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Ain't That The Way

by Bruised Orange

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1.
Alcohol 04:19
Well it's half past 4 in the afternoon That woman of mine could't have left to soon Taken a walk right down the hall You know I'm living my life with my alcohol And that crazy drink is a best friend of mine When I have in my hand man it sure feels fine Singing and dancing and having a ball You know I'm living my life with my alcohol When I go down the street in the middle of the night I wanna get loose I just feel uptight Making it in just before last call I said bartender man give me some alcohol Raising a few of them eyebrows now lets hope that I can pull through it all somehow Been running myself through that old brown stuff Pretty sure that I've bout had enough Sometimes in the morning when I get up I take a long stare in the bottom of that cup And I think to myself as I'm ready to fall Goddamn I'm lonely with my alcohol Goddamn I'm lonely with this alcohol
2.
You folks been worrying bout the company I keep Skin heads and hippies and people in the street Guitar slingers wowing the crowd You got me crying for crying out loud You folks been thinking about the mess I'm in Late nights and neon Kentucky Burban I'm a cowboy with boots and a rowel You got me crying for crying out loud You folks keep up with the dog and the Jeep Tobacco's sweet but the price is to steep Skilled labour, cement and a trowel You got me crying for crying out loud
3.
They started digging fast one day it seemed One hole wide and deep Then came the clouds one day Where the children played There's radiation on the horizon Big "C" is here to stay Don't know why we let it get so far Don't know how we can stay If you think this is all in my head can't you see All that glitters is not gold If you think this is all in my head can't you see All that glitters is not gold Radiation dream Big company's need big profit They gotta get their fix But they'll be gone when it's dried up Leave you in a hole or sick We gotta get together Figure out who to save Let them know the hole they're digging Is mother natures grave If you think this is all in my head can't you see All that glitters is not gold If you think this is all in my head can't you see All that glitters is not gold Radiation dream
4.
Fat Man 02:54
Getting ripped off like a dog on a chain They bitch when you growl and cry when you maim In times like these it's getting harder to please The Fat Man Fat Man call him mister Fat Man better watch your sister While he's screwing you he's screwing her too Dirt on my face ground down to the roots Got blood on my hands got blood on my boots Dusting off my Cooey getting ready to shoot The Fat Man Fat Man call him mister Fat Man better watch your sister While he's screwing you he's screwing her too Always pissed off felling like a scuzz Rubbing shoulders with the Devil the boss say's "Because of guys like you we're always cooking up the ovens better cool yourself off boy" Fat Man calling all brothers Fat Man better watch your mother While he's screwing you he's screwing her to
5.
Give me the night give me the night Give me the night I don't want the dawns daylight Feel my breath in you breathe me through and through In the middle of the night you were wrapped up in me I will take you even higher than you have ever been Feel my love surround be the one who found In the middle of the night you were wrapped up in me I will take you even higher than you have ever been In the middle of the night you were wrapped up in me I will take you even higher than you have ever been Give me the night give me the night In the middle of the night you were wrapped up in me I will take you even higher than you have ever been
6.
You've been wondering where in hell does time go? Just last year not a minute to yourself Now you're begging someone please come home All alone twiddling thumbs by yourself They used to need you you cooked their meals every night walked to school you held their hand so tight Now a misfit you just embarrass them Work for penny's house is a run down pen (They just don't get it) never known a heartache (They just don't get it) never felt a heartbreak (They just don't get it) take some time for your soul (They just don't get it) the hardest parts letting go They'll never know till they've got their own The compromise you made to set them up on moral ground (They just don't get it) never known a heartache (They just don't get it) never felt a heartbreak (They just don't get it) take some time for your soul (They just don't get it) the hardest parts letting go (They just don't get it) never known a heartache (They just don't get it) never felt a heartbreak (They just don't get it) take some time for your soul (They just don't get it) the hardest parts letting go
7.
Daytrips to Fundy canoe on Sunday In some uncertain way we look out to the ocean which leads us to the waves Out in the darkness where there's no light to see We'll never find ourselves in our fear Ain't that that the way Ain't that that the way Ain't that that the way life is made in life we're bound to cry It don't mean you're weak it's just a form of speech to get us on our way Out of the darkness where their's no light to see We'll never find ourselves in our fear Ain't that that the way
8.
I gotta woman she's wild as Rome She likes being naked and gazed upon She crosses a bridge she sets it on fire she lands like a bird on a telephone wire I'm gonna hollar I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline them I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline A drunken poets dream Their's some money on the table and a pistols on the floor A few paperback books by Louis Lamour Whiskey bottles all scattered like last nights clothes with cigarettes, papers and oreo's My harmonicas got a busted reed My lips are chapped and about to bleed She say's that's nothing when she was a kid She danced with the dead at the pyramids I'm gonna hollar I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline them I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline A drunken poets dream I'll never pay back my student loan Smelling like Coors and cheap cologne She tells me not to worry about judgement day She said "dying to get in heaven just ain't our way" I'm gonna hollar I'm gonna scream I'm gonna get me some mescaline them I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline A drunken poets dream I gotta woman she's wild as Rome She likes being naked and gazed upon
9.
See the mountain run so high see the peek riding so steep Climb it one of these days climb it one of these days See the river they're so wide see the ocean so deep Swim it one of these days swim it one of these days One these days I'll be alright standing at the feet of fright letting go of everything that held me back for so long See the beast stand so tall never thinking he could fall Tame it one of these days tame it one of these days One of these days I'll be alright shining like a beaming light Letting of everything that held me back for so long One these days I'll be alright standing at the feet of fright letting go of everything that held me back for so long One of these days I'll be alright shining like a beaming light Letting of everything that held me back for so long One these days
10.
It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on Forget about the mess we made we're gonna work it out Forget about ever after if the whole thing don't work out It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on When I met you I pulled you from a well When you met me you pulled me strait through hell It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on Sometimes on the highway you haul with worn out treads It's not the load you carry but how you handle it in your head It's like their's something that keeps holding on It's like their's something that keeps holding on
11.
Lend A Hand 03:39
Be kind to your brother you don't know you might need a hand Be kind to your sister you don't know she might need a hand Stand, stand by the one's you stand by the one's you love May fights be long forgotten as friends we'll battle on Nobody is quite the same a fact that will remain Stand, stand by the one's you stand by the one's you love Stand, stand by the one's you stand by the one's you love Stand, stand by the one's you stand by the one's you love Stand, stand by the one's you stand by the one's you love

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If any one of New Brunswick’s great rivers has a delta, that’s surely the birthplace of the music of Bruised Orange.

Rootsy and vital, Bruised Orange’s songs are a gritty union of rural smarts and city electricity, of small lyrical details and big crunchy guitars.

Their tracks are simultaneously fermented and pure, a mélange of natural ingredients brewed into a golden roadhouse gospel.

You’ll find straight talk and slippery riffs at the heart of Bruised Orange’s latest, Ain’t That The Way.

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released July 17, 2014

Produced By Bruised Orange at Amberwood Studio
Photography by LeBlanc Images
Artwork by Rebecca McGraw

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