37,05 €, 6 novos desde She released her first widely distributed and breakthrough album, Honest Life, in 2016. Let's not talk about things that we can break, There's no going back once it's made, No taking back the things we say. Burlap String‍‍In a small West Coast town,there’s a family and a house,where the memories of us belongWe used to live there,free of worry, free of care,free of pain and what we’d becomeIf I could go back now,I’d pick you wildflowers,Tie them in burlap string,Tell you what you mean to meSome days are good, some are badSome days I want what we hadSome days I talk myself into a lieI’ve grown cautious, I’ve grown upI’m a skeptic of loveDon’t wanna lose what I might findIf I could go back now,I’d pick you wildflowers,Tie them in burlap string,Tell you what you mean to meTime eases, but can’t erase,the sad look on true love’s faceWhen you know what your heart needsand you tell them you must be freeBut deep down you know the truth,there’s no replacing someone like youIf I could go back now,I’d pick you wildflowers,Tie them in burlap string,Tell you what you mean to me, Guilty ‍Guilty, oh I’m guilty,I have fallen in love with youI can’t eat, no I can’t sleepThere is nothing in this world I can doWhen I wake up in the morning next to him,it makes me wanna cryBut I cannot bring myself to let it goand say goodbye‘Cause I know I’d hurt you too,Get bored, find someone new 
I cannot give my love to you, when I am guiltyPainful, love is painful, but I am thankful for the time we shared  Hesitation, medicationTrying so hard not to careDoesn’t matter the block,every street, every thought, leads me back to you,‘til I almost make it home and realize, who I’m going toBut I know I’d hurt you too,Get bored, find someone new 
I cannot give my love to you,when I am guilty, If I Told ‍It’s a full moon, L.A. and we’re alone for the first time on Venice Beach, under the palm trees Tell me your dreams and I’ll tell you mineWhat would you say, if I told you, you’re my last thought at the end of each night? I know this town like I built it. But I aint' going back this time I've been holdin' on this lonely blues, just to try and make a buck or two, Just to try and make enough for a nice bed tonight, I've met men in every dirty pub, in the corners of every city slum, I've stayed with the prince of Thailand through the summertime. Acclaimed singer, songwriter and musician Courtney Marie Andrews released her highly anticipated new album, Old Flowers (produced by Andrew Sarlo), June 5 on Fat Possum Records. Mas os tempos são instáveis, por isso confirme se os eventos continuam agendados. Gravado numa recôndita floresta de Washington, Honest Life é o 6º registo da cantautora norte-americana Courtney Marie Andrews. A press release explains: “Andrews’ poetry reads like a transformation, with the figurative Old Monarch as its narrative guide. Online shopping from a great selection at CDs & Vinyl Store. I'd kept all the letters you'd send. Bumper in the Hail‍Barnyard creeks, Your mother speaks, Will you head into town to get her some things? I ain't someone you can count on to have your back.At least not the way you'd want me to. ‍Take me back, but keep your expectations low. They're throwing coins in the case, I'm singing out your name, but saying the truth out loud, it just aint the same. I can't believe I got all made up, Put on this dress that you love, Only for you to go and pretend like all those years meant nothing.So go on and forget, Act like we've never met, Leave with your new friends, How quickly your heart mends.The jukebox is playing a sad country song, For all the ugly Americans, Now I feel like one of them, Dancing alone and broken by the freedom. Courtney Marie Andrews (Intérprete) CD Álbum Gravado numa recôndita floresta de Washington, Honest Life é o 6º registo da cantautora norte-americana Courtney Marie Andrews. 
I may never let love in againWill I ever let love in?I may never let love in, Old Flowers ‍I don’t see you that way,not the way I did beforeI’m not your object to break,you can’t hold me like I’m yoursI don’t see you that way,anymore 
So please go home nowI can sleep on my ownI’m alone nowbut I don’t feel aloneYou can’t water old flowersYou can’t hurt me that way,not the way you did beforeEven if you have changed,you can’t treat me like I’m yoursYou can’t hurt me that way,anymoreSo please go home nowI can dream on my ownI’m alone nowbut I don’t feel aloneYou can’t water old flowersOur love is goneI don’t see you that way,not the way I did before, Break the Spell ‍You and your magic ways,your magic charms, always begging me to stayWhy, why do I believe,each and every trick you have hiding up your sleeve?Please, break the spellYes, I am hypnotizedTonight you say you want me, tomorrow change your mindNo, the distance does not help,when magic rings through satellites to the phone in this hotelPlease, break the spellYou tell me that you’re crazy but that is no excuse,to trick me with magic and make me think it’s youPlease, break the spell, It Must Be Someone Else’s Fault ‍Hollywood and VinePassing through your neighborhoodHad a feeling I should stop by,feed you a line from some old romance bookOh, it’s been years since we’ve talkedDoes that rock band of yours still playor have you grown apart like we did?How did we ever go our separate ways?
Oh, but it must be someone else’s fault,Must be someone else’s heartwho tainted mineNo, I cannot be to blamefor the story of this painOh, it must be someone else’s faultFeels like I’ve gone crazy,like the women in my family usually doWe can’t seem to keep our heads on,long enough to make it throughBut I’m still sensitive and stubbornStill cry more than a person shouldBut it’s this feeling inside that’s changed,like I’ve gone bad, but the world is goodOh, but it must be someone else’s fault,Must be someone else’s heartwho tainted mineNo, I cannot be to blamefor the story of this painOh, it must be someone else’s fault, How You Get Hurt ‍Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Cause I am a blue woman, and you are my blue man. Would you believe meor would you even reply?Would You? To tell the truth I don't know what you did to deserve such hard time. Of the places I've been I've kept many in mind, but I've dreamed them all the same. Or do you see a shell of who I was?The loneliness has grown so much, it shadows You, the only one I truly love‍Coping, hoping, for a way of outgrowing, These thoughts that keep me in the dark Minding, finding, always such bad timing, To learn that only I can ignite the spark, Only I can lift the lonely from my heart, Two Cold Nights in Buffalo‍Stuck in Nickel City, on the tainted side of a coin,El Niño brought a blizzard, Greyhound brought a boy, Those yellow city lights accent the gutters and the rats,Only the cheap motels were open on the wrong side of the tracks‍Two cold nights in Buffalo on the way to Syracuse Outside town all the roads are closedGonna wash this rust belt new‍A snowy prison out on Main St., heaters hang from the cells A bum searches for shelter, so cold he dreams of hell,Is that American dream dying? ‍I only know the eyes of men who know my disguise. You are always on my side, Always fair, always real, always honest, always kind, And when I'm down on my luck, well you just pick me back up, You have learned to carry the burdens of love.They say the road of life is long, That it ain't meant to be travelled alone, So just come with me, and we'll make it easy, Won't you be my lifetime company? Andrews began penning her own lyrics in her early teens, and began touring at the age of 16. These are meant to be wise old woman poems. Do you feel it too? ‍Take me back, but take me how I come. ‍I saw your face in every town that I was in across the sea, but I tend to let it go when I'm with others in my sleep, Some I just meet, Some mean nothing, They mean nothing to me. Produced by Courtney Marie Andrews. You finally got away, A cure will come in another place, At least that's what you told me. This Time‍Haven't been home in four years, I've forgotten the road that takes me there, Haven't seen a face like yours in a long time, Hell, I've seen the hungry on the streets, Hell, I've been the hungry on the streets, I've seen everything from here, to the midnight. ‍My mind the critic has nothing to complain about, I have nothing to say. How Quickly Your Heart Mends 2. Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona, Courtney Marie Andrews is a singer/songwriter known for an eclectic style that incorporates elements of folk, country, and indie pop. If there's one thing this country taught me, it's to leave before you're gone. Table For One‍Table for one,I’ve got no one I’m waiting on,I just pulled into town an hour ago,From the streets of Houston,To this diner in Ohio,I’m just waiting for the bar to open.Cause I’m a little bit lonely,A little bit stoned,And I’m ready to go home,You don’t wanna be like me,This life, it ain’t free,Always chained to when I leave.Been dancin’ with strangers,Sleep in the van when the show’s over,I’ve been drivin’ until I get tired.Found peace in the Redwoods,Lost it 20 miles later,There is no tellin’ which way this road bends.Been wonderin’ how you’ve been,Hopin’ things have gotten better,Hope you’ve finally settled down in Washington.Cause I’m a little bit lonely,A little bit stoned,And I’m ready to go home,You don’t wanna be like me,This life it ain’t free,Always chained to when I leave. ‍When I'm back I'll hear the useless talk, A piece of news on everyone; Those that are fixed, and those now that are lost, Those forever no one. How can I ever trust a heart through and through? Let's say goodbye. ‍Mary Lee is in the front yard, She's taking off with our used car, For once I'm not the one bidding goodbyes. Go back to sleep in your cotton mine, wishful thoughts and a Polish sunrise, Left-Handed Angel, goodbye. Documenting this journey, the book is separated into three sections, "Sonoran Milkweed," "Longing In Flight," and "Eucalyptus Tree (My Arrival to Rest)." 21,93 €, Everything All The Time - LP Red Vinil 12'', 1 novo desde I'm glad you finally got your car out of the mud, Now we can make plans for the bar, Man I missed getting you to dance, Getting you drunk enough to dance. ‍Her steering wheel's an ashtray, Her cassette deck plays my demo tapes, And she lends us all a cheap farewell, but I know that she means well. 500 NightsTonight on Asher's porch I swear I heard you laugh like you did when we first met.I tried to catch your eye, but you're too damn stubborn now let me in.500 nights spent by your side and I could've spent 500 more.But this lonely mind, it needs some time,These lonely dreams need something to work towards.It's easy to talk about the past, wishing that time was in a frame upon your bookshelf.I saw you crying in Beau's lap, talking about life as if it was something you could pass or fail.But it doesn't have to be a test. And when the music's playing, this little light of mine it won't ever burn out. Cause I am a blue woman, and you are my blue man. But I aint' going back this timeThese boots been movin' much to fast, so I think I'll stay and share a glass, Can I stay with you in your nice bed tonight? Courtney Marie Andrews has announced her debut book of poetry.. Old Monarch will be published via Simon & Schuster on 13th May, featuring cover art was designed by Daren Thomas Magee. Nothing has an end, Parmenides once said. 26.1k Followers, 825 Following, 1,252 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from Courtney Andrews (@courtneymarieandrews) ‍I've heard longing can turn into a creature of fear, 'til you're talking to yourself in some truck stop mirror. What happened to recreation? ‍I've got nothing to prove, I aint' nothing but molecules, I'm doing nothing but wasting words, And breaking my own rules. We'll put a tip jar up at the market, get us half a good tank of gas. Complete your Courtney Marie Andrews collection. So call me out, when I don't love you like you love me. Karaoke on a Monday night,Television when we want to hide,Frozen dinners when money’s tight,Makin’ love on a laundry pileAin’t got much, but we got each other, Not much but love to offer,I took you up‍Good friends, good company,In every corner of this countryBut none of them quite get me,The way you get meLong drives through the countryside Cheap motels, diners, and dives Calling numbers on the billboard signs, See who picks up on the other line‍Ain’t got much, but we got each other,Not much but love to offer,I took you up‍Lonely even when you’re standing there In so deep, with few words to shareSometimes love gets you so damn depressedAll you can do is hide from itBut I wouldn’t have it any other way,Wouldn't take the mansions or the getaways,Wouldn't trade love for a million bucks,If I have you, then that’s enough‍Ain’t got much, but we got each other,Not much but love to offer,I took you up, This House‍Lift up on the door, on the old rusted hinge, The lock might be fickle, it’s always beenBut it’s a sweet old place to keep our memories in This house ain’t much of a house, but it’s a home‍Empty cans on the counter, and the laundry is never done The dogs tracked in snow and mud,For every rose there’s a weed, but every weed is welcomeThis house ain’t much of a house, but it’s a home‍The faucet might leak,  The staircase might creak,The heater takes a while to kick inBut there’s a whole lot of laughter and loveThis house, this house is our home‍There’s a bed upstairs if you’re ever in town,Or if you need a place to get your feet back on the ground There’s coffee in the cupboard, take any food you want out,My house, my house is your home‍Tucker’s buried in the yard, Under that old oak we carved,That porch is where you and I first kissed And there’s no shortage of laughter or love,This house, this house is our home, Kindness of Strangers‍How do you break through, when the words don’t reach your lips? 2,90 €, 10 novos desde Shannon she enjoys the company, when the locals start to get a bit too rowdy. Lifetime Company‍You are always on my mind, Like a dream, like a song that is right in time, And when I can't find the ground, well you just pull me back down, You are the weight that keeps me around.They say the road of life is long, That it ain't meant to be travelled alone, So just come with me, and we'll make it easy, Won't you be my lifetime company? Of the ones I've dreamed, there's only one place that gave me my name. Tim sleeps through the FM, lightly dreaming with an ink pen halfway in his hand. I've worn out my welcome, so I'll leave before the dawn. Our walks haven't changed, the barn's still there, The gate still sticks, Guess I just didn't know what to expect. There are a lot of metaphysical and philosophical poems in this section. My slate it aint clean, but I will not forget where I came from. ‍You say my desires are outlandish, That I'm weak minded and half-true, It's just when you think you got a hold of it all, It all gets a hold of you. Courtney Marie Andrews. So don't tell me how to do things when that's always how they've been done. Sometimes I’d just cry and sing, and a song would come out. Courtney Marie Andrews "How You Get Hurt": Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I know I can’t change, but for you I’d compromise I’d be on your side, if you’d be on mine Yes, you’re anxious and you’re stubborn toobut I’d learn to love the worst parts of you Could be the full moon or this cheap winebut I’m hoping that you’ll reply  Would You?Is it in the stars? But I've only known the soul to trick me into thinking, That I should be constantly searching for the person that I am. Courtney Marie Andrews will be visiting Nottingham during her European tour, to promote the new album ‘Old Flowers’. I hear whispers of each ghost, Of the wealthy man who once dined in downtown Buffalo‍Two cold nights in Buffalo on the way to Syracuse Outside town all the roads are closedGonna wash this rust belt new, gonna wash it new‍What happened to the middle class? Winter, he's got me dreamin' of my first home, the burning southwest. 
Would I have chosen to stay and see us through until the end? Get Courtney Marie Andrews setlists - view them, share them, discuss them with other Courtney Marie Andrews fans for free on setlist.fm! In a lump inside your throat, or in a pile of could’ve beensAll the small talk, and the catch ups, and the empty promises How do you dive deeper in a shallow river bed?When the current pulls you further from what you should have said‍Getting by on the kindness of strangersWhen you’re trying to be tender, but instead you come off cold When your sweetness surrenders to the cruelness of this world  All the small stuff, and the bad luck, when it all becomes too much How do you find solace in a place so quick to judge?Do you try and play it cool, or play the part you think they’ll want? Finally, the last stage is the old monarch's arrival to the garden. 13,59 €. That old roller skating rink?What happened to preserving this town’s history?‍Two cold nights in Buffalo on the way to Syracuse Outside town all the roads are closedGonna wash this rust belt new, gonna wash it new, Rough Around the Edges‍Pulled into meet you, windows down,Duct tape mirrors, exhaust pouring outAlways late, never unwoundWhen will I learn to shut my mouth?‍Guess I’m rough, rough around the edgesHoney, I’m rough, rough around the edges‍You find the beauty in simple things,In desert sunsets and in movie scenesI see the flaws in all the in-betweens,The past was cruel and it caught up with me‍Guess I’m rough, rough around the edgesHoney, I’m rough, rough around the edges‍Curtains closed so I can sleep in lateNothing on the TV, but it always playsDirty dishes, butts in the ashtrayDon’t feel like picking up the damn phone today‍I’m feeling rough, rough around the edgesHoney, I’m rough, rough around the edges‍If I let you down, baby, don’t take it to heartWhen my mind becomes a question markWhen I want closure, then I get confusedDon’t believe in much, but I believe in you‍I’m just rough, rough around the edgesHoney, I’m rough, rough around the edges, Border‍"Twenty miles down a desert road,If he walked that far, he ain’t never comin’ home, Sonoran sun, it never quits,If you cover your neck, it’ll burn your lips, Thorns in his hair, dust in his teeth,Coyote man, land of the free,A water can, land of the free‍There is always a reason, A story to tell,But you cannot measure a man untilYou’ve been down the deepest well‍“And when I get to the land of the brave,Gonna buy me a hammer and work all day, Send it all back to the family,Save a few bucks for that bull canteen, Stand outside that hardware store, Don’t matter the job they need me for.”‍There is always a reason, A story to tell,But you cannot measure a man untilYou've been down the deepest well, Took You Up‍Is it the journey or the destination? 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