Shut up (by Hannah)

Very cool backing track provided by Ice-B - Topic ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_92qYLCvk0
MOVE OUT ‘A MY WAY
Monday mornin’ stuck behind a Sunday driver
Monday mornin’ stuck behind a Sunday driver 
Move out ‘a my way 
Move out ‘a my way

Now, I’m steppin’ on the gas, see if I can pass
Yeah, I’m steppin’ on the gas, crawlin’ up his whoa**
Move out ‘a my way
Move out ‘a my way

CHORUS
There’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
No, there’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
Move out ‘a my way
Make it some-time today

[Music]

Mister President, I ain’t buyin’ what you’re sellin’
No, I ain’t buyin’ whatever lie it is you’re tellin’
Move out ‘a my way
Move out ‘a my way

Sweet freedom and liberty in the USA
Sweet freedom and liberty, what more can you say?
Big Brother, move out ‘a
Move out ‘a my way, yeah

CHORUS
There’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
No, there’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
Move out ‘a my way
Move out 'a my way

[Music]

And when I see the devil’s face in a black cloud over me
When I see the devil’s face in a black cloud over me
Move out ‘a my way
Devil, move out ‘a my way, ‘cuz

CHORUS
There’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
No, there’s nothin’ like an open road and a Chevrolet
Move out ‘a my way
Make it some-time today

Monday mornin’ stuck behind a Sunday driver
It’s Monday mornin’ and I’m stuck behind a Sunday driver 
Move out ‘a my way 
Move out ‘a my way
Move out 'a my way
Move out 'a my way
Move out 'a my way
Make it some-time today

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

MOVE OUT ‘A MY WAY

Track inspired by a museum painting where pilgrims walking to Emmaus realize that their travelling companion is Jesus. 

Road to Emmaus (electric) remastered 2025

piano électrique, piano, guitare, voix, pour une petite ballade folk

en rêvant à la source

Lyrics: 

i sharpen the knife
you riveted into my back 
you should know by now 
i’m deadly inside 

do i scare you out? 
‘cause i don’t sleep at night
i saw horror too young
now i’m fucked in the mind 

i could plan 
my revenge 
i'm deranged 
i'm unhinged 

now 
watch me
put my 
gloves on
(like i'm dexter)

i don’t where to put
all the darkness you left in me
i’ve been hiding, drowning, drowning
in the weight of your memories

is it healthy
to fantasize
about your demise?
the things i'd do to you
(ugh, i wanna fucking kill you, man)

its been 20 years of silence
and restlessness 
i want to hurt you back
(and then wipe the mess)

puke out nightmares
through my teeth 
until your demons
beg on their knees 

now 
watch me
put my 
gloves on
(like i'm dexter)

i don’t where to put
all the darkness you left in me
i’ve been hiding, drowning, drowning
in the weight of your memories

you stole everything from me
my innocence, my security

you stole everything from me
my peace, my sleep

now 
watch me
put my 
gloves on
(like i'm dexter)

i don’t where to put
all the darkness you left in me
i’ve been hiding, drowning, drowning
in the weight of your memories 
(like i'm dexter)

i don’t where to put
all the darkness you left in me
i’ve been hiding, drowning, drowning
in the weight of your memories

now 
watch me
put my 
gloves on
(like i'm dexter)

DEXTER (Demo)

This is a tune from my favorite LP from this band called "A Deeper Understanding". Again you may not recognize it if you know the band, as my interpretation fits my style on a 6 string acoustic. I really like this song and itis fun to sing and easy to play on the guitar.

"Thinking of a Place” marks a subtle, focused return from the War on Drugs. Stretching out across 11 minutes, it is less a reintroduction than a reimmersion into Adam Granduciel’s spectral Americana. Nearly every aspect of the song is tenuous, either disappearing or located just beyond our grasp. Granduciel sings, “Love is like a ghost in the distance out of reach.” He warns us, “There’s a darkness over there/But we ain’t going.” He laments a lover who “vanished in the night” while he gazes at the Missouri River. The music shifts between ambient passages of synth and fuzzed-out guitar solos, neither building in intensity nor losing momentum. Instead, Granduciel sounds locked in perpetual motion, sometimes slowing down to observe his surroundings, and sometimes pushing forward and just letting it blur outside the window.
The power of “Thinking of a Place” comes from the way Granduciel communicates urgency through such patient music."                    Pitchfork

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Devon Schreiner

Thinking of a Place-The War on Drugs (Cover)

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TITLE: NOT YOUR EFFIGY
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
You built your pyre high with sticks and stones
Set it alight like it could atone
But fire won't cleanse what you won't own

(Pre-chorus)
I'm not the doll you can burn away
I'm not the guilt that will just decay

(Chorus)
Not your effigy not your blame
You cannot sacrifice my name
Flesh and blood is not pretend
Spirit remembers in the end

(Verse 2)
You wrote your sins on paper thin
Folded them tight and threw them in
But smoke won't rise for what's within

(Chorus)
Not your effigy not your blame
You cannot sacrifice my name
Flesh and blood is not pretend
Spirit remembers in the end

(Bridge)
You can't pretend your problems fade
By burning shadows that you've made
Real change is the answer here
Face your truth or disappear

The Fire Won't Cleanse What You Won't Own

Not Your Effigy

Nights In White Satin

A Bridge 2 Burn - Empty Glass (featuring KRD).mp3

Original song by The Decemberist. 

Lyrics:
I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me, let me go

I'm a county lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

I'm a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have known
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

And if you don't love me, let me go

DEXTER (Demo)

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