Country singer/songwriter Sturgill Simpson is a Grammy nominated recording artist who has released three albums. His latest album, A Sailor’s Guide to Earth, is largely a letter to his infant son, filled with advice and wisdom. Simpson has received two nominations for the 59th Grammy Awards, which will be presented on Feb. 12, 2017. His nominations are for Best Country Album and for the all-genre Album of the Year. Simpson’s two previous albums are High Top Mountain (2012) and Metamodern Sounds in Country Music (2014). Following are some of Simpson’s best lyrics.
5. “Keep It Between the Lines”
This song was written as a letter to Simpson's infant son and is from the 2016 album A Sailor’s Guide to Earth,.
Keep your eyes on the prize
Everything will be fine
Long as you stay in school
Stay off the hard stuff
And keep between the lines
4. “Brace for Impact (Live a Little)”
This was Simpson’s first release off his Grammy nominated album A Sailor’s Guide to Earth. The song's message is to simple live-for-today.
One day you wake up
And this life will be over
Every party must break up
For burdens to shoulder
We’re dying to live
Living to die
No matter what you believe
And all of us cry
For the ones we must leave
3. “Breakers Roar”
“Breaker’s Roar” is another song written to Simpson's infant son from the album A Sailor’s Guide to Earth.
Bone Break and heals
On, but heartaches can heal
From the inside, so it seems
Oh, I’m telling you it’s all a dream
This ballad is from Simpson’s 2014 album Metamodern Sounds in Country Music. The song sounds like an old country ballad set against the imagery of a psychedelic dream and includes drug references.
So, don’t waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It’s turtles all the way down the line
1. “Call to Arms”
“Call to Arms” warns against the dangers of complacency in the current age and political climate. e.
Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our f***ing skies
