Song: Left 4 Blend
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 3, 2011
Came
thru singin’ the same tune
Expectin’
a crowd and applause to take to
-
We built this addiction on the idea
We’d
make it and wouldn’t have to play places like here.
-
Somehow, someway, someday
Feels
like I’m trying to land this plane without the runway
Floatin’
the wrong direction on a one way
Hopefully
alive by sunrise, Sunday.
But
we don’t tour for the looks or stiff pay
You’d
have to ask the rest, but I do it for the escape
From
Minneapolis. I love her, but she’s turnin’ gray
Even
when we’re fact to face we’re still a world away.
So
I’m passin’ through your city for coffee and toast
And
an attempt balance the books between gasoline and shows
We
are who we are, although we don’t seem to most
The
barista’s lookin’ at me like she’s just seen a ghost
Maybe
she’s right. The space between us
Is
the same between a good plan and a gut feelin’
I’m
datin’ future merry widow wives of Stepford
And
showin’ up to parties like Clint Eastwood in the wrong western
Good
habits turned to bad patterns
Gots
me convinced I’m the illegitimate offspring of Alice and the Mad Hatter,
But
we’ve been up all night, not a lick’a shut eye
Watchin’
that Iowa sunrise.
And
I can feel the victory though victory’s no place near us
Gave
a wink, blew a kiss, I’m leavin’ OshVegas.
-
and I don’t care how long it takes us
Maybe
success is what you make it.
CHORUS
-
Strike Back, Get Some, Take None
Run
like the wind of a hurricane and keep up
All
in, All out, Jump Off, Fly Now
Get
There, Reach High, Hands Down, Speak Up
-
Payback, In Full, to the Death
Swim
the distance and hold it down like your last breath.
Seriously,
hands down, speak up
I’m
leavin’ on this bus and won’t be back for three months.
On
the road to South Dakota, thinkin’ L.A.
Passin’
semis tipped over in the snow, there’s hell to pay
And
we’re runnin’ up the tab along with the parking tickets
And
the devil’s won’t touch our pockets ‘til we stop livin’
I
hold the fight the same as I hold a kiss
With
bruised fists, and flamin’ lips
And
every town we hit, it’s nothin’ that they’ve seen before
Got
the audience of a comet and strike like a meteor
I
don’t need a needle to tailor out a failure
Or
anyone to explain why they were, but now they ain’t sure
Aside
the speakers, pedals, and microphones
I
can see it all a little clearer when my eyes are close
This
image in my head of what’s to come when we get there
How
the world’ll hear our sound, stand still and just stare
I’ll
put the mic down, shut my mouth, and stare back
You
won’t ask where I’ve been , I won’t ask where you at.
CHORUS
-
Strike Back, Get Some, Take None
Run
like the wind of a hurricane and keep up
All
in, All out, Jump Off, Fly Now
Get
There, Reach High, Hands Down, Speak Up
-
Payback, In Full, to the Death
Swim
the distance and hold it down like your last breath.
Seriously,
hands down, speak up
I’m
leavin’ on this bus and won’t be back for three months.
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