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Without Strings

from Lonesome and Midnight by Rand Reynolds

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They called her dirty angel
Little rough round the edge
Maybe too much makeup
And diamonds that she dangled
From a chain on her chest
Little silver cross crucifix
That she kissed when she got real stressed
It all seemed to make sense then.

But she knew she was different
And she knew she couldn’t win
When she’d open up her mouth
Try to make a point about why she did
All the weird things
Crisp white shirt and catholic plaid
Was she gonna be good today?
Or did she wanna be real bad ?
And she looked for love
Wherever she could find it
Sharing a sweet hash pipe
With lovers and liars.

She gave away all her soft toys
Which made them happy, bad boys
And she finally felt wanted
But there’s a price to hold onto those small joys.

I saw her on the corner there all used up
Holding nickels in a Starbucks grande cup
And her lip was all swollen
And her eyes, she was floating
On an illegal substance
And she needed a bump
She couldn’t hear or didn’t want to
Passerby’s who called her cunt.

Her sin had taken her farther
Than she’d ever wanted to go
And it kept her there
A lot longer than she wanted to stay.
And when ya reach that high
Everything you need has a price
Nothing comes free
Every breathing day is a luxury.

I kissed the dirty angel
For old times’ sake
She knew my hands
Recognized my face.
But she closed her eyes
Whispering something ‘bout “I don’t need
This to be happening right now
So why not turn around and just leave?”
But her mother and me
Used to make up one family
In a house torn down
In a home that was real loud.

I didn’t promise her a childhood past
I didn’t give her any dreams that would last
I couldn’t tempt her with adolescent things
Didn’t promise her anything but me.
Once again
But without strings
Wherever that leads
What love brings (means)
Without strings.

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from Lonesome and Midnight, released March 1, 2009
R.Reynolds, ASCAP@2009

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Rand Reynolds Nashville, Tennessee

Rand Reynolds writes authentic Hillbilly Noir, a new music genre he created in 2005 to describe his haunting Edgar Allen Poe- like lyrics accompanied by a stark, rustic Martin guitar sound. The songs reek of the human abyss, danger and disappointment because, in Reynolds' Noir world, hope and desperation go hand in hand -- for his dreams of easy deliverance are empty, two sided and vague. ... more

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