Name: Seething by Bardwell
Duration: 2 min 45 s
Description: When words won't convey the feeling the music always does

when you whisper into the wind
nobody knows what you say
you can impart
every little thing in your heart
and the words will just drift away

so when the leaves start into swinging
and the pines begin to sing
I want you to know
when the wind starts to blow
you can say anything

cry fat man!

whisperIntoTheWind

Confronting the past isn't always easy to do. How long we carry the weight of the past is a personal journey for each individual. While my brother and I have certainly choose different paths in life the unbreakable and undeniable connection between us will always be dear to me.

BROTHERS BLOOD

when i came to tennessee with you
you still had hope in your heart
we swore we'd get you up on the stage
even if we both had to starve

i know a lot about working hard
but little about my destiny
some how we wound up in well-paying jobs
and praying for poverty

this town is run by musicians
who swore they'd die for their art
it's tears, it's guts until you finally give up
in this place where no one gets a start

i know a lot about feeling sad
but little about my own mind
caught in the comfortable day-to-day
we began living 9 to 5

Nashville

hello darling
how you doing?
you still smoking menthol cigarettes?
you still got those dark circles?
the kids still scream when you're in bed?

i'm so sorry i had to go

but i got parole and
i found jesus
been drinking tea 
instead of old jim beam

i'm doing good, girl
you won't believe it
i found peace 
in therapy
 
and i love you so
i swear i didn't mean to
throw you down
slap our kids around
i could give you your dreams

how's about it?
i got some roses
i got a job doing 
telemarketing

we could make it
because i love you
i swear i'll never 
hit you again

don't you say no
don't you scream no

Menthol Cigarettes

Loaded Everyday

it's been a while
that i've been strolling through life
i catch myself thinking that i own things
but it has all been here longer than i have
it will be here when i'm gone
perhaps my stuff actually owns me
the things i own are masters i am slave to
i'll pass through life in such a fleeting moment
i am just a goldfish down the toilet
will the mountains mourn my death?

it's a long road
walking from your birth
until you're sleeping
underneath the earth
but it's longer
the time that you're not alive
so go slow and give back
all the things you've taken
because life will be here when you're gone

it's so sad
it bothers me i'm dying
not my cat
death does not concern him
he doesn't care
he has no possessions
he lets me call him my own

it's a long road
walking from your birth
until you're sleeping
underneath the earth
but it's longer
the time that you're not alive
so go slow and give back
all the things you've taken
because life will be here when you're gone

Long Road

goodnight
sleep tight
let the moon light your way

Moonlight

mr. seacrest undone-yellow
we know how much time it takes you now
the wobble-timers turn your tide
when every single person has you down

it's a lonely living casserole
make them let me go

black torpedoed undergarments
keep my fancy face entwined with lye
pretty petty princeton mayo
makes a city cop uncitify

it's a lonely living casserole
make them let me go

all the ipswich ickle fickles
stick their sundry thumbs into the air
aspen acid rocker's faces
hold their fingers quickly through their hair

it's a lonely living casserole
make them let me go

Barrett

When words won't convey the feeling the music always does

Seething

This song has the basic elements of a song, in that it's very song-like and you listen to it with your ears.

The lyrics were not written about any particular person or arachnid, living or dead.

Written, arranged, recorded and mixed in a barn in the mountains of Colorado while wildfires raged all around us.

Guns of Jack Slade are:

Jeff Emerson - Bass Guitar
Tyler McIlvaine - Vocals, Guitar
Joey Pitts - Percussion

Written by Tyler McIlvaine Engineered by Bret Rausch
Produced by Joey Pitts

Seething

Bardwell

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