Jeremy Marshall Blanton – Same Old Stories | Rock music review

Lyrics of Jeremy Marshall Blanton – Same Old Stories

I’ve been watching the thinker, twist and tinker
They’re making reality a nightmare
Just a stale repetition of the same old stories

Some days I think about getting a nine to five
and a mountain house down the line
Some days I think about being a model in the nude if I wasn’t so shy
Some days I wonder if I had a kid, would they be a dead ringer
And other days I think about taking my brother’s name and being a country singer

I sing John Prine better in the morning and I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel

Some days I feel like a robot vacuum trapped beneath the table at the bedside
Some days I feel like crying when I sit in the spot where my dad and my dog both died
Some days I wonder if it would change the world, would I give up on my dreams
And most days I just don’t know who I want to be

I sing John Prine better in the morning and I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Some things just get easier when the time is right
ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel

I sing John Prine better in the morning
I sure dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
some things just get easier when the time is right
ain’t it funny, ain’t it cruel