Travis Meadows - Killin’ Uncle Buzzy

Artist: Travis Meadows
Release: Killin’ Uncle Buzzy


1. Minefield

Bring out the pictures
A drink and a pill
Sharpen the scissors
See how they feel
Cut out the stitches so it never heals
It’s time to go play in a minefield
Strike a few matches
Laugh at the fire
Burn a few edges
Put them back in a pile
Swing from the pain that
I don’t want to kill
It’s time to go play in a minefield

Dance around dance around
Eyes good and closed
I can’t see nothing now till it explodes
Foot touches ground flesh touches steel
It’s time to go play in a minefield
Do to myself what nobody else will
It’s time to go play in a minefield

Put on that sweater
Made out of thorns
Fits like a noose but it’s comfortably warm
Scratch where it itches
Till I get my fill
It’s time to go play in a minefield

2. Grown Up Clothes

My daddy was a boy
All dressed up in grown up clothes
And the bottle my daddy clung to
Would not let my daddy go
At seventeen, he had a baby
He couldn’t watch that baby grow
And the baby grew up just like him
A little boy in grown up clothes
And the wind blows hard
And the rain comes down
You don’t get far alone
And you hide your scars
And you hate this town
Ain’t no such thing as home
I suppose, heaven knows
I’m just a boy in grown up clothes

Now that I’m older, not too much wiser
I think I know how my daddy felt
I’m good at runnin’, needin’ forgiveness
And livin’ with the cards I’m dealt
My daddy died when I was younger
I laid a stranger inside a hole
He never saw it, but I cried a little
Just like a boy in grown up clothes

And the wind blows hard
And the rain comes down
You don’t get far alone
And you hide your scars
And you hate this town
Ain’t no such thing as home
I suppose, heaven knows
I’m just a boy in grown up clothes

3. It Ain't Fun No More

It ain’t fun no more
Trouble all the time
Losin’ my mind

Wind up passed out on the floor
Police knocking on my door
It ain’t fun no more

It ain’t fun no more
Grinding my teeth
Blowin’ till it bleeds
Need that thing I don’t want no more
Lose my shit like a two-dollar whore
It ain’t fun no more
I rode that horse, my ass is sore
That shit ain’t fun no more

It ain’t fun no more
Can’t drink enough
To get a good buzz
Up it comes soon as I pour
Fight it down but lose the war
It ain’t fun no more
I rode that horse, my ass is sore
That shit ain’t fun no more

It ain’t fun no more
Losing my keys
Scraping my knees
It ain’t fun no more
Watching my phone
Hoping it rings
It ain’t fun no more
Hurtin’ like hell
Hurtin’ myself
It ain’t fun no more
Try to find water
In an empty well

4. Good Intentions

There’s a letter on the dresser
Without a postage stamp
Collectin’ dust with all that other junk

I’ve got a list of friends to call
Let ’em know I give a damn
Among the other things I still ain’t done
Oh, but I got good intentions

There’s a wife I need to thank
For lettin’ me leave when I did
And not tellin’ all the secrets she could tell
Give her a thousand dollars to help support my kids
She’ll probably smile and tell me to go to hell
Oh, but I got good intentions

I’m a guilty man excusing my behaviour
I crash and burn when I can’t find a saviour
And saying that I’m sorry ain’t gon’ help this time around
I fall down too many times to mention
With good intentions

There’s a baseball in the closet, it’s still in the box
I meant to send it off the 23rd
I missed my baby’s birthday, got drunk and just forgot
His mamma said he never said a word
That vodka in the freezer, I need to pour it out
Gonna take a swallow and pour it down the drain
Gonna call my buddy Roger and ask for his help again
Before I kill myself or go insane
I’ve broke a lot of promises dodged a lot of stones
I swear I can’t find one rock low enough for me to throw
Cos’ I’ve got good intentions

5. Let It Go

Had an old Ford Cobra with a 302 boss man sittin’ under the hood
Pullin’ on a cool up and down McDowell Road
Bill Lilly in the back seat rollin’ down the window, hittin’ every sign he could
Yellin’ hurry up boys, I’m runnin’ out of things to throw
I was trouble on legs like a worn-out razor, cuttin’ everything I touched
Cut one too many, so I figured I’d blaze a trail
I ran like the devil in a house on fire, but I didn’t run fast enough
You can run all you want, but you can’t outrun yourself

Let it go, what else can you do, oh
You can’t hold what you can’t hold, oh no
Can’t stay young, gotta get old
It ain’t like you ain’t never been told
It don’t do no good to complain about the pain you can’t outgrow
Let it go

Time flies by like an angry girl, ain’t thought about home in years
Last thing I heard Booty Little got drunk and died
So they all got together and they said a few words
And they covered the stones with beer
There’s a hole in the ground don’t never get satisfied

Let it go, what else can you do, oh
You can’t hold what you can’t hold, oh no
Can’t stay young, gotta get old
It ain’t like you ain’t never been told
It don’t do no good to complain about the pain you can’t outgrow
Let it go

Let it go
You only go around once
And it don’t go slow like a bullet from a gun
You can’t un-live where you come from you know

6. God Speaks

Seems like every time I turn around
I’m reaching out for answers I can’t find
Just when I think I don’t need help
There’s two more steps I don’t have strength to climb
My prayers just hit the ceiling
Fall down so heavy I can feel ’em
You, can change my world, can change my mind
With just one word when you believe it
Me, I don’t know much, but I know love
And that’s enough to one who needs it
When God ain’t getting through,
God speaks to me, through you

Livin’ here is hard enough
Without the crazy stuff I do to me
I know I’m stubborn, hard to tame
Drawn to trouble, half the time insane
This old heart just keeps on beating
I’m still alive, must be a reason

You, can change my world, can change my mind
With just one word when you believe it
Me, I don’t know much, but I know love
And that’s enough to one who needs it
When God ain’t getting through,
God speaks to me, through you

7. It Gets Better

I keep waiting on the magic
They say it’s supposed to happen
If I do what they say I need to do

I ain’t too good at waiting
I’m even worse at praying
I’m a hard sell even when I know the truth

They say it gets better
But I don’t see no change in the rainy weather
Maybe I just heard wrong all together
Read a book, call a friend, get a day, try again

Three days feels like forever
Last time, I ’bout made seven
That’s enough right there to make me want to drink
What in the hell do I think I’m doin’
Who do I think I’m foolin’
That’s what I get every time I try to think

They say it gets better
But I don’t see no change in the rainy weather
Maybe I just heard wrong altogether
Read a book, call a friend, get a day, try again

If I can just get home without stoppin’
Get inside my door and lock it
Read a book, call a friend, go to bed
Maybe I’ll be better then

8. Davidson County Police

I came to town to make a difference
I had a story to tell
I told it loud, but my opinion didn’t go over so well
Waiting, but they never came
The Davidson County Police know my name

I played in dive bars, forgettable clubs
I wrote songs that nobody heard
I sold guitars for watered down drugs
I rode all the way to the curb
If dumb makes you famous, then I can’t complain
The Davidson County Police know my name

I’m coming to terms with myself
Almost comfortable in my own skin
We all stumble on this side of Hell
Hell, I might just do it again
But I’ve got no reason to be ashamed
The Davidson County Police know my name

Now I’ve got more stories
And I’ve got more music
I got more songs I can sing
And I’ve got more patience
And faith now to use it
A past in the cracks in between
I’m partially broken, with parts of me sane
The Davidson County Police know my name

I’m coming to terms with myself
Almost comfortable in my own skin
We all stumble on this side of Hell
Hell, I might just do it again
But I’ve got no reason to be ashamed
The Davidson County Police know my name

I live for the moment, while moments remain
Roll with the punches, I’m numb to the pain
Cry for the prisoners, still tied to their chains
The Davidson County Police know my name

9. What We Ain't Got

We all want what we ain’t got
Our favourite doors are always locked
On a higher hill on a taller top
We all want what we ain’t got
We ain’t happy where we are

There’s greener grass in the neighbour’s yard
With a bigger house and faster car
We ain’t happy where we are
All I want is what I had
I’d trade it all just to get it back
She’s moving on, but I guess I’m not
We all want what we ain’t got

We all wish it didn’t hurt
When you try your best, but it doesn’t work
Goodbye’s such a painful word
We all wish it didn’t hurt

All I want is what I had
I’d trade it all just to get it back
She’s moving on, but I guess I’m not
We all want what we ain’t got

I wanted the world till my whole world stopped
Love like that ain’t easily forgot
We all want what we ain’t got

10. Learning How To Live Alone

I need to clean up this old house
I need to take the garbage out
My boy’s coming over for the weekend
I can’t wait to see him
We’ll order out watch cartoons
Build a big ‘ole fort in the living room
He’s only eight years old
He don’t know

I stay home a lot, alone a lot
And I try to turn the lights off around ten o’clock
I read some, hit my knees some
I don’t know what to do with all this freedom
The TV keeps me company when he’s gone
I’m learning how to live alone

My old friends don’t come around
We all choose sides when the ship goes down
I outgrew my reputation
I’m on vacation
Ain’t had a drink in seven months
To tell the truth, I ain’t wanted one
The holidays got pretty rough, though
I came so close

I stay home a lot, alone a lot
And I try to turn the lights off around ten o’clock
I read some, hit my knees some
I don’t know what to do with all this freedom
I sleep better with the TV on
I’m learning how to live alone

Every night, might be just what I need
I think this whole thing will wind up being good for me

I sleep good, eatin’ pretty good
And I’m doin’ better than I thought I ever would
I read some, try to hit my knees some
And I pay my health a little more attention
At this point it don’t matter who was wrong
It’s time for growin’ up and movin’ on
And learning how to live alone