1. |
Alone Time
04:15
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I been running.
I been hiding.
I been barely,
Surviving.
Now I’m gone,
It’s time.
Need some time,
To unwind.
Time alone,
Alone time.
Time alone,
It’s hard to find.
Looking for
a chance to leave.
Looking for
opportunities.
Life’s been heavy,
Days long.
Digging deep,
staying strong.
While I know,
could be worse.
Some things,
Were deserved.
Not ever perfect
Not ever close
always fed,
But covered with clothes.
No more pitty party for me,
No more “poor ol me”.
I been running,
I been hiding.
I’ve been barely,
Surviving.
Now I’m gone,
It’s time.
Need some time,
To unwind.
Time alone,
alone time.
Time alone,
It’s hard to find.
Looking for
a chance to leave.
Looking for
opportunities.
Got to embace,
Life as it goes.
Keep going,
on my toes.
Optimistic
And dancing,
Hugging
And romancing.
Optimistic
And dancing,
Hugging
And romancing.
I been running.
I been hiding.
I been barely,
Surviving.
Now I’m gone,
It’s time.
Need some time,
To unwind.
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2. |
Okie Dokie Mama
04:36
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Okie dokie mama.
Okie dokie dear.
Feather in my cap,
and a flower,
Tucked behind my ear.
Sun shines bright,
And the spring feels good,
I’m sitting in
The winter wood.
Fan a fire,
And warm some toes.
I’m chopping old wood,
That’s froze.
Okie dokie mama.
Okie dokie dear.
Feather in my cap,
and a flower,
Tucked behind my ear.
Banjo!
Kick some sticks,
Fan some flames.
I toss and turn,
Nerves are to blame.
Running around again
In my head,
All that’s left,
Is butter and bread.
No matter the season,
There’s a reason.
For keeping
My level head.
Forget about the sludge,
Forget about the grudge,
And focus on the peanut butter fudge.
Okie dokie mama,
Okie dokie dear.
Feather in my cap,
and a flower,
Tucked behind my ear.
Banjo…
Okie dokie mama,
Okie dokie dear.
Feather in my cap,
and a flower,
Tucked behind my ear.
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3. |
Night Stocker
03:14
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I’m a night stocker,
Stacking soup and beans.
Listening to country tunes,
It’s the bees knees.
The cheese isle’s
depleted.
And the produce
Needs cleanin.
I’m a night stocker,
I’m stalking groceries.
I’m a night stocker,
Punch in after dark.
I’m a night stocker,
Got the pallet jack parked.
A knife on my hip,
headphones in my ear,
Cutting boxes,
Without a customer to fear,
Oh I’m a night stocker,
Stalking groceries.
I love frozen pizza,
And I love pirogies.
Meet me in the French fry isle,
Whenever you need.
I’m a night stocker,
Stocking soup and beans.
Listening to country tunes,
It’s the bees knees.
Mmmm Mmm Mmm
I’m a night stocker,
Stocking soup and beans.
Listening to country tunes,
It’s the bees knees.
The cheese isle’s
depleted.
And the produce,
Needs cleanin’.
I’m a night stocker,
I’’m stalking groceries.
I’m a night stocker,
I’m stalking groceries.
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4. |
Lid Flipper
03:01
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I’m a lid flipper,
Always freaking out.
Worrying all the time,
It’s bad for my health.
I try to rest my brain,
But it’s racing again.
Not sure about tomorrow
Let’s see what it brings.
Another night comes,
I’d hoped I could relax.
Things seem different,
And life feels jacked.
I’ll skip counting sheep,
And count worry,
Stressing and sweating,
about to flip a lid.
I’m a lid flipper,
I’m always freaking out.
Worrying all the time,
It’s bad for my health.
I try to rest my brain,
But it’s racing again.
Not sure about tomorrow
Let’s see what it brings.
Life feels full,
And mind’s on overload.
Scattered around the room,
I can’t take much more.
If I don’t take a breath
I can’t go down that road,
If I don’t take a breath,
I’m about to explode.
I’m a lid flipper,
Always freaking out.
Worrying all the time
It’s bad for my health.
I try to rest my brain,
But it’s racing again,
Not sure about tomorrow,
Let’s see what it brings.
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5. |
Life Is Hard
03:24
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Life’s been hard,
Oh a wee bit strange.
Walking round in the yard,
In the pouring rain.
Forget all the worry,
Forget all the pain.
Things’ll work out,
And the sun will rise again.
Things get hard,
And things shake out.
Floating high in the sky,
With my feet flat on the ground.
I hope and I wonder,
Think positive thoughts…
But darkness overcomes,
And self doubt lands on top.
So keep that chin up,
Remind a friend,
How important they are,
No matter where they’ve been.
Another journey,
Another friend,
Things seem hard for me,
I’m sure it’s hard for them.
Life’s been hard,
Oh a wee bit strange.
Walking round in the yard,
In the pouring rain.
Forget all the worry,
Forget all the pain.
Things’ll work out,
And the sun will rise again.
Things’ll work out,
And the sun will rise again.
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Nicky Nieling Rochester, Minnesota
Nicky Nieling is a singer/songwriter based in Minnesota. He writes about experiences and observations, love, traffic, and the daily grind. His music is influenced by classic folk, blues, and country.
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