Spec

by Elonzo Wesley

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released November 17, 2017

All songs written and recorded by Jeremy Davis, except New York which was written by Andrew Brown. Taylor Wichester on mandolin. Alicia Akima Rydel Driver on violin and backing vocals. Dennis Contreras on upright bass, piano, organ, and backing vocals.

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Track Name: Spec
Just a spec of a speck, it all makes perfect sense.
The giant nothingness.

Every rock that I have turned, has left me without words.
The language of suspense.

The cold blue common ground.The words that I have found.
Cannot explain it’s depth.

Dust from some shooting star, must we all go that far?
Into the great beyond.

Boundless and unknown, where do the words go?
Back to where they’re from?

The beating of the drum, defeating in my heart.
The darkest of the songs.

The blackest of the nights, no words describe it right.
Forever and unknown.

Left out to be marked, he greatest work of art.
Watching it unfold.

Just a spec of a speck.
Track Name: Poison Love
What is this poison thing called love? I cannot relate.
Night brings a helpless feeling. In the morning I’m ashamed.

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH

What is giving, without giving up? What is love without trying?
What is crying without laughter? What is life without dying?

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH

Will I have leave my body to escape my mind.
Do I have to die to myself to keep,all the love that I find.

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH

Is it too much to have it all? Can the lion be tamed?
Can all the world that I want, live inside this frame?

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH

As the apple is to the tree, love is to the insane.
Poison arrow to the heart, Cupid calls out in vain

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH

Will i have leave my body to escape my mind?
Do I have to die to myself to keep, all the love that I find?

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH
Track Name: Virginia
Oh Virginia, where did you go?
When I needed you the most, were you lonesome at home?

Oh Virginia, what do you feel?
Is that your fathers voice ringing in your ear?

I got a hole where, my heart goes.
I fill it up, with the people I know.

Oh Virginia, what do you know?
Of a boys beaten heart, and the world that it loves.

Oh Virginia, did you feel bad?
Do you remember when the world turned its back?

I got a hole, where my heart goes.
I fill it up, with the places I go.

Don’t you know, I still think of your face?
When I been gone for a week and two days.
Don’t you know I still feel the same pain.
Are you hiding at home and praying for rain?

I got a hole where, my heart goes.
I’ll fit it up with anything, you know.
Track Name: Traveling Song
Oh take me wherever I’ll go.
Down the river, through the mountains, or below.
When money ain’t no good, I’m trying to tell you,
I’m coming home.

14 hours a day, 2 weeks at a time.
Eyes rusting shut, keep it between the lines.
If the money’s still good, and I’m still alive,
I’ll take my time.

This ain’t no traveling song.
This is a prayer to get me home.
I heard a voice calling me, it was so sweet, it was a dream.

I can smell the brakes and the rubber burn.
Down the mountain till the sun comes up.
If the money’s still good, and I’m still alive,
I’ll take my time

How Many More State Lines?
Forty thousand pounds and a million miles.
Freedom is a prison of straight lines,
Freedom is a prison in your mind.

This ain’t no traveling song.
This is a prayer to get me home.
I heard a voice calling me, it was so sweet, it was a dream.
Track Name: Dreams (Re: Texas)
Don’t wanna go to Texas, riding with the wind.
Don’t wanna go to Detroit, rebuild it from within.
Don’t wanna go where you think I been.

Don’t wanna go to Charleston, chase a ghost down the avenue.
Don’t wanna go to New Orleans, anyone can drink for two.
Don’t wanna go wherever I lost you.

Dreams don’t make you stronger.
If they make you wander.
New York to California.
One bed to another.

I know you’ve been thinking,
about all the songs I’m singing.
All the patterns re-creating.
All the promises I’ve been breaking.
All the times I’ve mistaken.
Love for a moment wasted.

Dreams don’t make you stronger.
If they make you wander.
New York to California.
One bed to another.
Track Name: Emanuel
Woke up this morning, having a dream.
Nine people dead, in a church by the sea.
A flag waving in the southern breeze.
Nine people dead in a church by the sea.

History whispers, while it repeats.
Nine people dead, in a church by the sea.
Humid air and human beings.
Nine people dead in a church by the sea.

Young men desire, all of their freedom.
Enemies can’t speak, when they’re bleeding.
Even Jesus can’t believe it, even Jesus can’t believe it.

Denmark Vessey cried 193.
Nine people dead, in a church by the sea.
Dixie remembers June 17.
Nine people dead in a church by the sea.

Young men desire, all of their freedom.
Enemies can’t speak, when they’re bleeding.
Even Jesus can’t believe it, even Jesus can’t believe it.

Daniel Simmons, Cynthia Marie,
Susie Jackson, Clementa Pickney,
Oh my brothers, all that are free.
Nine people dead in a church by the sea.

Emanuel.
What kind of hell?
Emanuel.
What kind of hell?

Young men desire, all of their freedom.
Enemies can’t speak, when they’re bleeding.
Even Jesus can’t believe it, even Jesus can’t believe it.
Track Name: Plastic Memories
We're horrible people.
Lying to our friends and family.
We look them in the eye,
Tell them that we love them
Meanwhile, we're waiting around to leave.

Gotta watch your back, for yourself I guess.
I got a home, but I don’t know the address.
I’m waiting for a sign, anything at all.
I’m looking for a reason to help myself.

I don’t wanna die I want to be happy,
I wanna have white teeth and smile.
I want to love my wife, I want to see her cry
I want her to hug our children and secretly try.

What are we doing here? Are we looking for a sign?
Who gave us all these thoughts, that we’re losing all the time?
Why do we keep it up. This charade of bad luck.
What’s the point of anything in life?

I don’t want you to think I’m gonna do something drastic.
I know you’d be happy if I told you, I’m secretly plastic

Gotta watch your back, for yourself I guess
I got a good life, but I don’t know where it is.
What is all this for, are we just waiting to leave
Is all we have some plastic memories?

I’m a horrible person.
Lying to my friends and family.
I look them in the eye, tell them that I love them.
Meanwhile, i’m just waiting around to leave.
Track Name: Moses
A workingman’s hands, is a workingman’s plans.
I got no plans to call my own.
I been working, the bottom of a bottle.
Work my fingers to the bone.

I been traveling, to make my living.
Jordan to Jericho.
Ain’t no highway or crystal visions.
Keep you warm out in the snow.

So roll me with the punches.
Somebody call out Moses.
Help me remember, where I’m going.

One day a woman, pulled me from bullrushes.
A child with no recourse.
Stranger in a strange land, if I had to kill a man .
Crystal vision set me on my course

So roll me with the punches.
Somebody call out Moses.
Help me remember, where I’m going.
Track Name: New York
One day I’ll make it up to your city, if only for the night.
I’ll call you up. You’ll meet me out I’ll say darling it’s been a while.
It’s been far too long, maybe, it’s been, just the right amount.

It’s true that the bad times, match the good ones.
Note for note, pound for pound.
But I got that old time feeling, creeping, crawling up from the ground.
It’s been far too long, maybe, has it been long enough baby.
It’s been far too long, maybe, it’s been just the right amount.

To a metropolis, I send this letter to an old friend
To a metropolis, I send this letter to an old friend
Sincerely yours.

One day I’ll make it up to your city, if only for the night.
I’ll call you up. You’ll meet me out I’ll say darling it’s been a while.
It’s been far too long, maybe, it’s been just the right amount.

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