Like Patsy Would
Embracing Truth: Expressing Life's Depths through Music
Lyrics
If it comes from the whiskey, then pour me a drink
If the inspiration comes from the influence of whiskey, then serve me a drink
If it comes from the heartache, let me feel the sting
If the inspiration comes from heartache, allow me to experience the emotional pain
If it comes from the spirits, set 'em loose in this room
If the inspiration comes from spiritual sources, let those spirits roam freely in this space
Either way tonight it's just me and the truth
Regardless of the source, tonight is about facing and embracing the truth alone
I wanna pray like Jesus is listenin'
Expressing a desire to pray with sincerity, as if Jesus is actively listening
I wanna play it like I'm made of strings on wood
Expressing a desire to play music passionately, as if made of strings on wood
I wanna write it down like Hemingway
Expressing a desire to write with depth, akin to the style of the writer Ernest Hemingway
Like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say
Approaching expression as if each word is crucial, as if it's the last thing ever spoken
And try to sing it like Patsy would
Aspiring to sing in a manner reminiscent of Patsy Cline, a country music icon
Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse
Reflecting on the dual nature of inspiration, sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse
I've let it keep me up all night lookin' for the worst
Acknowledging the impact of inspiration, even causing sleepless nights in search of negativity
Sometimes a pen knows just what to say
Recognizing the power of a pen to articulate thoughts and emotions accurately
And it spills out like a waterfall on a clean white dais
Describing the effortless flow of expression, like a waterfall on a pristine canvas
I wanna pray like Jesus is listenin'
Reiterating the desire to pray with sincerity, imagining the presence of Jesus
I wanna play it like I'm made of strings on wood
Reiterating the desire to play music passionately, as if an instrument made of strings
I wanna write it down like Hemingway
Reiterating the desire to write with depth, akin to the style of Ernest Hemingway
Like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say
Re-emphasizing the importance of expression, treating each moment as the final opportunity
And try to sing it like Patsy would
Continuing the aspiration to sing in a manner reminiscent of Patsy Cline
I wanna pray like Jesus is listenin'
Reiterating the desire to pray with sincerity, imagining the presence of Jesus
I wanna play it like I'm made of strings on wood
Reiterating the desire to play music passionately, as if an instrument made of strings
I wanna write it down like Hemingway
Reiterating the desire to write with depth, akin to the style of Ernest Hemingway
Like it's the last damn thing I'll ever say
Re-emphasizing the importance of expression, treating each moment as the final opportunity
And try to sing it like Patsy would
Continuing the aspiration to sing in a manner reminiscent of Patsy Cline
Gonna try to sing it like Patsy would
Affirming the commitment to sing in a way that honors the style of Patsy Cline
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