Will Hoge – Midway Motel

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…A song with a harmonica

From his 2020 album, Tiny Little Movies. The song has not charted.

From Rollingstone.com

Hoge doesn’t shy away from challenging himself on Tiny Little Movies. He poses existential questions about where he’s landed in his own life, at 47. On “Maybe This Is OK,” he wonders if he’s at peace with the way things turned out for him. (He is.) “It’s a funny thing to say,” he sings, “but maybe this is OK.” While Hoge remains ambitious and dedicated to expanding his audience — he won over crowds opening for SoCal punks Social Distortion on their 2018 tour — he’s not about to repeatedly ram his head into Nashville’s wall.

“If I feel like I’m a failure every time I do something, then there’s not a point in doing it. It’s been an interesting couple years of realizing that,” Hoge says. “There are bands that I love and admire that have changed the way that I play music or think about the world, and they drive their own van and never played a venue that’s bigger than 300 people. I got into this because I wanted to try and write great songs and make great records and play great shows.”

Midway Motel

I’m not alone, there’s a bible and a telephone
And a tv that keeps flashing off and on
Yeah, it’s as broken as the world outside
Down the hall, there’s a bar with no last call
Mrs. Jenkins pours the drinks that that make me fall
When I want to stumble back again

At the Midway Motel
Just a mile down Highway 5
Everybody’s got a story they’re trying to tell
You can run away or hold on
You can buy or you can sell
You get what you want
At the Midway Motel

Corner booth, there’s a girl out looking for the truth
With a pain in her eyes that could make you cry
Yeah I wish we could go back in time
Look at him, no scars and a crooked grin
Thinking that the world is his
Who am I to try to change his mind?

At the Midway Motel
Just a mile down Highway 5
Everybody’s got a story they’re trying to tell
You can run away or hold on
You can buy or you can sell
You get what you want at the Midway Motel

I keep a key that opens up 203
It’s got everything that I need
When I want to leave it all behind

At the Midway Motel
Just a mile down Highway 5
Everybody’s got a story they’re trying to tell
You can run away or hold on
You can buy or you can sell
You get what you want at the Midway Motel

Written by Will Hoge and Ricky Young.

Dorothy – Ain’t Our Time To Die

From her 2018 album, 28 Days In The Valley. The song did not chart. It sounds a lot like Jefferson Airplane.

From musicexistence.com

“We recorded the old-school way like the Stones did,” shared Martin. “After writing, we did a good amount of pre-production and worked out the energy and vibe of the songs and then we went in and recorded live, usually in just a few takes. Nothing on this record is programmed. It’s raw and real and honest.”

 

Ain’t Our Time To Die

I’ve been obsessed
Seducing your mind
With all my inner demons
To prove that I’m fine
You’ve got to believe, baby (you’ve got to believe)
You’ve got to believe, (you’ve got to believe) baby
You’ve got to believe, baby (you’ve got to believe)
You’ve got to believe me, baby (you’ve got to believe)
It ain’t our time to die, oh whoa
It ain’t our time to die, ah ah
I talk to myself, ah ha
And it always sounds sweet
Ah, gaught up in the violence
It’s no good
And it rapes everything, oh
You’ve got to believe, baby (you’ve got to believe) yeah yeah
You’ve got to believe, (you’ve got to believe) baby
(You’ve got to believe)
You’ve got to believe me, baby (you’ve got to believe) oh oh
You’ve got to believe, (you’ve got to believe) baby
It ain’t our time to die
‘Cause when a heart
Gets warmer with wine, hm
Got mountains to move
So this better be, the last time
I’ve been bitter and angry, yeah
Can’t be like everyone else
So I hang on, hang on, to the bottom
‘Cause I go down, I go down by myself, no
You’ve got to believe, baby (you’ve got to believe)
You’ve got to believe, (you’ve got to believe) baby
You’ve got to believe me baby, (you’ve got to believe) yeah
You can believe me, baby (you’ve got to believe)
It ain’t our time to die, oh whoa
It ain’t our time to die, -ie
It ain’t our time to die
No, it ain’t our time to die, ah ah ah
You’ve got to believe me baby, oh
It ain’t our time to die, oh ho
You’ve got to believe me baby, oh oh yeah
You’ve gotta believe me, mm hm
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Linda Perry / Dorothy Martin

Will Hoge – Washed By The Water

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Air/Earth/Fire/Water.

From his 2007 album, Draw The Curtains. The song is about Hurricane Katrina and the damage it caused when it hit New Orleans in 2005.

Washed By The Water

Damned old levy,
Well they knew that it would go.
Been talking about it,
Since before my daddy’s born.
Ain’t nobody listens to what a poor man has to say.
But down here we’re washed by the water,
The water can’t wash us away.
Now I hear people talkin’,
Say I should have up and gone.
But I ain’t got nothing but this place,
To call my home.
My father and his father,
Stay until their dying days
Down here we’re washed by the water,
The water can’t wash us away.
Down here we’re washed by the water,
The water can’t wash us away.
We’ll put it back together,
With our own two hands.
Ain’t nobody gonna turn us around.
It’s oddly a little empty,
And it all seems broken down.
Oh Lord we sure could use you now.
Then the president came down,
And said this is awful sad.
But ain’t no words from that man,
Gonna bring us nothing back
And in the ghost of church bells,
I hear my momma say
Down here we’re washed by the water,
The water can’t wash us away.
Down here we’re washed by the water,
The water can’t wash us away.
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
(Everybody sing)
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
(Can’t wash us away)
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
(Can’t wash us away)
Been washed by the water, the water can’t wash us away
(No no no no no no)
Been washed by the water, water can’t wash us away
(Can’t wash us away)
Been washed by the water, water can’t wash us away
(One more time)
Been washed by the water, water can’t wash us away
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Will Hoge

Halestorm – Amen

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Cool/Freeze/Heat/Melt.

From their 2015 album, Into the Wild Life. The song did not chart. The song was recorded at producer Jay Joyce’s studio in Nashville.

From Wikipedia.

Frontwoman Lzzy Hale has stated in interviews that the song is about personal freedom to do whatever you want.

Amen

A fire’s gotta burn
The world is gonna turn
Rain has gotta fall
Fate is gonna call
But I just keep on breathing
Long as my heart is beating
Someone’s gotta hate
It’s never gonna change
Gets harder everyday
It’s a hell of a place
To keep your heart from freezing
To keep yourself believing
But I won’t run
I’m not afraid
I’ll look em in the eye
Gonna hear me say
It’s
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Life has gotta kill
Faith is gonna blind
Hope is gonna fade
The truth is gonna lie
Sometimes there’s no reason
To justify the meaning
But I won’t run
I’m not ashamed
It’s gonna take more than this for me to break
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
My life, my love, my sex, my drug
My lust
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Elizabeth Mae Hale / Joseph Hottinger / Scott Christopher Stevens

Will Hoge – Highway Wings

From his 2009 album, The Wreckage. The song did not chart but it reminds me a lot of the band The Wallflowers.

 

Highway Wings

I hear…
Here your voice shaking
On the end of the line
Hold on
Baby I’ll be there
In a sweet little while
Blue skies…
Blue skies calling
Telling me to move on…
Around here
Everyones fadin
Already… gone
This town is broke down baby
Full of dust from rusted dreams
I gotta get
Before it gets me
I need to hear that blacktop sing
Underneath my highway wings
My highway wings
I hear to
Too many stories
About what could have been…
Everbody here would be different
If they could do it again
I’m not
I’m not gonna stay here
There’s no way to win…
In a town
Of dead end losers
I don’t want to fit in…
I need to know…
I need to feel…
What it would be like far away from here
The time has come
To say goodbye
It’s time for me to fly…
I need to know…
I need to feel…
What it would be like far away from here
The time has come
To say goodbye
It’s time for me to fly…
I got my highway wings…
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Eric Paslay / Will Hoge

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals – Stars

The song reached number 95 on Billboards Hot 100 Charts and Number 15 on Billboards Adult Alternative Charts in 2012. It was from their album “The Lion The Beast and The Beat”. It was recorded at Blackbird Studios in Nashville.

More from songfacts.

Grace Potter explained her motivation for penning this song during an episode of VH1 Storytellers. She said: “When I lost somebody recently, I know this is how I felt. And that’s what a song is for. It’s there to service the person who is hurting the most. It’s a form of grieving really, writing song like this next song that I’m going to play for you guys. And everybody has lost someone in their lives.”

 

 

Stars

I lit a fire with the love you left behind
And it burned wild and crept up the mountainside
I followed your ashes into outer space
I can’t look out the window, I can’t look at this place
I can’t look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I, I can’t look at the stars
All those times we looked up at the sky
Looking out so far, we felt like we could fly
And now I’m all alone in the dark of night
The moon is shining but I can’t see the light
And I can’t look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I, I can’t look at the stars
Stars
Stars, they make me wonder where you are
Stars up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I can’t look at the stars
Songwriters: Grace Potter

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals – Stop The Bus

From their 2007 album, This Is Somewhere. Unfortunately, the song never charted but it has a really great feel to it.

From Huffpost.

Potter introduced “Stop the Bus” as “a little number I actually wrote when we were traveling through the hills of Colorado one fateful evening when our RV broke down right by Buffalo Bill’s Grave over there.”

 

 

Stop The Bus

Weve been drivin since winter
The destination doesnt change
You know I can still remember
The day you asked me for my name
You are the rock on the riverbed
Growin smoother every year
You are the voice inside my head
I cant believe that you got me here
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
You give me somethin to remember
Each time you look into my eyes
You see through my trouble and my temper
And you call me out on every lie
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
And then get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
Why dont you stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
Get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to, next to me

 

Grace Potter and the Nocturnals – Ah Mary

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Maria/Marie/Mary.

From their 2007 album, This Is Somewhere. The song did not chart.

From the nytimes.com.

Like many classic rockers before her, Ms. Potter addresses politics metaphorically. The band’s minor hit “Ah Mary” mounts a furious accusation at a woman (a surrogate for a high-ranking politician?) who has “dirty money,” who “puts herself a notch above humankind,” and who will “bake you cookies, then she’ll burn your town.”

As Ms. Potter sang the words “She’s the beat of my heart, she’s the shot of a gun/She’ll be the end of me and nearly everyone,” she implicated herself in the imminent disaster, suggesting that there is a vengeful part of “Mary” in everyone.

Ah Mary

She’s skilled at the art of deception and she knows it
She’s got dirty money that she plays with all the time
Yeah, she waters the garden and maybe she just likes the hoses
She puts herself just a notch above human kind
Ah, Mary
She’ll bake you cookies then she’ll burn your town
Ah, Mary
Ashes, ashes but she won’t fall down
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Yeah, she’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Call her a bully, she’ll blow up your whole damn playground
Pour her a drink and watch it go straight to her head
She’ll take you so high up and cover her eyes as you fall down
Then in the morning, don’t be surprised if you’re dead
Ah, Mary
She’ll bake you cookies then she’ll burn your town
Ah, Mary
Ashes, ashes but she won’t fall down
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone, oh, Mary
Yeah, she’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America
Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America
Oh, America
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Grace Potter

Dan Auerbach – Waiting On A Song

The title song from his 2017 album. Dan Auerbach wrote this song with John Prine who is also in the music video. The song has a Grateful Dead feel to it. The music video is set in the ’70s and they really did a good job. The music video was shot in Nashville where the song was recorded at Dan’s Easy Eye Sound Studios. The girl in the video is played by Hayley Orrantia who plays the daughter in the TV show The Goldbergs.

RIP… John.

 

 

Waiting On A Song

I been thinking and been hummin’
I been pickin and I been strumming
Just waiting, waiting on a song
I been hitching and I been thumbin’
I can almost hear one coming
I’m just waiting, waiting on a song
I looked down in my pocket
Underneath the bed
Walked under the lamp post
And one hit me on the head
Am I blind or too dumb to see
All the sound surrounding me?
I’m just waiting, waiting on a song
You can look up at the stars
Bow your head and count the cars
You’ll still be waiting, waiting on a song
Might be a blue bird or a crow
On a cord between two poles
They’re just waiting, waiting on a song
Songs don’t grow on trees
You gotta pick em’ out the breeze
Fall down on your knees
And pray one comes along
When those railroad gates come down
You gotta stop and turn around
Or you’ll be waiting, waiting on a song

The Cardigans – For What It’s Worth

From their 2003 album, Long Gone Before Daylight. It’s really hard to believe but the song never charted in the U.S. but did chart in other countries.

From Wikipedia

For What It’s Worth” is the first single from The Cardigans‘s fifth studio album Long Gone Before Daylight. It was released on 17 February 2003, reaching number eight in the band’s native Sweden, number 31 in the United Kingdom, number 37 in Ireland, and number 98 in the Netherlands.

For What It’s Worth

One, two, three, four
Hey baby come round
Keep holding me down
And I’ll be keeping you up tonight.
The four letter word got stuck in my head
The dirtiest word that I’ve ever said
It’s making me feel alright.
For what it’s worth I love you
And what is worse I really do
Oh what is worse I’m gonna run run run
‘Til the sweetness gets to you
And what is worse I love you!
Hey please baby come back
There’ll be no more loving attack
And I’ll be keeping it cool tonight.
The four letter word is out of my head
Come on around get back in my bed
Keep making me feel alright.
For what it’s worth I like you
And what is worse I really do
Things have been worse
And we had fun fun fun
‘Til I said I love you
And what is worse I really do!
For what it’s worth I love you
And what is worse I really do.
Oh
For what it’s worth I love you
And what is worse I really do.
Oh
For what it’s worth I love you
And what is worse I really do
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Nina Persson / Peter Anders Svensson