There ain't no light at the end of this tunnel
There ain't no gettin' off of this track
When you buy your ticket straight from the devil
I don't think there's no way gettin' back
So I'll be gone, gone, gone
'Cept for this one last song
So pass it along

I can’t find no way out of this darkness
And I ain’t touched a soul in two damn years
Never thought the world could feel so heartless
Never knew nobody’d catch my tears
So I'll be gone, gone, gone
'Cept for this one last song
So pass it along

Sometimes you can’t see that train a comin’
It can sneak up on you right behind your back
Never had no chance to outrun it
Couldn’t find no one to cut my slack
So I’ll be gone, gone, gone
‘Cept for this one last song
So pass it along…   

Marianne Murdock - Writer

Pass it Along

LYRICS:

In the daytime I do fine
You only creep into my mind ‘bout a hundred times 
I shake it off, walk the line 
I put one foot front the other baby 
Do my time                                                            

It’s when the sun goes down it starts 
I can’t keep it all together
I fall apart

So come on night
Steal my heart
Fly it away
On a star
I don’t trust my… I don’t trust my… heart…

I gave you too much that was mine
I’ve been hurt before too many times
I keep tellin’ myself I’ll be fine
But you’re still here with me baby
In my mind

It’s when the sun goes down it starts
I lose it altogether baby
I fall apart

So come on night
Steal my heart
Fly it away
On a star
I don’t trust my… I don’t trust my… heart…

You no longer light the darkness 
I lay prey to broken promise

Come on night… 
Steal my heart…
Fly it away…
On a star…
I don’t trust my… I don’t trust my… heart

I Don't Trust My Heart - (2) - Murdock/Williams

Only A Child

Happy Happy Christmas ft Ari

Tags Outta Texas

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

Gina Lamar on vocals
Billy Williams production

Uptempo Country


Tags Outta Texas

Are You In

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

Tamara Tatar on vocals
Brent Reason on guitars

Are You In

Blue-Eyed Dog

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

Marianne Murdock on vocals


Blue-Eyed Dog

Barista
Words & Music by Marianne Murdock
Marianne Murdock - vocals - production.
Brent Reason - guitars - arrangement - production - special effect - mixing.
Concordia Audio - Prescott, AZ.
Lyics:
I serve coffee
Hppens everytime
Some caffeine-depleted repeater causin' trouble in the line
You want a double-cup with room at the top
You want one pump of the syrup that you know I haven't got

I'm a barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
You order up your drink and I make sure it gets made
Barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
It's up to me to get you through the rest of your day

You want a triple shot, not a speck of foam on top
You don't won't no sleeve because you like it when it's hot
And you want sugar-free
Are you talkin' to me
I don't believe I heard you say barista, pretty please

Barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
You order up your drink and I make sure it gets made
Barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
It's up to me to get you through the rest of your day

You want the next one for free
You leave no gratuity
I'm tryin' to please you baby but you make it hard on me

I'm a barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
You order up your drink and I make sure it gets made
Barista by trade, I'm your coffee slave
It's up to me to get you through the rest of your day

Repeat chorus X 2

Barista

The Rooftop

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

Angie and Gina LaMar on vocals.
Billy Williams on guitars.
Billy Williams production.

Christmas country song. Sad but hopeful. Happy ending. Ballad. Homeless mother and child.

The Rooftop

Full Moon, Empty Arms

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

April Manchester on vocals.

Country ballad. Lost love.

Full Moon, Empty Arms

Sweet New Love  REDO  ALL Edits  5-12-12

When I fell for you I lost my head
Lowered the bar and the sheets on my bed
You were like ocean I was like sand
My raw emotions flowed into your hands

I closed my eyes you drew the line
Your touch would blind me time after time
I bared my soul I played your game
All I got left here is myself to blame

It’s a hard dyin’ 
Hard cryin’ 
Rip my heart out of my chest tryin’
Hard dyin’ love 

I gave everything I had to give
Lost my own way to make this thing live
What I didn’t know what I didn’t see
You never had good intentions for me

It’s a hard dyin’ 
Hard cryin’ 
Tear my hair out of my head tryin’
Hard dyin’ love 

You took your time
Tore down my dream
You turned your back you walked out on me

It’s a hard dyin’ 
Hard cryin’ 
Rip my heart out of my chest tryin”
Hard dyin’ love 
Hard dyin’ love

When I fell for you I lost my head

Hard Dyin' Love (Marianne Murdock Songwriter)

Hard Dyin' Love - Marianne Murdock

If you could see the yearning there
Deep inside her heart
All the dreams that got away
It’d tear you apart
She’s just like you 
But maybe not as lucky
She feels love too
Just like you do

If you could see her younger years
Before they went dark 
The future stretched out ahead of her
When she first got her start
And she started true
But wasn’t very lucky
And she feels love too
Just like you do

Sometimes the road takes a turn unexpected
Takes you on a ride a little misdirected
Sometimes the scars from the past stop you cold
It’s hard to get warm… when you got no one to hold

And sometimes this life leaves a soul disconnected
Sends it out all alone on its own unprotected 

You got no idea the doors she’s been through
But she feels love too
Just like you do

Yeah she feels love too
Just like you do

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SHE FEELS LOVE TOO (Demo) Murdock/deMarco

The way that your brow arches up on one side when you smile 
Drove me wild
The way your head tilted while waitin’on me 
When I took my sweet time
These images burn in my brain they all turn 
Like a love story stuck on rewind

One by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
You’re right there at the bottom of my glass
I don’t know why they call it the past

The way that you laughed when you read my first draft
‘Cause you knew it was true
The hitch in your shoulder, that soft subtle sigh 
When you got to the part about you
Like clips from a slide show they never slow down
Some days I don’t think I’ll get through

Yeah one by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Those bygones come on my so fast
I don’t know why they call it the past

When I leave this bar seems I don’t get too far
Maybe this drink will be my last

‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Swear your lipstick’s all over this glass
I don’t know why they call it the past
I don’t know why they call it the past

I Don't Know Why They Call It The Past

The way that your brow arches up on one side when you smile
Drove me wild
The way your head tilted while waitin' on me
When I took my sweet time
These images burn in my brain they all turn
Like a love story stuck on rewind

One by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
You’re right there at the bottom of my glass
I don’t know why they call it the past

The way that you laughed when you read my first draft
‘Cause you knew it was true
The hitch in your shoulder, that soft subtle sigh
When you got to the part about you
Like clips from a slide show they never slow down
Some days I don’t think I’ll get through

Yeah one by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Those bygones come on my so fast
I don’t know why they call it the past

When I leave this bar seems I don’t get too far
Maybe this drink will be my last

‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Swear your lipstick’s all over this glass
I don’t know why they call it the past
I don’t know why they call it the past

Marianne Murdock

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