{"id":5070,"date":"2011-06-18T08:01:50","date_gmt":"2011-06-18T08:01:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thelefortreport.com\/blog\/?p=5070"},"modified":"2011-06-20T17:03:45","modified_gmt":"2011-06-20T17:03:45","slug":"the-real-country-no-12-and-related-take-away-show","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thelefortreport.com\/blog\/2011-06\/the-real-country-no-12-and-related-take-away-show\/","title":{"rendered":"The Real Country No. 12 (and Related Take-Away Show)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Earlier this year Josh T. Pearson<\/strong> (of Saddlecreek’s one-album band, Lift to Experience<\/strong>) put out one of the most personal and affecting albums of this or any year, “Last of the Country Gentlemen<\/strong>.”\u00a0 Amongst a harem of harrowing songs on the album can be found the walloping Woman, When I’ve Raised Hell<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 In this song the protagonist demands acceptance of his alcoholism because refusal will result in his seriously bad company, and ultimately recommends saving departure.\u00a0 Lyrically astounding, this is Real Country.\u00a0 Check the album version below, the well-crafted lyrics and a live video of the song thereafter.<\/p>\n

Josh T. Pearson–Woman, When I’ve Raised Hell<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

[audio:https:\/\/www.thelefortreport.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/01-Woman-When-Ive-Raised-Hell.mp3|titles=01 Woman, When I’ve Raised Hell]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Woman When I\u2019ve Raised Hell:<\/h1>\n
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Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, you\u2019re gonna know it
\nThere won\u2019t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
\nNo pictures left hangin\u2019 only lonely unpainted nails
\nAh Honey you\u2019ll connect those dots read the writin\u2019 on the walls<\/p>\n

Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, heaven knows you\u2019re gonna know it
\nDon\u2019t make me rule this home with the back of my hand
\nJust let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne
\nAh Honey and collect the thoughts that\u2019ll help me to stand<\/p>\n

Honestly, why can\u2019t you just let it be
\nAnd let me quietly drink myself to sleep
\nI said honestly, it\u2019s not what it appears to be
\nBut only memories that ain\u2019t got shit to do with you<\/p>\n

Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, you\u2019re gonna know it
\nThere won\u2019t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
\nNo pictures left hangin\u2019 only lonely unpainted nails
\nAh Honey you\u2019ll connect those dots read the writtin\u2019 on the wall<\/p>\n

Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, there won\u2019t be a star left untouched in your sky
\nWhen my lightening crashes across that night
\nNo shadows of doubt or of turnin\u2019 in that questioning\u2019 little mind
\nJust a burnin\u2019 rekindled truth and one single agonizin\u2019 blinding white light<\/p>\n

Cuz honestly, Honey you are the Queen
\nBut you had better leave or I will be forced to be King
\nSo now quietly, without questions or screams
\nJust gently leave it well enough alone<\/p>\n

Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, you of all people are gonna know it
\nThere\u2019ll be nothin\u2019 not nailed down left unturned in this home
\nThen your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places
\nHe\u2019ll ask you again, \u201cWhich is better or for worse, livin\u2019 with me or livin\u2019 with all my ghosts?\u201d<\/p>\n

Honestly, why can\u2019t you just let it be
\nAnd let me quietly drink myself to sleep
\nHonestly, it\u2019s not what it appears to be
\nBut only memories that ain\u2019t got shit to do with you<\/p>\n

Woman when I\u2019ve raised hell, heaven knows you\u2019re gonna know it
\nThere won\u2019t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
\nNo pictures left hangin\u2019 only lonely unpainted nails
\nAh Honey you\u2019ll connect those dots read the writin\u2019 on the walls<\/p>\n<\/div>\n