Mud-Stained Dress - Elias Hix

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter I'm gonna mail it straight to you I'm gonna bring back to your mind What you said about always bein' true About our secret hidin' places Bein' daily satisfied I can see you sittin' and readin' it While you hang you head and cry I just hope you're not so sad That you're gonna go down suicide I'm gonna write a tear stained letter Put it special delivery 'Cause it's gonna be full of stuff That's only known to you and me 'Bout how every time I get turned on You turn me off and bring me down It'll be about the darkest news That ever did arrive in your hometown It'll be about the saddest thing Your mailman ever did bring around I'm gonna write a tear stained letter I'm gonna tell you one more time That you still could reconsider And come back to bein' mine And if you think about what I'm sayin' It'd be hard to refuse Just be sure you think a long time On the answer that you choose It will be a most important piece Of personal, private news Instrumental I'm gonna write a tear stained letter Mark it "Personal Private News." And I hope you'll keep it to yourself And don't go 'round cryin' the blues Givin' off a bad impression As to what went really wrong When what it was was that suddenly The music was all gone And this man and woman got cut off In the middle of our song I'm gonna write a tear stained letter I'm gonna put it to a tune So I'll be sendin' with it A sweet melody for you And not some red-hot, upbeat zinger That'll set your body on fire But a hunk of love included Meant to take you a little higher And to settle on your sweet, sweet mind At night when you retire I'm gonna write a tear stained letter

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

What if i woke up and decided I wanna dress like a pirate I'm pretty tired of folding clothes Every day down at target Well maybe someday ill sail the sea Glad i woke to write this song If it makes me enough money I'll be gone gone gone gone gone Don't wanna spread any hate Or do much plunderin to ya Just wanna map that may or may not Lead me to buried moola Oh i blame it all on my dad He'd always urge me to play along Makin movies in the backyard Oh my heart is too far gone Well maybe someday ill sail the sea Be the hero of my own tale If i die before then maybe I'll reincarnate as a whale Where's my green flag Where's my go ahead Wanna do something Crazy before i'm dead Lotsa red flags I'm ignoring them Don't need a ship Guess a raft would be alright instead Just get me out of here Just get me out of here One day i woke up and decided i wanna dress like a pirate I'm pretty tired of folding clothes every day down at target Well maybe someday ill sail that sea Be the hero of my own life If it makes me enough money I'll finally quit my 9-to-5 Well just you watch ima sail that sea Glad i woke up to write this song When it makes me enough money I'll be gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone

Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment Aren't you a sight for red eyes? I just flew in and slipped in on your left side Just a satin gown, you asleep with no makeup I'm just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh We had problems but it's all in the past Everybody got problems, baby, algebra class Remember I used to do things that'd make you laugh Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name But they never let us do our thing Everybody lying on who I bang We was on fire but they blew our flame Ain't no denying, baby, you have changed 'Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten Your hips start switching, you're pissed off, tripping 'Cause even when we're kissing, baby girl feel different Friends all diss him like, "No, he didn't No he didn't, is you talking about Kitten? Is that bitch still stripping? Trying to get a pair of Christians?" I swear to God that they got you going crazy But you play it off and say, "How is work, baby?" Well, some of the models is too coked up to walk straight But seem to still love the man that they all hate But, babe, I call you back and say that you say that always And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait See, she knew about all my lies the whole time And my credit's so bad, I can't get no one to cosign I would've thought she would've bust in the door cryin' But she upped and left a nigga, and she ain't give me no sign Now, she back in the club in a tight dress With dreams of someday wearing a white dress Seen with some lame, it's a miracle that she'd Talk to a nigga with a ten-year-ago swag Plus I don't like none of her girlfriends Quote, unquote, "'Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends" On the phone, hollin' that "niggas is whatever" Let's fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home Rome is where she act like she ain't got no fucking phone I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown So I can't bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned So a nigga had to hop on a plane A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress At first sight, I could picture you in a white dress" 30-foot train, diamond from Lorraine Just to make up for all the years and the pain Family on both sides, I'm so glad you came Auntie couldn't make it, oh no, that's a shame Wedding in June, what could be better? Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever Take the very last car of the Eurostar Tell the conductor, "Just drive so far" Told some of your friends and they wasn't excited Well, we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting Tell Peaches light the herb 'cause we just reunited Let's make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private I'm talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot, uh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh Just me and you, girl Whoa, oh

I fell for you I got butterflies in my stomach I never thought I would but I love it I never thought I could be with someone I have an attachment to you so how come if I push away and then I shove That you caught my eye just like a glove I never thought I would fall in love Until I saw you in a black dress, looking like an actress A-list like a movie star You can be my atlas, go intergalactic Wishing on a shooting star You can be my madness, we can get disastrous Take you to the loser bar Distract me from my past, and I just want to ask Can you show me who you truly are I saw you in a black dress, actress Cause you A-list like a movie star And you can be my atlas, galactic I've been wishing on a shooting star Rockstar's don't fall in love (ha) But I fell for you I really did not see it coming Usually I'm the one running Cause I'm always having afflictions But you're my addiction And I can't get rid of you I push away and then I shove That you caught my eye just like a glove I never thought I would fall in love Until I saw you in a black dress, looking like an actress A-list like a movie star And you can be my atlas, go intergalactic Wishing on a shooting star You can be my madness, we can get disastrous Take you to the loser bar Distract me from my past, and I just want to ask Can you show me who you truly are I saw you in a black dress, actress Cause you A-list like a movie star And you can be my atlas, galactic I've been wishing on a shooting star Rockstar's don't fall in love But I fell for you

Put it on And don't say a word Put it on The one that I prefer Put it on And stand before my eyes Put it on Please don't question why Can you believe Something so simple Something so trivial Makes me a happy man Can't you understand Say you believe Just how easy It is to please me Because when you learn You'll know what makes the world turn Put it on I can feel so much Put it on I don't need to touch Put it on Here before my eyes Put it on Because you realize And you believe Something so worthless Serves a purpose It makes me a happy man Can't you understand Say you believe Just how easy It is to please me Because when you learn You'll know what makes the world turn

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