Mama Tired from All Bad by Nick Shoulders
Tracklist
| 8. | Mama Tired | 4:12 |
Lyrics
Beckoned by boredom’s yawn
At the crack of every dawn
I default to you by no fault of my own
I wonder if I stare more at you, or the things I oughta do
I truly wish that I knew life without a screen
Remember when we used to read?
when we remembered all our dreams
I scroll to be sold my favorite nightmares
But you’re the first light that I see
And I crane my neck for thee
I truly wish that I knew life without a screen
I can feel my poor eyes tire
If I ain't hooked then I am a liar
I’ve never felt so close to so many yet so far away
Where do our precious hours fly
If our brains hurt we all know why
Who can blame a body for not wanting to be alone
Remember when we used to read?
when we remembered all our dreams
I scroll to be sold my favorite nightmares
But you’re the first light that I see
And I crane my neck for thee
I truly wish that I knew life without a screen
Credits
License
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Here to put the "Try" in country. Wielding a high yodel and whistle crafted from a lifetime chasing lizards through the Ozark hills, Nick combines his family's deep ties to southern traditional music with years singing to empty street corners to create this hybridized form of raucous country music: born of some dark holler and bred to be stomped into the New Orleans dancefloors it now calls home.