Shreds
Grieves Lyrics
I don't believe in cutting corners
Own it like a scar on the face
Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place
Not really the one to give God praise
But if you got the gospel then tell me how it taste
Hallelujah
Biting on the bullet for strength
I'm a long distance runner sucker
It's not a matter of whether or not you can play
But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make us stay
Lay it down
Separate the men from the mice
Another body under halogen lights missing its life
Wondering what the hell would make you think that
You could judge another person for loving something so much it hurts the stomach
Living by the blood in my neck
With a bulls eye tatted on the back of my head
I never spoke it how they wanted it to be said
So they left me for the winter and the wolves
[Hook]
Tear me into shreds
Rip me into bits
Tear another page out
Punch me in the ribs
I can smell the poison on your lips
Whatever it is I'd be willing to bet
They want to get inside my head
Tell me how it is
Sitting in a tower with a rifle and a list
I can see the razor on your lips
Whatever it is I'd be willing to bet
You should of held your breath
I don't believe in sitting down
Take it like a knife in the back
If it burnt out into nothing after striking the match
I've never been the type to follow the pack
So if its true you got all the answers
Then why the hell you so mad then?
Another holy ghost laid script
Clipped the wings off of my words
And buried the shit
They want to pick apart the passion in my ribs
I invite them
Cause I don't run away from shit
Lay it out
Separate the guns and the flowers
The minutes that go into all of these hours
And I bet if you were given a smidgen of just the tip of the ice berg
I've had to struggle with you
Wouldn't act so sour, maybe not
Livin' off the fruit of my stress
With a size twelve boot heel stepping on my chest
Didn't do it how they wanted it to end
So they threw me to the winter and wolves
Tear me into shreds
Rip me into bits
Tear another page out
Punch me in the ribs
I can smell the poison on your lips
Whatever it is I'd be willing to bet
They want to get inside my head
Tear me into shreds
Rip me into bits
Tear another page out
Punch me in the ribs
I can smell the poison on your lips
Whatever it is I'd be willing to bet
They want to get inside my head
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Having spent nearly two years on the road touring in support of 88 Keys and Counting,
The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances. Read Full BioHaving spent nearly two years on the road touring in support of 88 Keys and Counting,
The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances. The recording process began to shadow the theme of the album as it saw tracks recorded in Colorado and Washington in addition to New York, infusing it with a mixture of regional influences while still maintaining a cohesive sound. As the album neared completion the title took on a double meaning for Grieves as he explored new subject matter in the absence of trust, refuge in addiction, acceptance and honesty in self-reflection, and trying to find his place in the world without forgetting his roots.
The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances. Read Full BioHaving spent nearly two years on the road touring in support of 88 Keys and Counting,
The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances. The recording process began to shadow the theme of the album as it saw tracks recorded in Colorado and Washington in addition to New York, infusing it with a mixture of regional influences while still maintaining a cohesive sound. As the album neared completion the title took on a double meaning for Grieves as he explored new subject matter in the absence of trust, refuge in addiction, acceptance and honesty in self-reflection, and trying to find his place in the world without forgetting his roots.
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JayVic
Once I heard this track looked up grieves and just was like alright this dude is a genius and bought as many albums as I could.
Lissi Flores22
Sunshine is good song redone
Lissi Flores22
Cool
Zach Warr
Indeed..
MikeyBCook
That husky/malamute running behind him obviously just wants to play
Destiny Stout
I'm so mad that he is sooo underrated, he's so talented. I found him on accident on iheartradio and have been listening to him for a few years now
Jesse Townsend
Accident got me to him as well on "what it dew" he's an original. Great music.
Melissa Marie
Destiny Stout agree I have too
Dan Zierath
I will take a Minnesota rapper and his axe over some fake gangster and his gatt any day.
Riley Rider
For real