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Cryin' About It

from Ghosts & Whispers by Mike Stocksdale

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My dad never taught me how to play guitar
or how to write a simple song or who the Beatles are
but if you saw me ballin at the park
you'd know that I don’t miss too much behind the arc
So I can’t complain
He gave me the game
Who knows what I would have been without it
that's why I don’t get upset
We all get what we get
Ain’t no use in cryin about it

momma never learned to play an instrument
how to compose a symphony or what Bob Dylan meant
but she could feel your pain across the room
and I was raised to empathize and feel it too
then I just write it down
til it rhymes and sounds
Who knows what I would have been without it
that's why I don’t get upset
We all get what we get
Ain’t no use in cryin about it

can anybody really become anything they want?
or are we stuck with destiny?
am I a stubborn or just late to bloom
waiting for a rendezvous
with the rest of me?

I Didn't sing a note til I was 24
and suddenly those crowded rooms started heading for the door
I tried so hard my friends called me a masochist
but baby failure's always been my greatest gift
so I can't complain
there's growth in the pain
and who knows what I would have been without it
now I shoot from the hip
and sometimes it slips
ain't no use in crying about it
yea I shoot from the hip
and sometimes it slips
ain't no use in crying about it

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from Ghosts & Whispers, released September 7, 2023

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