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The Late Summer Wains
03:54
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The Late Summer Wains to a thin chill at night
And the memories of the colored corn on doors do arrive
Familiar like family new shades of past are alight
the wood & colors calling forth a sunken side
My Heart is pastoral feeling wide for my mothers nature
the exotic ways of foreign lands never can escape her
New England smells again of dying leaves
Our hearts won't grow so cold from the breeze
The Summer is ending & I want it too.
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2. |
I'm So Sorry
04:05
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I’m So Sorry for all I’ve ever said
It hangs around me as heavy as lead
The good know the candle burns out when you are dead
And Me I’m so sorry for all I’ve ever said
If I try to explain it’s like I said it all again
The point taken back proves it was an attack
And I’ve read somewhere that the noble are quiet
The loud once bold are often soon tired
If you fear what you say rubs people the wrong way
You either purge yourself of noise or of your guilty ways
If I try to explain it’s like I said it all again
The point taken back proves it was an attack
And I, I burn when I can’t speak
But I know that it isn’t weak, It is strong
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3. |
Whaler's tale
03:21
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On the North Shore of Boston my ship is sailing
It’s a leaving from the port town just south of Salem
Gonna catch me a fish with a belly full of gold
I’m looking for one that is old on this trip of whaling
When I blow into a town they likely will recognize
They say “there goes tom Moore, a master of setting ties
A rogue & a rambler, saved from death nine times
He got a hook for his right hand & his face is like gnarly vines.”
Well I’m waging on a fortune, heavy to be exact
I’m boxing up his treasure, eaten up by his tax
Oh I used to own my own rig outfitted to the teeth
Some devilish squall came & took it a way from me
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4. |
Perfume
05:12
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Spent all day trying to make perfume
I’m sick of hoe soft these songs do bloom
But I wanna do oh right by you
If I could churn the butter
I would sell it off fast
The songs could be the logs of my raft
But I wanna do right by you
CH: When Comes the Day
I’ll finish what I made
When comes the day all debts are paid
On the side I’m looking to make a scent (cent)
To draw out success from her closed tent
But I wanna do so right by you
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5. |
Helen Of Troy
05:25
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A small rapping crows at the heart
We got off to an awkward start
I think you want me on your terms
But neither of our hearts do burn
Miles of racetracks in your head
We all got our layers to shed
I know this fact it’s not something I’ve read
You make a decision if you want the bread
I’m looking for something your little body could never give
I need a mountain, I’m no longer a kid
There’s to many choices in the modern world
I’d like to take a home with one girl
Too many blocking boulders to hurl
I open oysters looking for the pearl
I’m looking for something your little body could never hold
I need a mountain as I grow old
It’s nothing big to cry about
Not like you were Helen of Troy
But it’s always the illusion
That hurts me oh when it’s destroyed
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6. |
The Wolf
03:24
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7. |
Skeleton Wedding
04:52
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We came down with witches just past midnight
All spirits came out from where they hide
And I Hold the green garlands for the fair bride
The bride she wore white, the groom he wore grew
All ancestors rose for the big day
And I know nothing here can be taken away
CH:I’d like to be, be there again
Skeleton wedding in spring
Now we eat grass cakes & spring cordials
Queen Anne’s Lace, Skullcaps, & Morels
And I watch the moonlight dance on their skulls
CH
Saints pass a by in robes of fine silk
All of the dead will rise to the ilk
And I rub the brides rose, it will never wilt
CH
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8. |
Southern Porch
05:00
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I’m far past the Mason-Dixon Line
In a place far from northern time
My country has gotten so ugly
But I say this cause don’t you know I love it
I won’t be caught up in your tricks
My lady will build a house for us to live
If you love your mother why do you let her lay down with evil men?
Would you rather watch baseball while they clean out her head?
We were one, but now we are two
I wrote this on a southern porch
All the chains around me I wish I could torch
The highway’s clogged
You can’t see for miles
I’m sitting here wishing we could give you back your style
We were one, but now we are two
I’m sitting here wishing we could give all right back to you
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9. |
Big Brown Eyes
05:57
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Big Brown Eyes
Early Life smile
All through the mind
There was no trial
And I know we were in the East
And sat together under Tamil trees
It goes….
And I sat
I watched you finish mom’s book
I could not hold back
I cried like a brook
Because you, you are my home
And we know
Where we come from
And we know
Just where we going
Jewish in name
Hindu by faith
Christian in country
It all does the same
It goes…
Well I do see
Oh pastures of plumes
Harvesting fruits
Of silent virtue
Because you are my home
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10. |
Anniversary
04:59
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I played a song
By an old Scottish King
In an empty room
That I sat in
But you know the smile of the Lord
Was in the ether
Sometimes its just luck
That makes a seeker
Ch: Sometimes my light is turned on
And other times it is gone
I drank a whisky
Like an old Scottish King
In an empty room
That I sat in
But you know the smile of the Lord
Was in the ether
Sometimes its just luck
That makes a seeker
Sometimes my light is turned on
And other times It is gone
Sometimes I wish my light would turn on
Its cold waiting in the dark for so long
But I push right on
Well I am free
We are free
This whole Song is our Anniversary
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11. |
Continental Drift
05:42
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There’s a universal shift
A continental drift
From grasslands to urban abyss
Oh my Aunties dying here
With questions in her ear
She’s lost from her world in fear
Her contemporary soldiers
Climbed upon the shoulders
living for war as they grew older
And their kind populates
The leaders of the state
The state now has us irate
What were you defending
Medieval never ending
The darkness of false light bending
It is treachery we know
Can not turn off the show
It hits you in moments
When you are alone
CH: Sit with me a bit
And watch the bombs riff
There must be someway
Not to get hit
I’ve read how gentry felt
When great old Europe fell
Now it is the poor who melt
And the people took the King
They clipped his purple wing
Made you think you held the ring
At least Jacobites
Had class & divine right
Now we have leaders whose speeches they can’t right
CH
There’s a fork in Bunker Hill
For all the soldiers killed
Before companies stole our will
CH
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