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Brown Bird
03:52
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No thunder, no lightning, we can barely call it rain
just a brown bird singing: no reason to complain.
You did the laundry and you shrunk my sweater sleeves;that brown bird was singing from our driveway full of leaves...
Hundreds of things in this crazy world, they break the heart of this city girl
that little brown bird, singing like she's praying
might not be much but I wouldn't trade it, I wouldn't trade it
I found your love note while you were out with your friends
that brown bird singing, that little winter wren
woke for a minute when you laid down last night
that brown bird was out there while we snuggled up tight...
Hundreds of things in this crazy world, they break the heart of this city girl
that little brown bird, singing like she's praying
might not be much but I wouldn't trade it, I wouldn't trade it
I steal the pillows, he steals the covers, that brown bird out there while we're waking one another
I make the coffee just a little too strong and that brown bird keeps coming back every time I think she's gone...
Hundreds of things in this crazy world, they break the heart of this city girl
that little brown bird, singing like she's praying
might not be much but I wouldn't trade it, I wouldn't trade it
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Three Red Feathers
04:10
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All the people with their freckles and braids
with their private prayers and their hot crusades
after today, but before the grave
we all want to see those better days
woke up this morning; I was climbing the walls
I got locked in ad it's my own fault
one little window and a warm dusty ray
Tomorrow's not the time to work for the better days
Three Red Feathers on a silver arrow
that arrow on a bow
hold that bow up against a shoulder
after you aim, you gotta let it go.
All the bridges are down now and their is no holding back
Bring out all the questions that you've been afraid to ask
wake up the bears and get them out of the caves
and get us all just a little closer to those better days
Three Red Feathers on a silver arrow
that arrow on a bow
hold that bow up against a shoulder
after you aim, you gotta let it go.
That face in the mirror; she's still got my name
We've all got trouble and we've all got pain
one little window and a warm dusty ray
tomorrow's not the time to work for the better days.
Three Red Feathers on a silver arrow
that arrow on a bow
hold that bow up against a shoulder
after you aim, you gotta let it go.
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Around The Bend
04:33
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Summer was a party and every night a fire
every night a little bit hotter, every night a little bit higher
I thought that was love when he gave me a cute little wink
I thought that was love by the old river rope swing
We kissed from dark till dawn without taking a breath
I thought he was touching my heart, but that was really just my chest.
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
They say everybody has a song in their strings
don't overplay it and don't over sing
I wrote it out in paper and pencil
I wrote it out careful and gentle.
I sealed it with my kisses; the best of my best
aiming at his heart but it bounced right off his chest.
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
The maples they are blushing a little deeper everyday
you can't keep leaves from falling; you get ready with your rake.
That long road out; it's all weeds and stones.
That long road out is still the shortest road home
Anybody who gives a damn makes some sort of mess
the first time a broken heart echoes in their chest.
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
You can't see a dead end until you're halfway around the bend
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She's a fool hearted, try and try harder,
a winter day in her summer dress.
She paints stars on her walls, got a good friend she calls
but she is sometimes uneasy nonetheless
busy and bored in an everyday trance
she can slap on a smile, she can fake it through the dance.
He's a fool hearted try and try harder
asking those cards to guide him.
Sometimes their advice, doesn't sit quite right
probably due to that secret that he is hiding.
He can pinpoint the difference between luck and chance
He can slap on a smile, he can fake it through the dance
He says and she says and he says again
he's doing cartwheels and she calls that friend
he says and she says and he says again
then everything's quiet until someone bends...
They were fool hearted try and try harders
aiming to belt out the high notes
making all the mistakes, all the squeaks and the breaks
but they throw back their heads, and let it cry folks.
They find themselves happy in dark circumstance
when they slap on a smile, when they fake it through the dance.
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5. |
Same Mistakes
02:59
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Clothes in the corner, papers in a pile,
papers in a pile, and the worry in my head
minutes slippin by me, I'm thinking of the mountains;
thinking of the mountains, wishing I was there instead.
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
Done with the daydream, my legs are aching;
my legs are aching from sitting still too long
up on a ridgeline somewhere in the distance;
somewhere in the distance all that trouble is outrun.
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
If there's gonna be a change better make it in the morning;
make it in the morning before the chaos comes.
Before I get on board, before I'm bailing water;
before I'm bailing water and the knots come undone.
Those highlands are calling, the pines and the hemlocks;
pines and hemlocks, and the trail under my boots
Up above the treeline those stars are spilling over;
stars are spilling over and I'm starting over too...
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
Out there I don't make all my same, my same mistakes
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Gold Rush/Kissimmee
03:03
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Paper Roses
03:58
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You and I were both alight at the start of this escade
We'd only seen what we'd seen before
We were blindly unafraid
Took that ride up the river valley in your old rusty Nova
I fell for sure for that blue bandana
you wore for morning yoga.
We found flowers in a backyard of weeds- a minute left to play
and we wouldn't take defeat.
Walk around the block again in the break in the rain
cover up all those spots we missed with a new coat of paint
You pretend to know whats wrong, I pretend to know whats right
It's harder tan we thought to keep it all aligned
Paper Roses and an old time band
we put the sweet in with the salt and we took the chance
we lit the lanterns and we watched them rise
one got caught in a maple tree and the rest got to the sky
Maybe this parade's amiss; maybe those are broken clocks
maybe we could find a hundred reasons why we ought to stop
no one ever promised we'd make it without scars
I want to sleep up in the mountains, but I'd settle for my own backyard
Paper Roses and an old time band
we put the sweet in with the salt and we took the chance
we lit the lanterns and we watched them rise
one got caught in a maple tree and the rest got to the sky
and I set that last one free, all cause you helped me reach.
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9. |
Hickory Is Dependable
03:32
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There were mothers crying on both sides
That's a war like any war
came back and married that girl that he left behind
went back to working at the family store
Time and labor brought diamonds and plenty
and it got easy to expect
he'd wake up happy like the day before
and just like the day before that
Hickory is dependable, but nothing lasts like stone
he built himself a hammer then he built himself a home.
Black Tuesday was a dark surprise
The whole ceiling fell
anyone with anything took all they could carry
the rest could just fend for themselves
He could have kept that gold in his pocket
could have locked the door with his children and wife
but he paid the men who'd been working for him
lost his money but he kept his pride.
Hickory is dependable, but nothing lasts like stone
he built himself a hammer; he could build another home.
Use what you have right where you are
your old sweater is your brand new scarf
If we can't fix that gate
maybe we don't need a gate up anyway
The money never really came back again
the house was small and work was hard
he could still expect to wake up happy
with just a new piece of wood to carve
They told me stories about that man
and I'd go down in his old woodshop
hold all the handles that he made with his hands
picture his prayers and feel his love.
Hickory is dependable, but nothing lasts like stone
he built himself a hammer then he built himself a home.
Hickory is dependable, but nothing lasts like stone
First he built a hammer, he built himself a hammer,
you know I used that hammer to build myself a home.
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10. |
Little White Sin
02:55
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One more little white sin; one more little white sin
for better or for worse that glass is full again
One more little white sin
Thunder gets too close and there is no way to skip the storm
lightning always strikes where you are already torn
turn around you'll see it building up behind you
If you forget you love me, I'll try to remind you.
One more little white sin; one more little white sin
for better or for worse that glass is full again
One more little white sin
In the aftermath that tear is done
the neighbors turn their lights out and neither one of us has won.
Turn around you'll see the wreckage behind you
you forgot you love me, I tried to remind you.
One more little white sin; one more little white sin
for better or for worse that glass is full again
One more little white sin
The moon is still there on those dark nights
a break in the clouds and there is the light.
Turn around you'll see silver on the pine trees
If I forget I love you, try to remind me.
One more little white sin; one more little white sin
for better or for worse that glass is full again
One more little white sin
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11. |
Sam's Song
03:54
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you're the razzle and the dazzle in the afternoon
you're the pink sock puppet with the peacock plume
you're the bell on the cow when he jumps the moon
you're the chocalate batter on the oversize spoon
The apple at the tippy tippy top of the tree,
you're the the picture that they're waiting in a line to see
You're the splash in the puddle on the count of three and
the heart I wear out on my sleeve.
Ring every bell that you can
Take the seed in your hand
stick it in the dirt little sun little squirt
little time and then
they'll rise like rubies that little piece of beauty
like all the beauty this world has shown to me
Your the dust of snow on the closest peak
you're the groove that gets them up off the seat
you're the story that we're up all night to read
You're the top of the wave when it hits the beach.
You're bright wet paint without a sign
you're the sticky smell of the old sweet pine
lace in the sun on the laundry line
the part of the song we can all rewind
Ring every bell that you can
Take the seed in your hand
stick it in the dirt little sun little squirt
little time and then
they'll rise like rubies that little piece of beauty
like all the beauty this world has shown to me
you're the secret key underneath the mat
you're the kind of mouse that outsmarts the trap
you're the honey in the tea
you're a belly laugh
you're the king, you're the queen
you're the ace, you're the jack
you're a pearl and a bloom and a big bear hug
You're the sing along and the party punch
you're a new tree growing in an old tree stump
a labor of love, a labor of love.
Ring every bell that you can
Take the seed in your hand
stick it in the dirt little sun little squirt
little time and then
they'll rise like rubies that little piece of beauty
like all the beauty this world has shown to me
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The Lady of the Mountains, so many times she has seen
that buzzing burst of summer, so many shades of green.
She can't help but smile when that green goes to gold
Her heart of hearts waits for the snow
The lady of the mountains, she's ready to forget
a year of lost love; a whole year overslept
Promises not kept she'll press into coal
and burn for warmth in that first fallen snow
When summer decides that she's satisfied
and sends her blessing up to the sky
they open the gates and quiet the sounds
and heaven comes down to lie on the ground
The Lady of the Mountains, she wears the wilderness
wrapped around her shoulders and tucked around her neck
Places we can't go, days beyond roads
Life is out there living, even under the snow.
When summer decides that she's satisfied
and sends her blessing up to the sky
they open the gates and quiet the sounds
and heaven comes down to lie on the ground
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Jes Raymond & The Blackberry Bushes Seattle, Washington
The Appalachian Mountains are the meeting place of the fiddle and the banjo, and musical culture permeates the entire length
of the Mississippi River. The Blackberry Bushes are rooted in the rainy bottom of the Puget Sound, but their work is infused with the essence of the homes they wandered West from.
They have a playful and resonant sound with both twang and sophistication.
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