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Downtown Marshall
05:32
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In downtown Marshall on a Friday night,
Beneath the knotty pine and the depot lights,
A good ol’ boy making a six-string hum,
The stars and stripes hung across the room
As a backdrop for lonesome country tunes
All pining for a time that probably never was.
Bodies move in the warm night air
Sweet perfume and slicked back hair
A place where time don’t care
They danced like everyone was watching
They danced like to save their souls
They danced like to teach us a lesson
About how to hold on, and when to let go
They danced like no one dances anymore
The regular crowd was growing thin
When a younger couple took the floor again
He held her close, like he knew what he had
She moved like water, they moved as one
They moved like the work of the day was done
And the smile in her eyes filled up the room
Hand in hand and cheek to heart
It wouldn’t matter if the world fell apart
Their love a work of art
They danced like everyone was watching
They danced like to save their souls
They danced like to teach us a lesson
About how to hold on, and when to let go
They danced like no one dances anymore
And in those moments we were moved
By the gravity of all we’d come together there to do
To share the night, to share a song
In the shadow of the mountains,
where roots run deep and strong
What we’d been missing had been there all along
We danced like everyone was watching
We danced like to save our souls
We danced like to learn a lesson
About how to hold on and when to let go
We danced like everyone was watching
We danced like to save our souls
We danced like to learn a lesson
About how to hold on and when to let go
We danced like no one dances anymore
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Atlas
04:22
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Fifty men come to get him
He is waiting alone
Fifty men with guns in their hands
Gonna take him from his home
He’s waiting for fire
As they press him from his hill
Drag him to the deepest places
To incinerate his will
How long ‘til you break from the weight of the world
When they get through with him
A cave becomes his home
No earth for root to take hold
No heat for his bones
He searches for voices
The echoes are liars
He peers through the gloom
For understanding eyes
How long ‘til you break from the weight of the world
The voice from the valley
Whispers dark and low
Says it knows of his pain
Says he’s not alone
A light fills the cave
The flash burns his eyes
He hears footsteps approaching
He turns and runs and hides
How long ‘til you break from the weight of the world
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Me and Magdalena
03:48
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Me and Magdalena
We're driving south through Monterey
As the sun is slowly sinking
Into a distant ocean wave
And I don't know if I've ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she's under
Tell me Magdalena
What do you see in the depths of your night?
Do you see a long lost father?
Does he hold you with the hands you remember as a child?
But know everything lost will be recovered
When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered
And I don't know if I've ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she's under
Me and Magdalena
Always leaving early and sleeping late
Secluded in the canyon
Lost within a turn of fate
But know everything lost will be recovered
When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered
And I don't know if I've ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she's under
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In a very old room, with very old floors
Made of white oak, cut down before the wars
Walls that have heard the dreams and schemes of many men
I still see you sitting there,In that second-hand rocking chair,
A baby lulled to sleep by that song again
A borrowed tune, In a borrowed room,
On borrowed time, beneath a borrowed moon,
Rock that weathered hand-me-down,
(Holding you up, holding you up)
Roll back years in shades of brown,
(Now is enough, now is enough)
A well-worn path, carved and curved
A life inscribed in old heartwood,
By the days that know us.
You said “I do,” but had no way to know
which way our crooked path would go
But we thought the story
would be ours to write
Slowly making sense of all we received,
Shaped by second-hand memories,
Singing old familiar songs makes it feel alright
A borrowed tune, in a borrowed room,
On borrowed time, beneath a borrowed moon,
Rock that weathered hand-me-down,
(Holding you up, holding you up)
Roll back years in shades of brown,
(Now is enough, now is enough)
A well-worn path, carved and curved
A life inscribed in old heartwood,
By the days that know us.
It isn’t ours, but we can hold it for a minute
It isn’t ours, but we can carve our initials in it
Now it seems we’ve built a life of our own,
Moss grown lush on our rolling stone,
Two chips off the block who shake the rafters loose
We bent those beams under a common star,
Past lights singing over who we are,
Hand in hand we stumble toward the truth
A borrowed tune, In a borrowed room,
On borrowed time, beneath a borrowed moon,
Rock that weathered hand-me-down,
(Holding you up, holding you up)
Roll back years in shades of brown,
(Now is enough, now is enough)
A well-worn path, carved and curved
A life inscribed in old heartwood,
By the days that know us.
All things are meant to pass along,
To hands whose work is carried on,
By the days that know us.
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Bathsheba
05:21
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What I took was what you had
What you had is what you held
What you held is what you
Tried to hide in tiny fingers
Those lonely green eyes
Those cavernous nights
They’re pulling me down
Hey Bathsheba, Come down from your roof
Oh Bathsheba, It’s time we faced the truth
We been peering over walls, whispering through the cracks, feeling lost, changed, and lonely, trying to find a way to make it back
Come on Bathsheba, don't you lie
What we conceived between us is dead
A drunken fever dream
and what you needed was a friend
I know I can’t redeem those words
When I lost in my head
Hey Bathsheba, Come down from your roof
Oh Bathsheba, It’s time we faced the truth
We been peering over walls, whispering through the cracks, feeling lost, changed, and lonely, trying to find a way to make it back
Come on Bathsheba, don't you cry
Now I’ve become a stranger to you
Disappeared in our ways
I don’t know if it it can happen, girl
But I’d like to see you again someday
Hey Bathsheba, Come down from your roof
Oh Bathsheba, It’s time we faced the truth
We been peering over walls, whispering through the cracks, feeling lost, changed, and lonely, trying to find a way to make it back
Come on Bathsheba, don't you die
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Carry A Nation
05:53
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Born up in the bluegrass, before it made a sound
Pennyroyal in your veins, so bitter going down
Prophetic slip of papa’s pen,
Your name became a weight,
to Carry
to Carry A Nation,
Mother Mary’s shattered memory, Victoria in rags,
A country sore divided, you did what you could to save
One marriage dead and buried before the body cooled,
Spirits calling westward, the child of a fool,
Yours to Carry
to Carry A Nation
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Another husband lends his name, a banner for your cause
As rocks cry out for justice in the stony voice of God
“Go forth to dark Kiowa, and set those spirits free”
Smashers in your kerchief, heart filled with zealous glee,
you Carry,
Carry A Nation
Temperance your cause, but abstinence your aim
The rocks proved true, but not true enough, hatchetiation a better game Turning blade to stave in seedy joints, the power of your arm
Drawing women to your cause, to save their men from harm
Go Carry
Carry A Nation
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Three dozen county jail cells could not tamp your fire down,
Cursed by every barkeep in every dusty town,
They beat you and they mocked you, yet you refused to yield
Until the spirits left you, fallen in a field
Dead and buried,
Carry A Nation
Can you mend a broken heart that fuels an awful quest?
Can you mourn a broken body that knows its final rest?
Can you right a wrong before its done, undrink that bitter cup?
Can you name the fear that’s haunting you, and say enough’s enough? Must you carry,
Carry A Nation?
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Bury your hatchet.
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Midnight on the Water
03:18
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The Minstrel Boy
03:11
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard
"Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and brav'ry
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery"
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The Blackest Crow
04:51
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As time draws near my dearest dear
When you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe
In my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake
Believe me dear, its true
I wish weren't going away
Or I was staying with you
Oh that my breast were made of glass
Wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote
In letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love
Believe me when I say
You are the one I love the best
Until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew
Would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night, my love
The elements would mourn
If ever I prove false to you
The seas would rage and burn
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10. |
Haunting You
04:46
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Bitterness grows by degrees,
a sidewalk cracked by the roots of the trees,
pushing up from below,
pressure building real slow,
til it breaks and you fall to your knees
Loneliness comes in waves,
scouring the shoreline and opening graves,
floating just past the break,
in the darkness it waits,
to rush in when it seems that you’re saved.
What hides behind
skin tough as lies?
Don’t give in to
all that’s haunting you.
Silence is filled to the brim,
a cup overflowing with doubt from within,
Though the air may be still,
there is no force of will,
that can quiet what might have been.
Still waters run deep so they say,
and calm on the surface would never betray,
glass may be smooth but a mirror is too,
and reflections have secrets to keep.
What hides behind
skin tough as lies?
Don’t hold on to
all that’s haunting you?
Mercy cuts like a knife,
shredding the pain that you thought was a life,
One gesture of grace from a unselfish place
can carve a way back to the light
What hides behind
skin tough as lies?
Let hope run undo
all that’s killing you,
let your light shine through.
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11. |
In the Garden
03:12
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I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
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12. |
The Parting Glass
02:21
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Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
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Piedmont Temperance Movement Charlotte, North Carolina
A folk-ish quartet from Charlotte, NC. Four strapping gents picking, strumming, and mellifluously singing songs old and new.
Goodtime vibes, eclectic sets.
"Moving Temperance out of the Piedmont one drink at a time"
"Good time portents and nostalgic laments for the world weary and spirit thirsty soul"
Brian "Doc" Sullivan
Adam "Hitch" Nannini
Graham "Buster" McGoogan
Matthew "Kidd" Files
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