Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sunrise in the skillet Coffee burnt Page in my hand Old words Heavy like river stones Teach a hard-headed man Storm’s howlin’ over the cypress Billboard saints selling me ease Book says “You can’t rule the weather Son Only what drops to its knees” [Chorus] Mud on the Meditations Rust on the old front gate I can’t hurry the river I can only watch and wait World gonna spin like a record I just choose how I spin too Mud on the Meditations But the words They’re shining through (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Boss man barking on Monday Traffic chewing up time Anger crawls up my backbone slow Like kudzu over my mind Then I hear that quiet thunder “Who owns your soul today?” I can’t chain every wild thing out there Just what my hands obey [Chorus] Mud on the Meditations Rust on the old front gate I can’t hurry the river I can only watch and wait World gonna spin like a record I just choose how I spin too Mud on the Meditations But the words They’re shining through [Bridge] Every hurt Every sweet temptation Comes knocking at my door (hey!) But I pick what I let in here I’m the guard Nothing more Can’t buy peace at the crossroads Can’t chase it in my truck Just plant my feet in the moment Let the storm run out of luck [Chorus] Mud on the Meditations Rust on the old front gate I can’t hurry the river I can only watch and wait World gonna spin like a record I just choose how I spin too Mud on the Meditations Yeah The words keep pulling me through (oh yeah)
Tags
rock, Swampy blues-rock with bayou funk bounce, raw slide guitars and greasy organ stabs. Laid-back shuffle groove, thick live bass, and roomy drums. Male vocals, sandpaper grit with call-and-response backing shouts on the hook. Verses stay low and conversational; chorus opens wide with harmonies and a rising guitar line, then a short, dirty turnaround riff between sections., blues-rock, funk, raw, soulful
Duration
3:31
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026