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On a Receipt

by Nel Gatlin

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Elizabeth Hagen This entire album is a genuine outpouring of Nelson's soul through amazing musical talent. There is no purer music than what he has recorded for this, and no better musician to support. Favorite track: The Last Weekend.
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On a Receipt 02:42
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I've been talking about myself / I can't talk about much else And it feels good, your love / Leaves me, wanting more I'm dreaming of moving somewhere else We're all talking about the time / That night I lost my mind Drinking, too fast / I broke my favorite shot glass Please stop telling lies / That night I got too high, And wanted to end my own life Will I ever learn? Don't worry about me. It's time to put the book back on the shelf It's about time I ask for help You've got your family / I've got skinned knees It's time I left and didn't come home But you know I won't It's time I saw someone else I'm sick of writing about myself Feeling so cold / All the warmth Miami stole There's someone who thinks I'm great / I drowned her in Montego Bay The last thing I deserve is someone new Feeling alone is sacred and all I know Starving for comfort never ends, Though I'm in love with all my friends / I'm in love with all my friends Please help me to breath Or leave me here to drown You were everything to me
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This is the last weekend / that I will ever live I'm dying to see it end Spent the day in my bed / wish I could sleep instead I'm waiting until the end. This is the first weekend / that I should feel so alone I don't think it will ever end It's just a one-way plane / get on the runway, love I love you more than I can stand Knife cuts through the window / Knife cuts through the air Knife cuts through your pictures at which I stare I'm ready to forgive / My heart is broken, but I don't care I just hope that you are well Spent the day in my head / cried more than I've slept I'm so confused and mostly scared Silence cuts through the mirror / Silence rips me apart Your silence cuts to the bottom of my aching heart
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You were high on crack cocaine / with Jerry Only In those days I was feeling pretty lonely and I realized that I / was an agent of the estranged My eyes were red from every word I'd read My eyes were red I was drunk up on the stage / and some were listening I've been dreaming all my life / of a thousand eyes glistening As I walk upon the stone / and pray to my jury of captives, who Know my songs and sing along, Please sing along I was passed out on the couch / with friendly faces In a manic state for weeks / I was happy and I was going places Until I felt alone that night / a ghost, wrecked, miserable sight Saved by a friend, I'm so sorry, I will change again I was trying to break your heart / and you weren't helping I couldn't keep myself from tears But you were only empty You didn't say anything I wanted to jump from this stage / to my death But I was saved Yeah, I guess that I was saved I'm sorry I get that way - I guess things aren't so bad, But honestly, I'm tired of sleeping and sleeping alone.
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Beach Song 05:49
And I'm alone again / 3AM and I'm still living These old crutches will kill me / if only I'd let them I let the night sleep / if only I could keep it My heart sunk an hour ago / like the lights on the water The beach is quiet now / like I'm trying to be I wish she was here right now / I'm sure she'd listen to me Sometimes the ocean beckons me / I pretend that I can't swim Her hymns only depress me / with caresses cold and grim But I'm sailing all the time / I'm with her in my mind She loves me more than life / but life's not worth my time And I will live alone / long enough to feel her here Much like all the years, the years Two miles due south I threw away my reason Tossed it to the water and let it drown Maybe I should put my drink down / and retire like the others But my mind is running miles now / and tears nearly come I know I'll be alone / at least til late morning comes but I won't turn out the lights for a while This summer I'll jump off the edge / I'll fall in love again Will it be worth it in the end?
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I left it all to trust I'll trade my bones for rust If that is what you want, Then it's what I'll give Because I, I want to know What you're thinking now I'll love you anyhow Do you want to drop out? Just hear me out. Because I, I want you
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On the day that I left, you spoke to me in rhythm I heard songs in your heartbreak and I wrote them in my notebook And on the day I said goodbye, I spoke to you in anger I said I will not waste my time with you When I boarded my flight, I could feel my hands still shaking Surrounded by handsome strangers, I'd taken out my camera for A picture of the clouds, miles above the earth and lonely It reminds me I'm a bastard and a killer - But don't talk to me like I am still fucked up in apartments where my friends drink themselves to death I spend each day searching for a meaningful connection Like the one that I thought we had before I realized that I was dreaming Now I'm terrified of giving everyone what I gave you; A proper burial, with all of your favorite flowers And words that you'd long ago made empty
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Left 04:49
I dream of sharks at the end of the pier; Sweetness, I'm not a poet, I'm a prophet, dear Perfect, I'm not angry I can't have my way It's just rain on a miserable day I dreamt of a grey lake underground I heard the dead whisper in my ear If anything I'm alone here If anything, I'm alone And my tears / fall down And disappear / before they reach the ground I felt an ocean drown out my sighs Sweetness, the deepest blue is pouring from your eyes Perfect, I could feel you after every breath Would I could feel you until my death And a doe / soft brown Bullet strikes / fall to the ground And my fears / never drown Deep blue fades / without a sound
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I chose the longest route back home Steer from the lights and pass them on It's late and dark and I'm alone Fly past the trees on windy hill The moon sees the leaves are moving still Symbol of life, talk me to my death Under the streetlamps I'm too pale They're daunting and grim but bright as hell Shiners of light, lead me to the dark I wish for the clouds to fall down And hold me close until I drown The rain will fall, and so will I Stormy night, sing me to sleep In my dreams, she's mine to keep The soft light, the soft warmth, around us She and I will sleep together I'm shaking in fear from my shadow It lays in the dark along the road As I run, I'm out of breath; and I smile When I was young I held a knife Was it mercy to save my life? I let it all die as the years passed by Stormy night, sing me to sleep In my dreams, she's mine to keep The soft light, the soft warmth, around us She and I will sleep forever
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Big Alone 03:33
On the way back home, I found my mother's Big Alone Driving faster than I'd ever dared, I wasn't scared to crash that night, in my car, I was taking turns like a superstar - If I could make it there, when I grow up Because living's alright, but dying is okay too; I felt like you could outlive the memory of me On the way back home, I found comfort in your tone I'm alright, everything is alright It's been years since that night And I've discovered that this ocean on my mind And the Big Alone I've inherited is not mine What cover for my naive eyes and this Garden under my nose I had a dream last night You said, "Now's your chance or Goodbye" ... but when I woke, you were still there I was breathing the tangles in your hair I had this dream last night Now's your chance or Goodbye Now's your chance or Goodbye
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Took so long to make it home / was such a foggy night I want to speak in tongues for the rest of my life I am so inspired I'm sick of speaking my mind like anyone can hear my words, like I am heard Over the sound of my mistakes I lose my train of thought .. Where's my muse? No more blue I want to sing poetry / I want to sing beautifully I don't want to sing open wounds I want to smile; I want to make you... Where's my muse? No more blue I want to run for miles / I want to run I was hanging on last night With my head to the ground and my feet upside I want to hang around for the rest of my life, but I fell and hit the ground stood up, brushed off, and looked around I was lucky that no one saw me So I guess I'll speak more riddles like anyone can hear my voice, like I am heard, over the sound of a talking crowd.
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Haunted 08:02
Sycophants climb over the dead just to get to where I am The Liar's game, dressed in red and shame I don't play that way I was two weeks late for my own trial But I passed in style Talking to strangers in a bar I'd never been before About how the moon falls around the Earth Like how I fall around my words And I'd felt for once like I had the brains To make someone proud I feel you, man Out there on your own Moonlight shines on farmhouses and summer fields My hand is clenched tight around my knife As I walk my road, I am followed back home I am haunted by you and your spotted red dress Those pearls around your neck Your dimpled chin, silver-blue eyes Long dark hair and pleasure sighs And I know, I'm probably not your kind I'm not handsome or fine I don't shut up like a man; I talk too much With my bleeding heart out in my hands I'm a leader, with a quiet voice, unheard You'll never hear a word They'd rather be sleeping And I'd rather fall down sideways Fall down sideways, into my head talk myself to sleep and dream of you Fall down sideways, into those pools Where I will drown never to wake up No offense, I want you out of my head I kind of like where I am The fighter's game, dress up in my name I don't want to play anymore Because I'd felt for once like I had the brains To make myself proud

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"On a Receipt" is a full-length album of bedroom recordings by Nelson Gatlin.

All songs written between 2012 and now, "On a Receipt" is audio heartbreak, remembering the worst and the whatever.

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released June 10, 2014

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Nel Gatlin Foley, Alabama

Nelson Gatlin is a musician from Foley AL.

I write songs about things that I am going through or things that I have been through.

I also produce music under the name AGGRESSOR.
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