I’ve got nothing left to say
All my words have gotten up and gone away
And nothings standing in my way
As I crawl into bed at dawn and you
Shake baby, shake me,
Mold me and break me
‘cause I’ve already told you all the things I could
I’ve already shown you all the things that I am good at so
Shake baby, shake me
Mold me and break me
I know what I’m doing isn’t free
And I know what you’re thinking when you look at me
And I know what you’re thinking when you look at me
But, I’ll hold on to the rough stuff that makes up this song
And I won’t warn you when what you’re doing comes out all wrong
And I’ll go to the end with this and you’ll
Shake baby, shake me
Mold me and break me
And while the fires burn for you my love
know you were all l was dreaming of
and while you’re standing down stream from here
know I already gave you all my tears
so why don’t you come on, come on, come on…. come on in
The Alabama singer-songwriter may have turned in his guitars for synths and drum machines, but his music is no less personal or incisive. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019
Missouri singer/songwriter Lizzie Weber delivers a trio of songs lightly informed by country music, and fleshed out with strings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2021