Gold
It must be gold
It must be gold if you're so quick to sell your soul
It must be gold
It must be gold if it's so quick to turn you cold

Gold
It must be gold
It must be gold if you're so quick to dig a hole
To house your soul
It must be gold if, when you touch it, you turn cold

Love, my dear, is just a loan
In the end, you'll die alone

Gold
It must be gold
It must be gold if all you wanna do is hold
It till it's sold
It must be gold if it's so quick to turn you cold

Life, my love, is just a loan
And when you die, you'll die alone

Love, my dear, is just a loan
In the end, you'll die alone

Gold

A blood-red river running through the woods
A spray-painted devil where a cross once stood
Wearin' seven layers in the flames of June
A scarecrow hangin' from the crescent moon
Daddy said he's gonna stop drinking soon

There's a calm in the water that don't feel right
An Astoria storm on a Reno night
Dark circles cradling an icy glare
I'm ready, but I ain't goin' anywhere
Deliver that message to the man upstairs

And the shadows
That climb your bedposts
Dream too
Of a day
When they'll all fly
Up to Heaven
When black and white
Turn to gray skies
With the silence of winter
There will be no
Charge for a sinner
As the blood runs
In red desolation
Just lost souls
At the check-in station

A pale face peeks through the horsetail reed
A shy prayer turns to a desperate plea
With the weight of a ghost who can't move on
A bullet through the head in the pink-haze dawn
Fifty two cards on the churchyard lawn

She was headin' for the door when it got kicked in
Starin' at a priest with a stitch-line grin
He grabbed her by the arm with the Hand of God
She took her pretty mind to the Land of Nod
Her mother told her she was a lightning rod

And the shadows
That climb your bedposts
Dream too
Of a day
When they'll all fly
Up to Heaven
When black and white
Turn to gray skies
With the silence of winter
There will be no
Charge for a sinner
As the blood runs
In red desolation
Just lost souls
At the check-in station

A sleep-dream fever came over me
Down, keeping my head in the ground
A white-hot night on the riverbed
Down, keeping my ear to the sound

A Southern Folk Song

Whether you're a brakeman, a conductor, or an engineer
There is no way to derail fate when your end is near
And, like your footprints and some good friends, you'll disappear

Into the ether
Into cold white sand
Into the ether
Into No Man's Land
Into the vacuum pull
Of a big black hole
Displacing the sky
Into the ether
When you die

Whether you're a train on track in a balancing act or a ship lost out at sea
When you're wrecked and gone, all the colors of dawn will drain out through your teeth
And, to never again touch bone nor skin, they'll ride November's breeze

Into the ether
In a cloud of dust
Into the ether
In a shroud of rust
Into the vacuum pull
Of a big black hole
That erases your eyes
Into the ether
When you die

There is no time left
To debate what's next
Just grab a spot in line
'Cause dark or pure
You just wanna make sure
You don't get left behind
Ya know, both salvation
And damnation
Sound like western lies
But if court is held
Over Heaven or Hell
Then I guess I'll testify

No Man's Land

Well, my body is the only place that feels like home
Maybe that's the reason I don't mind being alone
With nothin' but my bones and see-through skin

The future is a mystery to every one
But the man who's starin' down the barrel of his gun
Yeah, he knows how it'll end

The sky waits for the best of us
But most get fed to fire
And the rest of us are left to wonder why
We had no dog in the fight

Been tryin' to believe in somethin' I can't touch
But my head just keeps eclipsing what my heart wants
And my patience and my hope are wearing thin

There's a burning in my side from the devil's horns
He's a double-dealer lookin' to settle a score
But I won't let him win

There's a clarity you gain only when in the mist
It's the kind you always tried to catch but always missed
It's the sense you're so alone that your heart's cleansed

And it's like you get to go back to square one
When all you ever wanted was someone
To hold your hand and ring your phone on the weekends

The sky waits for the best of us
But most get fed to fire
And the rest of us are left to wonder why
We had no dog in the fight

I think I'll take a raincheck
'Cause I'm a fucking trainwreck
And the whiskey in my glass ain't gonna drink itself

The sky waits for the best of us
But most get fed to fire
But what about the rest of us who tried
But couldn't choose a side?

Lucky Ones

This is a collection of songs developed in collaboration with some amazing people in the HitRecord community.

All vocal and lyrics were provided by myself.  Credit given below for instrumentation using each person's HitRecord username:

Disconnect (Lyrics, Vocals - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - BlakeAlanEarnhart)

Empty Vessel (Lyrics, Vocals - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - thesherbethead)

A Word On Your Tongue (Lyrics, Vocals - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - andyramone)

Two Birds, One Stone (Lyrics, Vocals - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - BlakeAlanEarnhart)

Box In The Attic (Lyrics, Vocals - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - lyrictician)

Box In The Attic

Two Birds, One Stone

Empty Vessel

Disconnect

A Word On Your Tongue

This is another song created in collaboration with the awesome HitRecord user BlakeAlanEarnhart.  Quite the departure from the work I normally do.  Really enjoyed working on this though.

Runnin' Scared (Vocals, Lyrics - Andrew McCoy, Instrumentation - BlakeAlanEarnhart)

Runnin' Scared

Another song performed in collaboration with an amazing user from HitRecord, Skye_McConnell.

Gold

Waterhouse & Ninth

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