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I'd like to fall in love sometime
Is it magic as they say
Is it warm like a fire in wintertime
Hopeful as a sunny day
Does it cause birds to sing and bells to chime
Is there healing power in its touch
I'd like to fall in love sometime
But I don't like anyone that much
I'd like to know how it would feel
Because right now I can't relate
How do you know the feeling's real
And not just something that you ate
When my heart's finally unsealed
Will blue skies replace gray
I'd like to know how it would feel
Or if I'm just not made that way
So come on love, change my mind
Smash my doubts to smithereens
I'd like to fall in love sometime
Whatever the hell that means
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I should have never started a china shop in the first place
I wouldn't be standing here with the pieces of this burst vase
I wouldn't be throwing in the trash all the plates and cups you smashed
I should have never started a china shop in the first place
But true to form, I tried to grab you by the horns
You're just a bull in the china shop of my heart
I should have known letting you in wasn't smart
You're all horns and hooves near my glass goods
Tearing my store apart
You're just a bull in the china shop of my heart
Might try to rebrand my store as a place that just sells nerf balls
And maybe out front I could build a couple bull stalls
The next time that you come back there'll be less you can attack
Might try to rebrand my store as a place that just sells nerf balls
In spite of the pain, I tried to run with you in Spain
You're just a bull in the china shop of my heart
I should have known letting you in wasn't smart
You're all horns and hooves near my glass goods
Tearing my store apart
You're just a bull in the china shop of my heart
Keep your vagina away from my fine china
You're just a bull in the china shop of my heart
I should have known letting you in wasn't smart
You're all horns and hooves near my glass goods
Tearing my store apart
You're just a bull in the china shop
A bull in the china shop of my heart
In the china shop of my heart
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I Got My Shit Together
03:18
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Had the afternoon free so I went to the store
Bought a couple bags of mulch and oil for the screen door
I may not win this battle against the weeds but I'm winning the war
When I get home from work I drink a maximum two beers
I haven't missed an HOA meeting in three years
I try to exercise at least as often as I wash behind my ears
I got my shit together, I'm doing okay
The lights stay on and the bills get paid
You won't need to take care of me, I pay for therapy
I got my shit together, so you can get together with me
Up against the folks you've been with I'm pretty tame
But have you thought about being with someone who is sane
I may not be as flashy or exciting, but I don't do cocaine
I got my shit together, I'm doing okay
The lights stay on and the bills get paid
You won't need to take care of me, I pay for therapy
I got my shit together, so you can get together with me
I'm a grown up, I always show up
And I can't remember the last time I've thrown up
I got my shit together, I'm doing okay
The lights stay on and the bills get paid
Clean my bathroom once a week
I always change my sheets
I got my shit together, so can get together with me
Change your tire, cut your grass
I've got a nice figure
I got my shit together, so you can get together with me
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When I shuffle off this mortal coil I want to settle down
No more emails, no more phone calls, no more running all around
This life feels like a contest and I'm just trying to win it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
I've done my time in charge on earth and it was well and good
I made people happy and did the best I could
I got all the recognition one could ever need
So in the afterlife if it's alright, it's the backseat for me
When I shuffle off this mortal coil I want to settle down
No more emails, no more phone calls, no more running all around
This life feels like a contest and I'm just trying to win it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
Don't give me a microphone, I'll only run my mouth
No one really wants to know what dead me thinks about
It's not a competition but I will know I've won
If the lights come up in heaven and I'm not number one
When I shuffle off this mortal coil I want to settle down
No more emails, no more phone calls, no more running all around
This life feels like a contest and I'm just trying to win it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
If heaven has a house band, I want to be in it
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Lucky Bastards
03:20
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Your heartbeat, my heartbeat
Keeping perfect time
Tangled feet, tangled sheets
Your hand inside of mine
Who can say if we deserve to feel this way
Who are we to be happy ever after lucky bastards
Want to be family
Your sister feels like mine
Turning me into we
Milestones intertwine
Who can say if we deserve to feel this way
Who are we to be happy ever after lucky bastards
Want to be your tried and true
And give you my last name if you want it
Want to spend this life with you
As well as any life that is beyond it
Beyond it
Who can say if we deserve to feel this way
Who are we to be happy ever after
Happy ever after lucky bastards
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I know Chely Wright has sworn off men
And I'm lucky to call Shelly Fairchild a friend
But when I see them up there with their long and wavy hair
I'm not saying they aren't beautiful, I'm saying I don't care
Am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
The first manly lady standing on that stage
Did others pave the way, maybe Mary Gauthier
Or am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
How could they pass up k.d. lang
Skipping Janis Ian is a shame
Nobody looks like me as far as I can see
Nobody else wears sports bras on that treasured jamboree
Am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
The first manly lady standing on that stage
Did others pave the way, maybe Mary Gauthier
Or am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
Show biz can be hard for dykes like me
Harder still in Nashville, Tennessee
But don't let your buzz cut hair prevent a country dream come true
If my gay ass can play the Opry, surely yours can too
Am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
The first manly lady standing on that stage
Did others pave the way, maybe Mary Gauthier
Or am I the first butch dyke to play the Opry
I hope I'm not the first butch dyke to play the Opry
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Three Beers
03:17
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I'm not drunk but you sure are pretty
And that makes my brain work more shitty
So if we want to conversate I've got to loosen up these gears
There's one sure-fire solution, it's to give myself three beers
I'm not saying that approach is right or wrong
Just in general I come on a little strong
And if there's one thing that I've learned being single all these years
It's that I want someone who'll love me whether or not I've had three beers
I wish we'd picked not a writer's round
It's quiet here and I'm making lots of sounds
There's just two things to blame for me being so cavalier
It's partly because you look nice but it's mostly because of beer
I'm not saying that approach is right or wrong
Just in general I come on a little strong
And if there's one thing that I've learned being single all these years
It's that I want someone who'll love me whether or not I've had three beers
I couldn't find the words, now I can't find them loudly
I made mistakes before, now I make them more proudly
Whether it's beer or wine or gin or beer or scotches
Drunk me is just sober me turned up a couple notches
I'm not saying that approach is right or wrong
Just in general I come on a little strong
And if there's one thing that I've learned being single all these years
It's that I want someone who'll love me whether or not I've had three beers
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Uncle Ellen Nashville, Tennessee
Uncle Ellen is the songwriting of Ellen Angelico. The Nashville Scene calls Ellen an "ace of all things stringed" and "one of the greatest utility players in Nashville."
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