Little Whiskey - Angus & Julia Stone

Everybody down in Huston calls him "Texas". Everybody way up North calls him "Cornbread". You shoulda heard the way that his momma called him "baby", Daddy called him "boy", his friends call him "crazy". Shoulda just called it like I saw it. Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day. The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" Feeling when he kissed me. I shoulda just called him "Whiskey". Warm my body to the core just like a blanket. His face was so sweet then he took my breath away. Hit me so hard like a rock through a window. I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy. Shoulda just called it like I saw it. Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day. The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" Feeling when he kissed me. I shoulda just called him "Whiskey" Now the numb has set in. He's gone like the wind. And I can barely feel the pain. Shoulda just called it like I saw it. Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day. The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" Feeling when he kissed me. The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" Feeling when he kissed me. I shoulda just called him "Whiskey". Shoulda just called him "Whiskey". I shoulda just called him "Whiskey".

There's a tear in the mud on the banks of the river And the sound of a lover's goodbye And a pain in my heart 'cause I could not forgive her That's as deep as the river is wide I'm lost, and I'm lonesome, when I look in the mirror I don't like the man that I see And the more that I look, the more it gets clearer Pride made a fool out of me So I drink all night But the hurtin' won't stop And every shot I take just turns into teardrops And I lay down to sleep And I pray I don't open my eyes To a whiskey sunrise The cold wind blows, the leaves start to scatter And the rain will be comin' on soon And everything's wrong and nothing don't matter The black cloud is crossin' the moon So I drink all night But the hurtin' won't stop And every shot I take just turns into teardrops And I lay down to sleep And I pray I don't open my eyes To a whiskey sunrise

My grandpa had a rifle that he took from a Vietcong But he pawned it on a guitar when he got back from Saigon Ever now and then I think about him when I set down to play Swing Low Sweet Chariot, Amazing Grace So let the beat roll on, I'm 'bout to get in the zone I've been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own I burn it till it's gone like there ain't nothing wrong I'm just out in the shade watching the world go up in flames (Up in flames) I was born from barbwire, I been stuck out in the fray I'ma shed this mortal coil like a canebrake rattlesnake I'm gonna feast among the righteous, gonna see my friends again I'ma dance outside the gates, hoping like hell they let me in So let the beat roll on, I'm 'bout to get in the zone I've been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own I burn it till it's gone like there ain't nothing wrong I'm just out in the shade watching the world go up in flames (Up in flames) (Oh, yeah) (Oh, yeah) (Oh, yeah) California's burning, it's snowing in the pines They say the world is ending, well, maybe it's about time Have we forgotten about the children? Forgot about love? Have we forgotten about forgiveness from the good Lord up above? So let the beat roll on, I'm 'bout to get in the zone I've been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own I burn it till it's gone like there ain't nothing wrong I'm just out in the shade watching the world go up in flames (Up in flames) Watching the world go up in flames Watching the world go up in flames (Oh, yeah) (Oh, yeah) (Oh, yeah) (Oh, yeah)

Oh Lord, won't you let me stay in the place where I was born? In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer, a genuine son of the south And the water's high and the bills are too and levy tumblin' down Daddy owed the banker man So we was drownin' before the flood That river washed us all away Left us right here in the mud Yeah, in the mud We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879 Over a hundred years, my family's been here barely scrapin' by We just some good old country folk Tryin' to weather the storm How we gonna pay when the interest rates Done got higher than the corn? Ain't no man gonna take it away Six feet down in the blood Still the crops they don't come alive And you'll die, right here in the mud Yeah, in the mud Who's this creepin' through the sticks? Let me talk at 'em with my 30 ought six A couple city guys with suits and ties Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes I got no place to go and no place to run Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun Step across that line, I'm gonna tell you, son We all gonna die, right here in the mud Yeah, in the mud

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour