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Send Me Your Song
04:46
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Send me your song and I will sing to it
Send me your vow and I will renew it
Send me your last breath and I will die
Send me your tears and I will cry them all
Give me your heart and mine will be broken
Show me your truth and it will be spoken
Give me your light and I’ll be the sun
Show me your fields and I will run through them all
I gave you my life now, how will you spend it?
I gave you my garden now carefully tend it
I’ll give you the flame from the palm of my hand
I’ll speak in tongues, will you’ll understand them all?
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Tavern of My Discontent
02:47
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Through the cold December breezes, blowing under the moon
I shiver from your footsteps falling all around my tomb
I’ve been here ten years or more, forgotten where I was from
Just a rake and a wanderer, waiting to be reborn
Haunting the darker corners of the tavern of my discontent
My clothes were all in tatters and my money had all been spent
I sang you songs of sorrow, and you bought me a drink
I looked at you and said, “Would you?”, and you smiled and said, ”Yes, I think.”
You took me by the hand and swiftly led me out onto the floor
Spun me once around the room, then we headed out the door
I haven’t been back there since, though I know the place still stands
When I see my ghost through the window, I just reach out for your hand
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Blue Cotton
03:14
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I met him in the summer of my seventeenth year
His love was like a freight train, tore through my life and disappeared
Too breathless to be cautious I found myself with child
Shame brought on my family, not a virgin meek and mild
Up from deep water
my Lord brings flesh and bone
His heartbeat is time
even God
didn’t want to be alone
You were born in the winter of my eighteenth year
I loved you from the moment that your golden head appeared
Swaddled in blue cotton, you lighted on my chest
It crushed my heart to know this little bird would have no nest
Up from deep water
my Lord brings flesh and bone
His heartbeat is time
even God
didn’t want to be alone
I had nothing, I had no one, and there wasn’t any work
So, I left you with the sisters and the coppers in my purse
And a shaky lonesome lullaby, a fragment unrehearsed
All I could remember just a chorus and a verse
Up from deep water
my Lord brings flesh and bone
His heartbeat is time
even God
didn’t want to be alone
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4. |
Soper's Plea
04:30
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‘Twas a beautiful day in Oyster Bay when a great fever came raging
Fatigue and malaise fell over their days and guts were churning and aching
Maggie was first and rode out in a hearse, the maid and the gardener soon trailing
Then went sweet Mom and dear brother John, leaving much teeth gnashing and wailing
What do you put in your melba Mary, you’re sending the children away
to a land of deep and dreamless sleep, from which they could not escape
Stay out of the kitchen Mary, you think that you’re making desert
But your typhoid hands have other plans that involve pine boxes and dirt
Miss Mary Mallon I am told was hired on, given this excellent reference
“She is honest and clean and knows what it means to show appropriate deference
She makes lambchops and steaks, tossed salads and cakes, fitting the nobler classes.”
But peaches and cream combine like a dream, Mary’s melba knocks folks on their asses
What do you put in your melba Mary, sending the children away
to a land of deep and dreamless sleep, from which they could not escape
Stay out of the kitchen Mary, you think that you’re making desert
But your typhoid hands have other plans that involve pine boxes and dirt
This dreaded disease seemed to float on the breeze in the slums of the poor and the wretched
But a peskier strand ringed round Mary’s hand, I’ll be damned if the rich didn’t catch it
From Dark Harbor Maine to Manhattan the strain affected the Bowens and Asters
Officials took note, and that’s all she wrote for Mary the bride of disaster
What do you put in your melba Mary, sending the children away
to a land of deep and dreamless sleep, from which they could not escape
Stay out of the kitchen Mary, you think that you’re making desert
But your typhoid hands have other plans that involve pine boxes and dirt
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5. |
Take Me Back Home
02:40
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Turn off all the lights, let the moon shine
Listen to the stars and let the words rhyme
Don’t be torn away
It’s only words you say
I’m only trying to sing take me back home
Lend me all your ears don’t let your cups go dry
We’ll fill them up with rumors from the grapevine
Just a drop or two
More for me than you
I’m only trying to sing take me back home
Now that you’ve got me in your spell
Life has become a carousel
Colored lights blur
Spinning round and round
It always leads me home to you
Open all the doors and let the breeze in
I’ve only got these words I hope they’re pleasin’
Kiss them on the wind
Until we meet again
I’m only trying to sing take me back home
Now that you’ve got me in your spell
Life has become a carousel
Colored lights blur
Spinning round and round
It always leads me home to you
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Willow
05:28
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Oh, my darling Willow where do I begin?
I’ve seen your shadow on my pillow dancing with the wind
I will never catch you wanting to is my sin
I must find contentment just to breathe you in
Listen to the sound of your boots
As they echo through the canyons and
All of the beatings of your
Restless, wandering heart
You are just a soldier boy looking for a war
Your father’s hand to guide you to things worth fighting for
They took away your golden curls, made you hard and mean
‘til you could barely find yourself in the places in between…
Where you listen to the sound of your boots
As they echo through the canyons and
All of the beatings of your
Restless, wandering heart
Oh, my darling Willow it’s time for you to weep
Away the sands of foreign lands ‘til you can finally sleep
And in the morning when you rise turn your face to the sun
And as you breathe, remember a new story has begun
Where you listen to the sound of your boots
As they echo through the canyons and
All of the beatings of your
Restless, wandering heart
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7. |
After the Flames
04:42
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Chelsea burns like sugarcane
When the flames are over only sweetness remains
So don’t rain on your daughter
Just turn your loving side be her home
The city sings it’s siren song
She’s a mockingbird, she will sing along
You’ll see the change in her feathers
From all of those winter nights spent alone
Fragile is this violet hour
With dreams all overgrown with wild flowers
Velvet thorns and stony petals
Climbing root and tunnel vine
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8. |
Rose Hips
03:39
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9. |
Crazy
04:03
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10. |
Song for Big E
03:14
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