets-Americana artist whose songs pull back the veil to reveal everyday vulnerability. Her songs are written like intimate moments, drawing listeners into a relatable emotional journey, guided along by her whisky-dipped soulful vocals. You'll hear the influence of vivid storytelling of powerhouse songwriters like Patty Griffin, Indigo Girls, and Jewel. ... more
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