In Pieces

by Smith & Ryder

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Time borrowed, time wasted Time ain't really ever on our side Time heals us, time kills us Waits for no one on an endless tide. We can try to stop it We can try to steal it Take it slowly or rush on by. I can't change it You can't change it All we can do is watch it fly. Time bandit, time traveler Myths and stories passed from age to age Time ticking, time warping All we can do is turn the page. We can try to stop it We can try to steal it Take it slowly or rush on by. I can't change it You can't change it All we can do is watch it fly. Time borrowed, time wasted Time ain't really ever on our side Time heals us, time kills us Waits for no one on an endless tide.
2.
There's a dark dusty table An old clock keeping time The walls are covered in paper
 dated nineteen fifty nine A broom leans in the corner Cobwebs in the straw And that rusty old mirror It shows every flaw.
 And the street lights they flicker through the cracked window pane And the glass right beside me Can't hold half my shame There ain't time to feel lonely Ain't no time for feeling blue It's another day wasted Spent thinking of you. I burned all my time waiting for another man's life I never learned how to care for my own darling wife For the evil I done There's a price I must pay Now I'm tortured by visions The day she walked away And the street lights they flicker through the cracked window pane And the glass right beside me Can't hold half my shame There ain't time to feel lonely Ain't no time for feeling blue It's another day wasted Just thinking of you. And I'm wetting my lips now, oh for one final kiss I'd give all my time left, for one breath from your lips But you left me in pieces, and this bottles run dry So I'll beg for forgiveness But I'll settle for rye. And the street lights they flicker through the cracked window pane And the glass right beside me Can't hold half my shame There ain't time to feel lonely Ain't no time for feeling blue It's another day wasted Spent drinking to you.
3.
Some call him the Old Woodsman, carving down the names, of the sons of perdition. They know they are to blame. Some call him an Old Cowboy, riding cross the sky, on a horse breathing fire, with a cold light in his eye. Some call him the old trickster, the snake in the apple tree. Spinning webs of honey-soaked lies bring a good man to his knees. Some say he plays fiddle, and wants to cut a deal. Trade your soul for a pot of gold, all that you can steal. I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes. At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies. He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long. The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong. Some say he’s a dark prince, sitting on a throne. Reigning over all the damned, gnawing on their bones. Some say he’s the Lord of Flies, spreading his disease. He’s the author of the book of lies, the fell voice in the breeze. I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes. At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies. He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long. The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong.
4.
Some call him the Old Woodsman, carving down the names, of the sons of perdition. They know they are to blame. Some call him an Old Cowboy, riding cross the sky, on a horse breathing fire, with a cold light in his eye. Some call him the old trickster, the snake in the apple tree. Spinning webs of honey-soaked lies bring a good man to his knees. Some say he plays fiddle, and wants to cut a deal. Trade your soul for a pot of gold, all that you can steal. I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes. At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies. He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long. The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong. Some say he’s a dark prince, sitting on a throne. Reigning over all the damned, gnawing on their bones. Some say he’s the Lord of Flies, spreading his disease. He’s the author of the book of lies, the fell voice in the breeze. I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes. At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies. He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long. The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong.
5.
He had a two seam heater and a cutter too Take your best swing son he'll make a fool out of you. He was the king of the hill with a flat bill crown A party boy lover, the toast of the town. He had a girl named Allie she was second to none Wore his heart on a chain, hair red like the sun Now Sunday at the diner he's sitting alone. She serves his breakfast with a face made of stone. There ain't nowhere he can hide inside of this....small town. Where each glance reminds him how he let them down. It plays in endless repeats in his mind. Feeling small town blue, wishing he could find... Some way to rewind. His Mom was a nurse in the ICU. She was there when he walked in tore up and bruised. Best friend's on a gurney he ain't breathin' no more I guess they took one too many bottles from that liquor store. There ain't nowhere he can hide inside of this....small town. Where each glance reminds him how he let them down. It plays in endless repeats in his mind. Feeling small town blue, wishing he could find... Some way to rewind. One Sunday at the diner he didn't show up. One egg less to fry and and one empty cup. Two weeks went by before she sent the boys around. They found him in his chair next to one spent round. There ain't nowhere he can hide inside of this....small town. Where each glance reminds him how he let them down. It plays in endless repeats in his mind. Feeling small town blue, wishing he could find... Some way to rewind

about

"In Pieces" is the debut EP by the Worcester, MA area songwriting duo Smith & Ryder.

Read a review by Victor Infante (@ocvictor on twitter), published in the Worcester Telegram and Gazzette:

telegram.com/article/20160728/ENTERTAINMENTLIFE/160729289

and read Victor's review of the song Small Town Blue here:

www.telegram.com/article/20160110/ENTERTAINMENTLIFE/160119949

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Track List
1. It’s About Time (2:28)
Miriam Smith: Songwriter, Vocals, Violin.
Sean Ryder: Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Vocals.

2. Another Day Wasted (5:33)
Sean Ryder: Songwriter, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass.
Miriam Smith: Violin, Vocals.

3. Nothing But A Good Man (4:29)
Sean Ryder: Songwriter, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass.
Miriam Smith: Violin, Vocals.

4. Long Dirt Road (2:49)
Miriam Smith: Songwriter, Vocals, Violin.
Sean Ryder: Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Tin Whistle, Vocals.

5. Small Town Blue (4:54)
Sean Ryder: Songwriter, Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitar, Bass.
Miriam Smith: Violin, Vocals.

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released September 1, 2016

All recordings, mixing, mastering and artwork by Sean Ryder.
© and ℗ 2016 Smith & Ryder.

We are grateful for the support and encouragement of our families, the community spirit of Worcester county musicians and fans, and Rich Leufstedt for critically listening to an advance draft of the album.

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Singer / Songwriter from Worcester, MA. One half of the acoustic duo known as Smith & Ryder. We perform original music all over New England and beyond. www.seanrydermusic.com

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