Name: Post Pillow Talk - Get Off Me Richard Marxism by elmic
Duration: 8 min 31 s
Description: Just some noise with the bleeps and bloops we all know and love

Just some noise with the bleeps and bloops we all know and love

Post Pillow Talk - Get Off Me Richard Marxism

Anthem for a true crime series about unsolved murder crimes. 
Acoustic guitar, keyboard, violin, bass, drums.

We Know Somebody Knows

Somebody Knows.

[Verse 1]
Lit a smoke from your dresser drawer
Last flame in a house don’t burn no more
Swore I’d leave, then stood out back
With a match and a memory I can’t unpack

[Verse 2]
You said love don’t count ‘less it’s hard
I threw hands in the neighbor’s yard
You were cryin’, door half shut
Truth’s a dog that don’t come when it’s called, sure ‘nuff

[Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, bad at the rest
Pack a bag quicker than I can confess
You gave a home, I gave a ghost
And I haunt myself more than most
Yeah I run circles, don’t run far
Find myself where the wrecks still are
You were a lesson I let break
Just another beautiful mistake

[Verse 3]
Coat full of tabs, boots full of miles
Voice like gravel, grin like trial
Ain’t a liar, but I sure don’t tell
The parts of me that don’t age well

[Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, worse at stayin’
Prayin’ quiet when I should be sayin’
You were fire I smothered in doubt
Lit you up just to put you out
Yeah I run reckless, never clean
Left you standin’ in the might-have-been
You were a shot I didn’t take
Just another beautiful mistake

[Bridge]
Ain’t no saint and I ain’t mean
Just scared to fix what I might’ve seen
Cracks in walls I never paint
You were right—I was halfway faint

[Final Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, Lord knows I ache
You were the one I should’ve faced
I’d trade every road, every mile I fake
For one more beautiful mistake

Good at Leavin'

Our Song (Marvin Shelton-ASCAP)

Verse 1
Do you want to write a song with me
Cuz' I'm only words, without your melody
We can play it fast, or we can go slow
Only time will tell how it's gonna go

Verse
In a couple of months, we'll have the verse
I'll either have you laughin', or make you wanna curse
But if you decide that you wanna stay mine
We'll be singing the chorus in the very next line

Chorus
'Cause this is our song, 
write it every day as we go along
Sing about the good times and the bad, 
all about the love that we have
'Cause this is our song, this is our song

Verse 2
You can bring me in with a gentle strum
Make my heart pound just like a drum
Every time we write another stanza
Oh, I just wanna raise my hands up

Chorus
'Cause this is our song, 
write it every day as we go along
Sing about the good times and the bad, 
all about the love that we have
'Cause this is our song, this is our song


Chorus
We'll sing about the good times and the bad, all about the love that we have
'Cause this is our song, this is our song

Outro
(Every time I hear our song, I just wanna sing along)
(Every time I hear our song, I just wanna sing along)
'Cause this is our song, write it every day as we go along
Sing about the good times and the bad, all about the love that we have
Yeah, this is our song
(Every time I hear our song, I just wanna sing along)
(Every time I hear our song, I just wanna sing along)
Yeah , this is our song

Our Song

Inventory

So much trouble

Whispers

Backroads is a country-pop/Americana anthem born out of Texas red dirt and small-town roots, yet written for anyone who’s ever left home chasing big dreams. With acoustic warmth, driving guitars, and a heartfelt Texan voice, it tells the story of learning that no matter how far you go, the roads that raised you never let you go.

From Friday night lights to the Lone Star sky, the song carries the pride of Texas while echoing a universal truth — every American has their own backroads, the places and people that shape who they are. With anthemic choruses and a sound made for both radio and festivals, Backroads is nostalgic, uplifting, and built to be sung out loud.


Backroads

Written by Anonymous Direction and created using AI

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​Sunrise paints the fields a perfect gold
Just like the stories that my grandpa told
'Bout how a seed takes root in muddy ground
And how the simple life is where true peace is found.
We roll the windows down on this old Chevy truck
Got more than fortune, got the honest kind of luck.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​My baby brother’s laughin' in the backseat now,
Chasin' fireflies near the river bend, somehow.
His tiny hand in mine as we say grace tonight,
That’s a small reflection of the everlasting light.
We’re fixin' fences, workin' 'til the sun sinks low,
Plantin' seeds of love and watchin' 'em all grow.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​I don't need a sign blazin' in the sky,
Just the strength to live right 'til the day I die.
It's in the quiet whispers when the storm has passed,
The way my weary soul was built to last.
The simple fact that we wake up and breathe the air,
That's the unseen miracle proof that someone cares.
​(Instrumental Break)
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​Yeah, around my family...
Thank the good Lord for the dirt and the truck.
And the Spirit livin' in us.
Amen.

Holy Spirit, Dirt, And Diesel

Ending social decay starts with the shithead in the mirror.

Post Pillow Talk - Get Off Me Richard Marxism

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