A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
she said it was her first time to see the sea
helping to clime the jetty rocks was the first time I touched her hand
and the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
by Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn’t wanna leave without her
The sidewalks and streets were soaked and the sky was gray
but you should’ve seen her face, shining like that light house
through all the rain and the way she called my name
I’ve lived those seven days a thousand times,
those seven days a thousand times
Jacob was a dirt poor farm boy
Raised at the fork in the road in a clapboard house
And Rachel was a land baron’s daughter
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
Her daddy said he wouldn’t stand
For Rachel to waste her life with a common man
He tried hard to keep them apart
But you can’t draw lines in a young girl’s heart
So late one night by the harvest moon
Jacon climbed a ladder up to Rachel’s room
He knew his place, it was right beside her
Step by step up to her world
Head over heels for a brown-eyed girl
And gettin’ caught didn’t seem to matter
‘Cause Heaven was waitin’ at the top of Jacob’s ladder
I called my grandfather “Papa.” In ‘93, when I was 3 years old, he traded an old van for a brand new pickup. She was a bright red and could go anywhere, be it up-state or out-of-state. She was a reliable, powerful machine that would come to see so many wonders and journeys. Well after a few years, she got some problems and my grandparents drove a ‘78 Impala for a while.
When I turned 19 and finally got my learner’s permit, I really wanted my own vehicle. Everyone told me that the truck wouldn’t ride again, but it took only a little TLC, and she was good as new. I present to you the truck that I still drive today at 22 years old. It was Papa’s truck, and we rode everywhere together. He taught me how to drive and told me so many stories in that truck. Every time I drive her, I feel him next to me in the shotgun seat. I hear his laugh when I roll the windows down, and I still hear his advice for life echo in my head. The times we had together and the time we spent together mean a lot to me and they always will. He was and is my hero.
R.I.P Papa, I love you so much, and I miss you more than I can bare, but I know I’ll see you again. Thank you for everything you taught me.
Lord knows we’ve had our share of fights
Our sleepless nights, our ups and downs
We’ve had plenty and then-some of baby I’m gones
And turn-arounds
Sometimes I swear it might be easier to throw in the towel
Someday we’re gonna look back and say look at us now
I keep on lovin you
Through the baby don’t leave mes and never will agains and I promise tos
I keep on lovin you
Through I take it backs, the I didn’t mean it like that’s, I’d never hurt yous
I keep on lovin you
Oh, I keep on lovin you
I love you, Jean. And I’ll whether whatever battle I have to, to stay with you.
Animal
Huh, oh, cry wolf baby, cry tough
Gonna hunt you like an, uh, uh, animal
Gonna take your love n’ run
I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa, oh
I need your touch don’t need your love, whoa, oh
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
F-F-F-F-Foolin’
Lady luck never smiles
So lend your love to me, a while
Do with me what you will
Break the spell, take your fill
On and on we rode the storm
The flame has died and the fire has gone
Oh, this empty bed is a night alone
I realized that long ago
I’m beggin for forgiveness
I wanna make a difference
Even in the smallest way
I’m only one person
But I can feel it workin
I believe in better days
That’s why I pray
— That’s Why I Pray by Big ‘n’ Rich, accurate detail of my life..
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On a sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Creed — My Own Prison
Perfect Strangers - Meaning Behind The Song
“Perfect Strangers” is a song I wrote about two people who used to be very close friends and lovers, then all of a sudden just aren’t anymore. It’s weird losing a friend and them becoming someone you don’t even recognize anymore.
There’s a part in the chorus of the song that goes “I’m one of your hangers,” and what that means is that the love interest, being a girl in this case, has the narrator hanging in her closet with the rest of the things from her past, never to be taken back down again.
I wrote and recorded this song in under an hour, and am preparing to record a better version sometime soon.
Just wanted to get that cleared.
