Tightwire

by Adam Sams

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    Side A:
    1. Progress
    2. Hold Me Together
    3. Well Run Dry
    4. Watercourse
    5. Put Your Title Down

    Side B:
    6. Billboard Trends
    7. Gripping the Reins
    8. Wondering and Waiting
    9. Tightwire
    10. Wizened Frame

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1.
04:55
It takes a lot of work to keep something alive We've been putting all our efforts into second tries Tired of filling up the cup Tired of being content with just barely enough Let there be peace Where the city street runs Let there be life In the hot, dry sun Let there be progress in my bones Progress, and not just maintenance I'm sick of standing by while our hearts run dry I'm not gonna lie I've just been going through the motions Tired of filling up the cup Tired of being content with just barely enough Let there be peace Where the city street runs Let there be life In the hot, dry sun Let there be progress in my bones Progress, and not just maintenance I want to build Don't want to just stand still Let there be peace Where the city street runs Let there be life In the hot, dry sun Let there be progress in my bones Progress, and not just maintenance
2.
The city’s sleeping, but I am awake Looking for a sign, trying to feel alive The stars are a chorus, but I am alone Alone in my strife, a voice in the night Where is the cure for a broken heart? When will an end to my wandering start? I’ve been torn to pieces I’ve been pulled apart Can you hold me together? The city’s sleeping, but I’m still awake Looking for a sign, a sign in the sky The city’s sleeping, but I’m awake With every failed try engraved on my mind Where is the cure for a broken heart? When will an end to my wandering start? I’ve been torn to pieces I’ve been pulled apart Where is the cure for a busted heart? Where the walls caved in And the rain came hard I’ve been trying to find you I’ve been searching far Can you hold me together? There’s got to be more Than carrying crosses More than the wreckage More than the losses There’s got to be hope There’s got to be reason for joy Beyond my struggle The city awakens as I close my eyes After the darkness, after the night I feel it in the dawn that I’m not alone I’m not alone, I’m right at home You are the cure for my broken heart You are the end to my wandering start I’ve been torn to pieces I’ve been pulled apart You are the cure for my busted heart Where the walls caved in And the rain came hard I’ve been trying to find you I’ve been searching far Can you hold me together?
3.
03:15
Wake up rattled from another sleepless night Stuck in between miracles and traffic lights Work like the devil, but you’re never satisfied You set your pace likes it’s required And feel completely uninspired Don’t let your well run dry Keep it filled up Here it comes again, another week gone by Like a train almost out of sight You try to catch it, but you always fall behind You feel your race has run its course But you still live in remorse Don’t let your well run dry Keep it filled up I can see that you’re running on empty I can see that your heart is tired There’s no use in flying solo Caught in a stampede of lies Pounded in the ground like railroad ties Trying so hard that your engine’s fried Lay down and rest tonight Don’t let your well run dry Keep it filled up
4.
03:14
My heart is a winding river Runs wherever it wants to Down, out of the towering hills Rushing toward the sea I am a watercourse Connecting the dots I am a watercourse Laid out and plotted My heart is a winding river Guided by a strong pull All-going and never-knowing Gravity is a thief I am a watercourse Connecting the dots I am a watercourse Laid out and plotted Evaporate then spit me out Over the falls then back to the clouds Endlessly racing onward Evermore, forever I am a watercourse Connecting the dots I am a watercourse Laid out and plotted
5.
You count the coins and years of work That put them in your pocket Could you exist on any less If suddenly you lost it? Do you depend on your own hands? Put your title down Everything you have is a gift Put your title down Be thankful Is sustenance the effect of work Or is that an illusion? The earth’s carefree simplicity Has led to my conclusion I depend on my own hands Put your title down Everything you have is a gift Put your title down Be thankful The nurturing of birds and trees Is not of their own will The Source providing all they need Is nurturing me still Put your title down Everything you have is a gift Put your title down Be thankful
6.
I am the cost and I am the loss I am the wreck that became your cross The burden you bore that cursed your lot The blood-stained, buried dreams that you sought I am the face of the billboard trends I am the pulse in the words that lend To easy false entitlement And paranoid establishment I am the face of the billboard trends Where the highway takes your money spent To those like me, the devil’s friend And the accident pays my rent I am the greed, the selfish thief The dollar-sign theme is my lonely creed I am the silent, sickening melody Of our backwards ideology The submarine-deep, subconscious dream I am the face of the billboard trends I am the pulse in the words that lend To easy false entitlement And paranoid establishment I am the face of the billboard trends Where the highway takes your money spent To those like me, the devil’s friend And the accident pays my rent I am the face of the billboard trends Making you numb to the billboard trends I am the pulse in the words that lend To easy false entitlement And paranoid establishment I am the face of the billboard trends Where the highway takes your money spent To those like me, the devil’s friend And the accident pays my rent
7.
I know I said I wouldn’t complain When the weight became too much to bear But that was before I felt all the strain Of the work involved in getting where I want to be Steady me Help me plant my feet While I grit my teeth Help me find my voice It’s lost in all this noise Come and set me free Help me find my peace While I work my hands to the bone I know, I said I wouldn’t complain When the going started getting rough But now that I sit here gripping the reins I begin to feel I’ve had enough Of all this up and down Steady me Help me plant my feet While I grit my teeth Help me find my voice It’s lost in all this noise Come and set me free Help me find my peace While I work my hands to the bone Please don’t leave me Down and out and crawling back for more I need a hand I found out I can’t do this on my own Trying to has left me here alone Has left me on my own Steady me Help me plant my feet While I grit my teeth Help me find my voice It’s lost in all this noise Come and set me free Help me find my peace While I work my hands to the bone
8.
On the sand, I arise Here I stand with the tides Will this shore be my fate? Is there more than this state? Will you come and rescue me? Will you even answer me? Hanging on by a thread Am I left here for dead? No I’m certain, out there Out beyond the breakers There’s a land, green and fair And one day I will see her Will you come and rescue me? Will you even answer me? Calling on a world unseen Putting messages in bottles And trusting the sea Will you come and rescue me? Will you even answer me?
9.
04:31
Scarred by time and bruised by bitter days With a rusty, haggard frame and a cynical gaze Worn out where the years took their toll Trying to turn these shattered shards into something whole I’m banging on a tight wire Trying to find meaning in the coughs and the rattles I’m banging on a tight wire Turning it into a song Most of the greatest lessons I have learned Fell out of the failures that left me feeling burned This road is hard and this world sure ain’t kind But my broken parts are a sign that I’m alive I’m banging on a tight wire Trying to find meaning in the coughs and the rattles I’m banging on a tight wire Turning it into a song I’m playing with a wild fire Creating control I’m playing with a wild fire It’s all I know I’m banging on a tight wire Trying to find meaning in the coughs and the rattles I’m banging on a tight wire Turning it into a song
10.
One day I’ll come riding over them hills With the salt in my hair and the sand upon my soles With the river’s current rushing through my veins And the life I found when I grabbed hold of the reins I promise I’ll come back around I just gotta leave for a little while One day you’ll see me walking through these streets One day I’ll arrive and finally find some sleep With a wizened frame and a clean slate of mind And the kind of love that only comes with time I promise I’ll come back around I just gotta leave for a little while I promise I’ll come back around In a little while

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released October 22, 2013

Produced and recorded by Don Chaffer
Assisted by Mike Ingebretson
Additional recording by Mike Ingebretson and Nick Duke
Mixed by Greg LaFollette
Additional mixing by Don Chaffer
Additional production and recording by Adam Sams at The Cottage, Augusta, GA

Recorded and mixed at The Conductor, Cane Ridge, TN

Mastered by Alex McCollough at Yes Master, Nashville, TN

Personnel:
Davis Branch - bass on tracks 1, 3, 5, 6, 7 and 9
Don Chaffer - bass on tracks 2, 8 and 10; electric guitar on track 4; additional vocal layering on tracks 1 and 9
Jordan Hamlin - clarinet, bass clarinet, trumpet and French horn on tracks 4, 5
Matt Slocum - cello on tracks 2, 3 and 7
Corrie Covell - violin on tracks 2, 3 and 7
Greg LaFollette - programming on tracks 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10
Sandra McCracken - vocals on track 1
Patrick Taylor - vocals on track 5
Lori Chaffer - vocals on track 2
Lori and Don Chaffer - vocals on track 3
Adam Sams - everything else

Choir vocals on tracks 1, 5 and 8 performed by Jessie Duke, Julianne Harper, Laura Butler, Scott Sizemore, Ben Cantrell, Adam Thompson and Michael Stephens

All songs written by Adam Sams
© 2013 Adam Sams Music (BMI)
All rights reserved.

Art designed by Lj Gay | dribbble.com/ljgay

Thanks:
Anna Garner, the Sams family, the Garner family, Brenda Scoggins, Don and Lori Chaffer, Greg LaFollette, Mike Ingebretson, Sandra McCracken, Matt Slocum, Corrie Covell, Jordan Hamlin, Lj and Diana Gay, Ben Cantrell, Nick and Jessie Duke, Bobby Anderson, Drew Shirley, Matthew Mayfield, Jeremy Ezell, Mike Mains, Patrick Taylor, Eddie Owen, Flip Padilla, Mike Hailey, Allison Yeazitzis, Alicia and Brendan St. Gelais, Jerome Fontamillas, Chase Wagner, Mark Scott, Evan Powers, Danny Brewer, Corey Kilgannon, Scott Sizemore, Michael Stephens, Adam Thompson, Julianne Harper, Laura Butler, Michaella Elliott, Ashley Wright, Jonathan Keith, Antony Jeffares, the Elliott family, the Lake family, the Dickison family, Highpoint Community Church, Grace Restoration Church, and everyone who believes in these songs and continues to support me on my journey.

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