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No Standing

by Scott Simpson

Trail Tunes composed for the first annual Black Hills 100 Ultra Marathon. Designed as a sound track for running, biking, hiking or walking the trails of the Black Hills.
Genre: Rock: Adult Alternative Pop/Rock
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1. Starting Out
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2. No Standing
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3. Climb
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4. Ramble
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5. Cruisin' the 89
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6. Sometime
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7. Dusk
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8. Kick It
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9. Crooked Tree
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10. Close to Home
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
No Standing

I put one foot right in front of the other
And the moment goes behind my back
It’s no magic trick I’m performing,
No rabbit inside my hat.

Sometimes it feels like an awful lot of trouble
Sometimes I don’t know my up from down
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a bubble
Going round and round and round and round

Every valley feels like a mountain;
Every mountain falls short of the sky;
Every desert shines like a fountain;
Every river’s running dry.
No there’s no standing on level ground
No standing on level ground—
It can’t be found.

Now I used to think there was a destination
That would ease my mind—allay my frustration,
Truth is, to stop’s to die
So I stay on the move, I don’t close my eyes.
Rest comes, the best comes
When you carry it inside you, you let it ride you;
The test comes, bread crumbs,
Take out the garbage—don’t let it hide you.
Stop looking for an easy street
You find yourself when you feel your feet.
Every struggle’s as tough as the last,
As rich as the past—slow or fast.
There’s no points or medals or prizes
That can cure your heart.
Peel off the disguises.
Take the path just as it’s given,
To stop’s to die, to move is livin’.

Every valley feels like a mountain;
Every mountain falls short of the sky;
Every desert shines like a fountain;
Every river’s running dry.
No there’s no standing on level ground
No standing on level ground—
It can’t be found.

Every valley feels like a mountain;
Every mountain falls short of the sky;
Every desert shines like a fountain;
Every river’s running dry.
Oh there’s no standing on level ground,
No standing on level ground…
No standing on level ground—
It can’t be found.



Ramble

Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
You know, it gets too safe, and I gotta gamble, yeah
If there’s some danger, I’ll grab a handful, yeah
Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Well, it don’t take much to move me on
Blink your eyes and I’ll be gone, yeah
Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Yeah, Yeah

Well, it’s time for me to hit the road
I’m gonna speak my mind and lift my load and go…
You don’t have to say a thing,
This road has got a song it’s gonna sing for me, yeah
It’s gonna sing a song for me, yeah
Almost any time of year
There’s mountains callin’ me, I hear it
I cannot stay safe at home
Honey I just got to, I got to roam awhile, yeah
Yeah, yeah..

Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
You know, it gets too safe, and I gotta gamble, yeah
If there’s some danger, I’ll grab a handful, yeah
Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Well, it don’t take much to move me on
Blink your eyes and I’ll be gone, yeah
Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Yeah, Yeah

(instrumental) Yeah, Yeah…

Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
You know, it gets too safe, and I gotta gamble, yeah
If there’s some danger, I’ll grab a handful, yeah
See, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Well, it don’t take much to move me on
Blink your eyes and I’ll be gone, yeah
Well, I get restless, I gotta ramble, yeah
Yeah, Yeah


Sometime

Sometimes I step out the door
Just like I’m waking up from a dream;
All the walls and all the plans
Are really thinner than they seem.
Sometimes the clouds open up like a big-ol’ book
And I fall between the lines;
The black and white matters only half as much
As the rhythm and the rhyme.
Sometimes…

Some time ago I knew a kid;
He was waiting on his ship to arrive.
He could see the empty port,
But he couldn’t hear the music of the tide.
He said, “Sometime, it’s gonna work out for me,
Sometime I’m gonna have my day…
Sometime…” He said, “Somehow…
Someone… some way…”
Sometimes…

Sometimes the way is rocky,
Sometimes it’s so damn steep
I want to crawl into the ditch,
I want to curl up and sleep.
Sometime never seems to come
When I call her out of fear,
But sometimes Sometime nudges me awake
And I realize Sometime was always here.
Sometime…

Well, the thing that you wanted so bad
Is the thing that’s gonna make you blind,
But when the thing you have is all you want,
Then you’re living in Sometime.
So take a breath for happiness,
Breathe out a sigh for love,
And find the story that you’re in
And find it big as the sky—the sky above.
Sometime…

Sometimes I walk out the door
It’s like waking up from a dream;
All the walls and all the plans,
Oh, they’re thinner than they seem.
Sometimes the clouds open up like a book
And I fall between the lines.
The black and white don’t matter that much to me
I want the rhythm… I want the rhyme.
Sometime…



Kick It

I was born
With a stubbornness inside,
if you close that door,
I’m gonna kick it open,
Kick it open wide, Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah…

Back in first grade, old Mrs. Nielson
Pulled me close, said, “How does it feel son
To be taking up space and time,
‘Cause you’re wasting yours and you’re wasting mine.”

So I learned what I should not do,
What I could not do,
What I would not do;
And I learned that, whatever they said,
I’d rather be dead than keep it in my head.

They said, “Here is the line.”
I was already somewhere else doing something else,
And calling it mine.
They said, “You need a ticket.”
I said, “Then stand aside—it’ll open wide
‘Cause I’m gonna kick it.”

Yeah-Yeah…

Too many people these days
Walking around in a pitiful haze.
Everybody’s full of doubt, they can’t get out--
Too afraid to shout.

You never know what the boundaries are
‘til you see how far you can push that bar.
You’ll find yourself defined by the corporate mind
and the bottom line.

They say, “Stay in your place.”
I say, “I’m movin’ on; I’ll see you there
At the end of this race.”
They say, “You don’t get to pick it.”
I say, “Then set ‘er up straight and make it look great,
Cause I’m gonna kick it.”

I was born
With a stubbornness inside,
if you close that door,
I’m gonna kick it open,
Kick it open wide, Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah…

I’m gonna kick it, I’m gonna kick it…

I was born…
But not yesterday.


Copyright 2010, Scott Simpson, All Rights Reserved

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