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Universal
03:34
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The time you’re left is doubtful
Unknown and unfair
Feels so unequal,
and no one cares.
The case that’s been left open
Unseen for all these years,
The author still left hoping
For truth in dried up tears.
But that’s universal.
Sweeten the pot, give me some belief.
Take your shot, right behind me knees -
(You said this was the first time, you answered other phone lines)
It it’s hard to die, then it’s harder still to cry -
(How could this be the first time, you laid out on a train line)
A steady eye guards an empty well inside.
(How could this be the first time, someone read your call sign)
But that’s universal.
Nothing sacred, no great sins -
(You said this’d be the last time, you’d end up in a coal mine)
Just imagine what you could have been -
(You said this’d be the last time, dead out at the fireside)
WIth a steady hand and eyes that do not flinch -
(How could this be the next time, the first time was the last time)
Breath to match your words with confidence.
(Born under a bad sign, the Bad Moon Rise and the time we’re left -)
And the time you’re left is doubtful
Unknown and unfair
Feels so unequal,
and no one cares.
And I’ve sawn through all my bars,
My eyes fixed on the stars.
The moon in my living room
Cuts like a deck of cards.
But that’s universal.
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Sunset
04:15
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So much depends upon a heart
Sometimes I need you as you slip away
I need a romance fix, a feeling to replace.
Even just one embrace would turn the lights back on.
Most times you need me not to slip away
Into neon nights where I find my place
Amongst the cattle calls and the put-on drawls
Splashed upon my face.
So much depends up a heart
Too much upends before it starts
No sunset will mend a broken heart.
Sometimes I see you in your sleeping mask
You don’t call my name as I stumble past.
Swallow a cough and make sure
The lights stay off.
Maybe your younger self would not be afraid
Maybe my older self would be so ashamed,
Drifting out instead of drifting into sleep.
So much depends up a heart
Too much upends before it starts
No sunset will mend a broken heart.
When a lone soul returns where it came from
Send it away, put it at a run
Fast past the homes of broken glass.
No home can be carved out of the past.
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Puckett Electric Kentucky
Self-described as "Psychedelic Americana", Puckett Electric's original rock songs find the complimentary between often
opposing influences. The sound nods to the past but is not retrospective; experimental yet accessible. Based in Chicago and rooted in Kentucky, the songs embrace city fuzz with pastoral feedback.
DIY musician Scott Puckett writes, records, and performs all instruments and voices.
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