Halestorm – Break In (feat. Amy Lee)

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…User Choice where you can go your own way, or do your own thing.

From Halestorm’s 2020 EP, Reimagined. The song reached #16 on Billboards Rock Digital chart on August 14, 2020. Recorded at Rock Falcon Studios in Nashville.

From Music.mxwdn.com

Halestorm have released a new track with Evanescence’s Amy Lee. “Break In” comes from Halestorm’s upcoming Reimagined EP, the following tracks set for a release on August 14. The track first appeared in Halestorm’s 2012 album, The Strange Case Of…, with several performances of Lee joining Halestorm’s frontwoman, Lzzy Hale, for the track leading to fan requests for a version of the song featuring Lee to be released.

Beginning with soft sounds of a piano, Hale’s voice flows over as she is occasionally joined by low strums and pings of the guitar and piano. Her voice soars as she reaches the chorus, rising and carrying heavy emotion before fading back down. Lee soon joins in, the two harmonizing for the second verse as faint clashes and shimmers dance in the background. Both powerfully sing the lyrics “You let me fall apart without letting go/ Then  you pick up the pieces and you make me whole/ I didn’t want to escape/ From the bricks that I laid down.” Hale’s voice buries underneath Lee’s, throughout the chorus, both swinging their voices up at various intervals and switching between high and low as they experiment with pitch.

Break In

Put your lighter in the air and lead me back home
When it’s all said and done and follow where the air goes
I hear you night after night calling out my name
And I’m finding myself running to meet you
I didn’t want to escape
From the bricks that I laid downYou are the only one
The only that sees me
That trusts me and believes me
You are the only one
The only one that knows me
And in the dark you show me
It’s perfectly reckless
Damn you leave me defenseless
So break in
Break inYou let me fall apart without letting go
Then you pick up the pieces and you make me whole
I didn’t want to escape
From the bricks that I laid downYou are the only one
The only that sees me
That trusts me and believes me
You are the only one
The only one that knows me
And in the dark you show me
It’s perfectly reckless
Damn you leave me defenseless
So break inAnd take everything I have
Until there is nothing left
Until it’s just your voice in my head
And when the lights come on
You see me as I am
You’re still inside meYou are the only one
The only that sees me
That trusts me and believes me
You are the only one
The only one that knows me
And in the dark you show me
It’s perfectly reckless
Damn you leave me defenseless
So break in
Break inPut your lighter in the air and lead me back

homeSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Robert Graves / Lizzy Hale / Mark Holman / Aimee Proal

The Struts – My Machine

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Brother/Sibling/Sister

From their 2014 debut album, Everybody Wants. The song did not chart.

All I could find was an album review.

From Allmusic.com

Originally released in 2014, the debut long player from the Derbyshire-based rockers is an unapologetic blast of earworm-heavy, modern rock/punk-pop in a neo-glam wrapper, and as cocksure as it is calculated. Imagine a Slade-crazed, real life version of Russell Brand‘s Infant Sorrow (the band from Get Him to the Greek) fronted by a man who delivers each and every “R” with a brazen alveolar trill in a voice that’s an amalgam of Freddie MercuryDee SniderNoddy Holder, and David JohansenEverybody Wants is not a subtle album. It’s all pomp, circumstance, bluster, and nasty, sugary goodness; an 11-track set (13 on the 2016 U.S. reissue) of hook-laden, radio-ready party songs that embrace both sleaze and cheese. Luke Spiller is a born frontman. He’s got the Jagger swagger, but where Mick‘s antics invoked the American south, Spiller is a purely East Midlands creation, and like the Darkness‘ Justin Hawkins, his flamboyant English delivery will likely be the barometer listeners use to gauge the duration of their stay. The songs themselves are largely formulaic, but delivered with such gusto that it’s easy to forgive the chicanery behind them. Bawdy, ballsy, silly, and sweet, standouts like “Could Have Been Me,” “Roll Up,” and “Kiss This,” not to mention a couple of new gems on the 2016 reissue — “These Times Are Changing” and “Ol’ Switcheroo” — will likely appeal to a wide range of pop enthusiasts. From the Buckcherry fan to the One Direction fan, there’s a little bit of something for everyone on the aptly named Everybody Wants.

My Machine

Start her up,
Here we go,
Engine hot,
Good to go,
She’s so keen,
Turn the key,
Here to satisfy you,Turning heads,
Looking right,
Always ready to ignite,
Turn her on,
Spark it up,
She’ll electrify you,Up a gear,
Road is clear,
So responsive when I steer,
There is nothing left to fear,
Hard to criticize you,I’m so happy you are mine,
Gonna buff you all the time,
Then your body’s gonna shine,
I was born to love you,Oh! You’ll never know, you’ll never ever know,
‘Cause when she breaks down,
No! It will be fine
Cause love is blindI’m gonna go for a ride,
I’m gonna get outside,
I’m gonna feel that grease,
Gonna slip inside,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machineI wanna make her new,
And paint her baby blue,
I’m gonna get inside,
Put the choke on you,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,Everybody thinks I’m mad,
Brother, sister, mum and dad,
She’s the best I’ve ever had,
She’ll make me turn against them,Check the mirror,
Looking trim,
Fill her up,
Let’s begin,
It’s a joy,
It’s a sin,
A weird infatuation,Oh! You’ll never know, you’ll never ever know,
‘Cause when she breaks down,
No! It will be fine
Cause love is blindI’m gonna go for a ride,
I’m gonna get outside,
I’m gonna feel that grease,
Gonna slip inside,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,I wanna make her new,
And paint her baby blue,
I’m gonna get inside,
Put the choke on you,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,I’m gonna go for a ride,
I’m gonna get outside,
I’m gonna feel that grease,
Gonna slip inside,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,I wanna make her new,
And paint her baby blue,
I’m gonna get inside,
Put the choke on you,
Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine,Can you hear her scream,
She’s my machine

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Ray Hedges / Nigel Butler / Luke Spiller / Adam Slack

DOROTHY – Wicked Ones

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Cruel/Evil/Horrible/Monster/Wicked.

From their 2014 self-titled EP. The song did not make the Billboard charts but did do well on the HypeMachine chart.

From Wikipedia

“Wicked Ones” became the band’s most successful single thus far. It was the number-one trending indie rock song on SoundCloud, peaked at number four on the HypeMachine chart, and was selected by Skullcandy to lead a national ad campaign with James Harden.

Wicked Ones

This night ain’t for the faint of heart
For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart
This night ain’t for the faint of heart
‘Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart
This night ain’t for the holy man with the holy plan
For the promise land
This night we got the evil hand
And the evil hand gonn’ raise the dead
Ain’t no sleep when the wicked play
All we do is get laid, uuh uh uuh uuh
Ain’t no love when the wicked run
All we do is try to lay off, lay off, lay off
We’re the wicked ones, wicked ones
This night ain’t for the faint of heart
For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart
This night ain’t for the faint of heart
‘Cause when the train wreck comes gonna leave them out
Ain’t no sleep when the wicked play
All we do is get laid, uuh-uh uuh uuh
Ain’t no love when the wicked run
All we do is try to lay off, lay off, lay off
We’re the wicked ones, wicked ones
Ain’t no sleep when the wicked play
All we do is get laid, uuh uh uuh uuh
Ain’t no love when the wicked run
All we do is try to lay off, lay off, lay off
We’re the wicked ones, wicked ones
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Mark A. Jackson / Dorothy Martin / Ian Brendon Scott

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