1. |
Type of Girl
04:15
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Give me a minute
Let me soak it all in
Let me think about burning the bridges I’m still crossing
Liquor on your breath making me feel hypnotized
Give me a chance to open up my eyes wide
I’m not the type of girl to let it all go
For a guy who doesn’t even know her
Deepest darkest fears and her fantasies
And even if I did,
I’m still not that type of girl
Let’s talk this over but you’re half asleep
You’re not listening to anything about my dream
Maybe I’m stupid to think that you’re the one
When all the signs are telling me to get up and run
I’m not the type of girl to let it all go
For a guy who doesn’t even know her
Deepest darkest fears and her fantasies
And even if I did,
I’m not the type of girl to let it all go
For a guy who doesn’t even know her
Deepest darkest fears and her fantasies
And even if I did,
Not that type of girl
Not that type of girl
Not that type of girl
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2. |
Pontiac Vibe
04:12
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I was driving home after a long day
Beads of light running down my windshield from the rain
Getting lost in my thoughts, I was far away
Eagles playing low on the radio
I feel like calling every person that I've ever known
Mind running over things that I can’t control
[Chorus]
Sitting at a green light with the doors open
A red Pontiac vibe from Michigan
Blue lights shining through the night
White sheet over the driver's side
Where were you going?
Does your family know why you're not taking their phone calls?
Were you going to see your girlfriend
Or say goodnight to your children?
Pontiac vibe
On your last night
Pontiac vibe
[Verse 2]
I said a little prayer and went on my way
I still think of you, but I never saw your face
But when I close my eyes ,the scene won’t fade
[Chorus]
Sitting at a green light with the doors open
A red Pontiac vibe from Michigan
Blue lights shining through the night
White sheet over the driver's side
Where were you going?
Does your family know why you're not taking their phone calls?
Were you going to see your girlfriend
Or say goodnight to your children?
Pontiac vibe
On your last night
Pontiac vibe, mm
[Bridge]
Did you have flowers in your front seat?
Did you stand someone up you were gonna meet?
Did you tell them when you were about to leave?
[Chorus]
Sitting at a green light with the doors open
A red Pontiac vibe from Michigan
Blue lights shining through the night
White sheet on the driver's side
Where were you going?
Does your family know why you're not taking their phone calls?
Were you going to see your girlfriend
Or say goodnight to your children?
Pontiac vibe
On your last night
Pontiac vibe, mm
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3. |
Trailer Park Cemetery
04:15
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Between the tall oaks
And a few southern pines
Down a dirt road
Past the rusty welcome sign
It don’t look like much
Just a group of double wides
They all have porches
Kids are playing in the streets
Say good morning
To every person that you see
That’s the way it is
And I wouldn’t change a thing
When I die
Lay me in a plot alongside
An above-ground pool
And a bright neon light
It’ll keep the ghosts away at night
And pretend not to know
The youth hangout is my stone
Littered beer cans
Will keep me feeling less alone
Even if it’s just my name they read while they’re getting stoned
So when the time comes
I wanna be buried
In a trailer park cemetery
I don’t want peace and quiet
It’s overrated anyway
I’ll take loud voices
Over silence any day
I don’t ask for much
Just wanna pick where my body lays
When I die
Lay me in a plot alongside
An above-ground pool
And a bright neon light
It’ll keep the ghosts away at night
And pretend not to know
The youth hangout is my stone
Littered beer cans
Will keep me feeling less alone
Even if it’s just my name they read while they’re getting stoned
When I die
Lay me in a plot alongside
An above-ground pool
And a bright neon light
It’ll keep the ghosts away at night
And pretend not to know
The youth hangout is my stone
Littered beer cans
Will keep me feeling less alone
Even if it’s just my name they read while they’re getting stoned
So when the time comes
I wanna be buried
In a trailer park cemetery
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4. |
Funeral
04:47
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I’ve been working all damn day
Praying that I won’t see your face
In strangers that pass by me
And in thoughts that won’t seem to fade
I can’t seem to let this go
It’s branded on my soul
Branded on my soul
As grass starts to grow
On turned soil
On turned soil
I’m sorry I didn’t make it home
I’m sorry I didn’t make it home
I’m sorry I didn’t make it home
To your funeral
I walk past your house
Whenever I am back in town
But I can’t face your parents
When did I become such a coward
I hope this does you justice
I can’t find the words
I can’t find the words
As I grow older
Your memory won’t get colder
It won’t get colder
Chorus
Said you wouldn’t touch that stuff again
You were always my best friend, I
Chorus
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Bridget Rian Nashville, Tennessee
The debut EP from Bridget Rian, Talking to Ghosts, is a delicate, dark and intricate collection of stories rooted in the bittersweet honesty about the fragile human condition. Exploring themes of mortality, loss, and nostalgia, the New York-raised singer-songwriter brings profound comfort to the listener with her ethereal vocals and contemplative storytelling. ... more
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