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Never Trust a Girl With a Guitar

by Mama Gina

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Never Trust a Girl With a Guitar (c) 11/2021 LaMonte Never trust a girl with a guitar She’ll sing to make you laugh, before she sings to make you cry She’ll turn the key inside your soul, and take it for a ride Then she’ll tell the whole world who you really are Never trust a girl with a guitar She never sings a lie that isn’t true You can stay or you can fly … she will blame it all on you Still you’ll love her as she slowly breaks your heart Yeah, never trust a girl with a guitar She’ll wrap your pain in brilliance Make you her new favorite villain You can’t say you weren’t willin’ from the start Every song’s a weapon in her hands Destroyin’ all your ever-after plans Mmmmm, you’re just a story … she’s the star Never trust a girl with a guitar And when the worst is over, you’re still listenin’ in your car Yeah, never trust a girl Never trust a girl Never trust a girl with a guitar
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People Do This Every Day written New Year's Day 2022 (c) G. LaMonte All the bridges cross that Mississippi River Make my hands shake on the wheel Never seems enough room for that semi rollin' past me I hold my breath, wish I were anywhere but here I hold my breath, but I'm not brave I hold my breath and say People do this every day People do this every day I cross that river, but I'm not brave I cross that river and say People do this every day People do this every day Cold, dark evenings, and I could use some warmth and light My hands, they tremble, as I set that match to strike I fear the spark that goes astray I hold my breath, pretend that I don't fear that flame I hold my breath, but I'm not brave I hold my breath and say People do this every day People do this every day I light that fire, but I'm not brave I light that fire and say People do this every day People do this every day Space between us seems so wide Afraid of reachin' the other side My heart could break and my trust ain't free I hold my breath, wish I were anyone but me I hold my breath, but I'm not brave I hold my breath and say People do this every day People do this every day I give my heart, but I'm not brave I give my heart and say People do this every day People do this every day Now, I ain't fearless and I ain't brave But people do this every day I hold my breath and I step into this mess 'cause People do this every day People do this every day
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Hold Up the Sky written summer 2022 (c) G. LaMonte She's holdin' up the sky for everyone she's ever loved Oooh, her arms are tired She knows that ground below and every star hangs up abive Now her world's on fire She says I can't hold on Gotta let go For just a little while Yeah, it's been a wild ride, she dug in where she could She might have been a bad girl, but she done a lot more good Ain't holdin' on to yesterday, the past is in the past The future's burnin' down like it ain't made to last She says I can't hold on Gotta let go May you find all your tomorrows where you'll love more than today May you find the wind and wings to learn to fly May you find that someone May you find that someone Someone to hold up the sky She's lookin' at her children and lookin' to her grands But they're all busy makin' sparks with their busy hands They can't see the future for the smoke that's in their eyes And she lets fly May you find that someone May you find that someone Someone to hold up the sky The future is a child Arms stretched to the clouds They may not remember But they already know how To find all their tomorrows where they'll love more than today Yeah, they've got the wind and wings to learn to fly May you find your someone Hope you find that someone Someone to hold up the sky May you find your someone Maybe you will be the one Someone to hold up the sky
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Dust 03:51
Dust (c) 2021 G. LaMonte Dust from half a world away Now there's a haze on Lemon Bay Paints my sunset end of day Perfection My fractured soul could not resist Your passion, your pain, heartbreak and bliss But this dust, this life, it all moves in One direction I was strong, I was stone I hoped I'd be enough Now I'm worn, and you're gone And I'm dust These broken pieces of myself They change the story I will tell Bound to me and ground away To memories I can't trust I hoped I'd be enough Now I'm worn, and you're gone And I'm a million prisms I can't see They change the sky and I believe They soothe the edges of the day To violet and rust I was strong, I was stone I hoped I'd be enough Now I'm worn, and you're gone And I'm dust
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No Such Thing As a Straight Line © G. LaMonte 2/2014 No such thing as a straight line - The path you’re walkin’ No such thing as a straight line - It will take you round the world The best thing you can do my friend - Is meet yourself there at the end No such thing as a straight line - The universe is curled No such thing as a lost soul - Oh, that pain you’re feelin’ No such thing as a lost soul - You just forgot you came to play The best thing you can do my friend - Is love yourself and start again No such thing as a lost soul - You are always on your way Earth is round - Sun is round - Moon is round - Mother’s belly is so round No such thing as a straight line (4x) Maybe it's just some black hole - Not the way you’re thinkin’ Maybe it's just some black hole - The theory, it has changed We are all just quantum souls - We can live or watch, but we can’t do both Maybe it's just some black hole - Horizons, they do change No such thing as a straight line - The path you’re walkin’ No such thing as a straight line - It will take you round the world The best thing you can do my friend - Is meet yourself there at the end No such thing as a straight line - The universe is curled
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Tupelo 04:06
Tupelo (c) 2019 G. LaMonte Siftin' through some dead man's life Talkin' to his grievin' wife Yard sale down in Tupelo Took a couple things home Shelled pecans, honeybees Magnolia blossoms on the breeze Natchez Trace, and oh, those trees They run right up to the road Everywhere I look I see the King is still a boy I can hear his laughter here before I hear that voice That voice that every mama knows Liquid whiskey dreams and ramblin' rose Sunday drive in Tupelo AM it don't come in clear FM ain't got a god damned thing I wanna hear So I'll just listen to the music Of my wheels on gravel road Gospel song from some old shack Just enough to take me back I ain't been to church in years Ain't no time now for me to go It's time for me to go Everywhere I look I see the King is still a boy I can hear his laughter here before I hear that voice That voice that every mama knows Liquid whiskey dreams and ramblin' rose Sunday drive in Tupelo Siftin' through some dead man's life Talkin' to his grievin' wife Yard sale down in Tupelo Took a couple things home
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Uvalde Lullaby (c) 4/2022 G. LaMonte Hush now Evil walks Breathe ye soft And be still Quiet now Doors are locked You are on your own I'm not here If ye live, run to me If ye go, find me in my dreams Hush now Evil walks Breathe ye soft And be still Breathe ye shallow And be still
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Harder 03:22
Harder (c) 2020 G. LaMonte I know you’re tired … but there’s still babies dyin’ I know you want to sleep … but these bullets flyin’ I know you need to rest … this storm’s still comin’ We got to do our best … we can’t stop runnin’ Life is hard … I’m gonna love you harder Got to try … harder Some words don’t mean a thing … when we all know they’re lyin’ I know that you’re afraid … say, what’s the use in tryin’ But you and I … we got each other When life is hard … we go harder Life is hard … I’m gonna love you harder Got to try … harder My love’s no sweet, soft thing I’ll give you everything We were made for times like this I’ll take you higher, deeper, stronger Harder
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New Religion 04:44
New Religion (c) 2021 G. LaMonte No burdens to bear No crosses to burn No catechismal hate For children to learn No lines in the sand The sands they have shifted New ground to stand Where we are all lifted Welcome to, welcome to I want to welcome you To the new religion No prayers for redemption No original sin No going back To where we have been Light of Divine Love Shines on our vision We are sacred without We are sacred within Welcome to, welcome to I want to welcome you To the new religion Come out of your exile Fathers, daughters, sons and mothers There was only ever one rule Love yourself and love each other Welcome to, welcome to I want to welcome you To the new religion I put out a call to you, my community. And you responded! I acknowledge and celebrate every single person who contributed their talent to New Religion. Because of you, I was able to achieve my vision. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Sax - Rachel Welch Choir: Alba Paglia Kauffman Alexian Debe Fisher Dru Ann Welch eric.a.casey Ginger Ackley James Mahaffey Jesse Guggino Laura Perry Leah Clark Meren King Michael Rashas MJ Dellucci Nikki Kirby Opal Luna Pulsar27 Vicki Scotti of Hecate’s Wheel Zane Ratcliffe
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Hey Mr. Christopher (c) 2022 LaMonte Hey Mr. Christopher, I know you ain’t no saint I still believe in you, though the Pope says that you ain’t I keep you on my dash, oh, your feet are magnetized Mr. Christopher, please be my ride or die My Mama propped you on the dashboard each time my Daddy’d drive I swear you were the only thing that kept us kids alive I’m holdin’ that tradition every time I start this truck Mr. Christopher, don’t let me get (rhymes with truck) I’ve got miles and miles and miles and miles to go Keep my wheels down, brakes fine on this open road Hey Mr. Christopher, talk to my GPS She has been re-routin’ me the last ten miles, I guess Help me dial down my road rage and increase my happitude You’re the best … Traveler’s Patron Dude Don’t let them blue lights see me unless I need them to Keep my windshield wipers clearin’ up my view Potholes, mud, and slick roads, may my engine never lack Mr. Christopher, please always have my back I’ve got miles and miles and miles and miles to go Keep my wheels down, brakes fine on this open road You carried Baby Jesus, kept His feet from getting’ wet That child could walk on water, how soon we all forget Well, Jesus Christ don’t need you, but I surely do Mr. Christopher, I believe in you Mr. Christopher, keep my travel true Mr. Christopher, my Traveler’s Patron Dude

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released March 24, 2023

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Mama Gina Tampa, Florida

Award winning singer/songwriter & wanderlust ... fearless story-telling ... bluesy vocals ... humor ... straight-ahead, rhythmic, 12 string acoustic guitar ... djembe ... frame drums ... all weft and warp of the soul of this bard

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