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    SOUNDTRACK: Grifter’s Grief by Yard Act, Make The Weather by The Waitresses, & Skin In The Game by Backroad Raised

    Soundtrack to Subtle Deceptions: The Last Grift by Elle Keaton

    Grifter’s Grief by Yard Act for a book about the spectre of a dead mother, the presence of danger, and the shadow of crime.

    Disbelief when they got grifted for the prize
    Young and gifted
    Sifted through the grave for a taste of danger
    Got washed away on a way-stranger wave
    See fairer way to discount the nature
    Count yer coffins, shaft your pallbearers

    All’s fair in all areas
    If you’re not all there when I’m all in
    I’ll sing through gritted teeth
    If someone beat you to it, nah, nah
    It’s just grifter’s grief

    Soundtrack to Subtle Deceptions: Bait and Switch by Elle Keaton

    Make The Weather by The Waitressses for a book about police corruption, shady pasts, and a slow-burning romance.

    It was rust and rags
    But we got that scrap dream glowing
    Swore we were throwing a wrench into the gadget age
    It was smoke and mirrors
    Could’ve laughed at that tin joke forever
    I’m sorry you’ll never risk living such a pretty lie (such a pretty lie)

    Now it’s black and white
    Now my golden and green’s turning grayer
    But we were the players and old enough to act like kids
    It was bait and switch
    Just seven minutes in heaven
    But we called it even to even have it last that long (such a pretty lie)

    Soundtrack to Subtle Deceptions: Skin Game by Elle Keaton

    Skin In The Game by Backroad Raised for a book about fake family, fake names, real connections.

    You can’t fake blood
    You can’t fake truth
    You can’t fake nights
    where you damn near lose

    some folks talk it but they ain’t the same
    they got a song but i got skin in the game
    you can sing that hurt but it hits off key
    if you never felt fire at your own two feet
    some folks copy what they can’t explain
    They got the words but i got skin in the game

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    Disbelief when they got grifted for the prize
    Young and gifted
    Sifted through the grave for a taste of danger
    Got washed away on a way-stranger wave
    See fairer way to discount the nature
    Count yer coffins, shaft your pallbearers

    All’s fair in all areas
    If you’re not all there when I’m all in
    I’ll sing through gritted teeth
    If someone beat you to it, nah, nah
    It’s just grifter’s grief

    Grifter’s grief
    But how you coping?
    Grifter’s grief
    You’re dealing with grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief
    Choking on your own tears
    Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief

    While I sleep beneath an ancient tree that looms over the heath
    With a head of empty threats, lay on a bed of stolen dog teeth
    As our prayers all turn to begging when beholden to a sun
    That left us sowing seeds for summer down the barrel of a gun

    I forgot that Armageddon stops at the mercy of the chief
    So taste the tears and prosper or obliterate your grief

    Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief

    (Will we fight them on the beaches for the bleaching of the reef?)
    (Those sweet creatures of the deep)

    Grifter’s grief
    But how you coping?
    Grifter’s grief
    You’re dealing with grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief
    Choking on your own tears
    Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief (ah-ah)

    Grifter’s grief

    Grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief
    Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief
    Do you like being mad?
    I don’t like being mad, but
    I suppose everybody gets mad once in a lifetime

    Hence, they determine to abandon themselves
    To the stream of fear
    And perhaps we’re surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow realm it was

    It was rust and rags
    But we got that scrap dream glowing
    Swore we were throwing a wrench into the gadget age
    It was smoke and mirrors
    Could’ve laughed at that tin joke forever
    I’m sorry you’ll never risk living such a pretty lie (such a pretty lie)

    Would you have tried that?
    Think you could’ve pulled it off?
    Okay, start with something simple like

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    Now it’s black and white
    Now my golden and green’s turning grayer
    But we were the players and old enough to act like kids
    It was bait and switch
    Just seven minutes in heaven
    But we called it even to even have it last that long (such a pretty lie)

    Are you gonna try that?
    Well, maybe you can pull it off
    Ever entertain the thought you might

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    Go make the weather
    Go pull the stars closer in
    Go make the weather
    Go race light, go build the wind

    everybody talked about pain these days
    singing about hard times like its a phase
    but you can tell who’s real
    by the way they sound

    some folks bleed or some folks play loud
    they copy scar like its something to wear
    write about demons that ain’t even there
    but a man who’s lived it ain’t got to pretend
    His voice got cracks where the nights don’t end

    You can’t fake blood
    You can’t fake truth
    You can’t fake nights
    where you damn near lose

    some folks talk it but they ain’t the same
    they got a song but i got skin in the game
    you can sing that hurt but it hits off key
    if you never felt fire at your own two feet
    some folks copy what they can’t explain
    They got the words but i got skin in the game

    they like the sound of a troubled man
    but trouble don’t fit in a secondhand plan
    you can’t steal soul from muddy past
    you gotta earn that tone that shakes like glass

    i ain’t call names i ain’t gotta do that
    truth shows up like a ghost out back
    real don’t shout it just stays
    fake always fades in the light of day

    You can’t fake blood
    You can’t fake truth
    You can’t fake nights
    where you damn near lose

    some folks talk it but they ain’t the same
    they got a song but i got skin in the game
    you can sing that hurt but it hits off key
    if you never felt fire at your own two feet
    some folks copy what they can’t explain
    They got the words but i got skin in the game

    ***skin in the game is partly transcribed by me. the first parts of the lyrics is provided by backroad raised