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Wasting My Time
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A sort of post traumatic stress disorder song that I wrote as a young man after returning from a discouraging and bewildering experience in the military.
praise his ways
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My thoughts are not your thoughts nor are your ways my ways says the LORD. As the heavens are higher than the earth so are my ways higher than yours. Isa: 55:9
"Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are towards us: they cannot be counted up in order to you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered." Psalms:40:5 This is what my music is all about.
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Country Blues
Charts
#682 today Peak #22
#82 in subgenre Peak #3
Author
Eric Randall
Rights
2019
Uploaded
June 21, 2019
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MP3 8.1 MB • 207 kbps • 5:27
Story behind the song
Written in my early days after a short but memorable journey in the US military during the Viet Nam war period.
Lyrics
Stranded in the alley tangled in my thoughts Landed in the valley with my feelings tied in knots There ain't a soul I can call on Out of control I gotta crawl on Branded in the alley strangled in my thoughts Backhanded in the valley while my conscience slowly rots There's no more holes I can hide in Just these telephone poles to confide in I'm wasting my time Singing you this rhyme So don't throw me no dime You oughta know that it wont do If you've ever been this blue And I'll tell you something true If I could find some way to smile Somewhere I could rest awhile And not have to walk another mile Without some love from you 'Cause can't you see that I'm lonely? And yes I know I'm not the only one But don't you care if I'm still lonely? Because reminding me that I'm not alone doesn't help me Yes reminding me that I'm not alone doesn't help me Stranded in the alley mangled in my thoughts Landed in the valley with my feelings tied in knots There ain't a soul I can call on Out of control I gotta crawl on Candid in the alley star spangled in my thoughts Commanded in the valley with the masters casting lots There's no more holes I can hide in Just these telephone poles to confide in
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