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Few Little Lines
03:15
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If in the end the ties are broken
And blood like Ludlow's flow again
Tell the world to weep not for
The letters never sent
Sing the songs you wrote for your child
Who spends her time in the willows
The pages folded edges bent
The letters never sent
For the letters never sent
Let's try to hold friends of old
Dearly in our hearts and sing
I'll write just a few little lines
I've no fine hand but it's fine
Cause the time that we spent
Love was better than the letters never sent
Rain like age it floods and grows
A passing storm of beauty's youth
And the clouds of endless song
One day roll along
But all the things that were never said
That danced upon the edge of words
Find a home in what they meant
In letters never sent
For the river never she writes
To the sea but endlessly flows on while we
We sing I'll write just a few little lines
I've no fine hand but it's fine
Cause the time that we spent
Love was better than the letters never
Tethered like a stone thrown in the ocean
To the weight of the days we spent
Tell me love was better than the
Letters never sent
Hold fast the flowers fade
And roads are made out of the glade
So sing no soft lament
For the letters never sent
For the letters never sent
Let's try to hold friends of old
Dearly in our hearts and sing
I'll write just a few little lines
I've no fine hand but it's fine
Cause the time that we spent
Love was better than the letters
Better than the letters...
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River For Your Dam
03:09
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Dust off your hat
And throw away your cigarettes
Changing are the ways
That you spend your last dime
Dry your eyes brother I got mine
It seems as though you know
Which way the river flows
Do you only want a pen for your plans
Do you only want a river for your dam
Sweep the floor
And write letters to the ones you love
The coffee's getting cold
And the tobacco that you rolled
Is the music in your music show
But when it's time to go home
Will you change your tune?
Do you only want a pen for your plans
Do you only want a river for your dam
It's raining on the sun
There's flames about the moon
You are one and you are
To see you through
What will you do
Dust off your hat
And throw away your cigarettes
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To describe you I looked at the mountains
Doubting that those shades of blue could define you
To describe you I dug through the tomb
But all the riches in that room live inside you
I could say you look like sweet Liza Jane
And I could say you look like Barbara Allen
But your face is timelessness traced
On to times of no telling
Cedar groves and just a little bit of honey
Sweet corn rattling in the sun
Steeping leaves and butter for the bread she made
The lake speaks of endless waves
And the feeling in brings
When there's a bird that hears another singing
Listens on to the song that glistens
Oh, makes the distant hills ring
Make the hills ring
When the spring brings the rain
That slips through my fingers
But I hold out my hands anyway
Up above me the morning dove's done grieving
Just to listen to the blue jay
That is how you look to me
That is how you look to me
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Cure For His Soul
02:43
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Old Bill Jones gonna lose his mind
If he carries on this way
He sat down on a bumblebee
Too high to know
But he'll break no mistake when you take
You're bound to fall don't stall after all
Time won't wait for you and me
Things ain't what they seem to be
And he will sleep in the deep don't weep
He'll be back again don't know when in the end
He'll find a cure for his soul
That don't take its toll
Old Bill Jones got a losing hand
But he'll play it anyway
He found himself a pretty little gal
But she had to go away
And in time he'll find a heart as kind
And the ties that bind they'll soon unwind
He'll be free to love again
Drink from the well while you can
And he might wait hesitate too late
The sun has set with regret I'll bet
He'll find a cure for his soul
That don't take its toll
Old Bill Jones gonna lose his life
If he carries on this way
But the day will come for him to fly
Across that ocean blue
Til then he might lost sight of what's right
And the price he'll pay and pay every day
As the blues fall down like rain
And it will drive the man insane
And when he tries his eyes do cry
And the tears bring fear it might take years
To find a cure for his soul
That don't take its toll
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Thought You Had A Home
03:06
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I remembered a song that I used to sing
Reminded by eyes as blue as the sky
'Twas about the moon making ravens wing
Beating on the wind make the valleys ring
It's something I just can't explain
Like a flash of sun in a drop of rain
As the day begins to break its back
It's turned to the home
You thought you had a home
On the mountain so high
Where cloudless is the mind
As you laugh and you cry
But down there in the valley
On the cradle there's a crow
Waiting for your son to grow
Treading heavy through the
Leaden hours of dawn
Through the afternoon
The moon's the ghost of the sun
Behind the cold horizon
There's a home where you'll rise
And the songs are as sweet
As a heart is bright
But something down inside the soul
Like lightning makes the thunder
Oh my God is this what we have made
Is this the place
You thought you had a home
On the mountain so high
Where cloudless is the mind
As you laugh and you cry
But down there in the valley
On the cradle there's a crow
Waiting for your daughter to grow
Feels like flying my friend
From dreams of ghosts in my head
It's something I could never know
Til I pulled on the string of the bow
It's a friend that's gone the Lord's child
A song that makes the Devil smile
You know you thought you had a home
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To Say Hello
02:53
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Wake up friend of mine
It's time for me to go
I'll see you tomorrow
Until the yarrow we're below
I'll feel inclined to say hello
And ask you
What's above love in a world
In which the dove must sing
For the ones in the ditch
Don't you wish
You could stitch what's torn
Before your children are born
And hold them to your body
And whisper we are sorry
We took so much
But still we gave you life
Wake up friend of mine
You've been working hard all day I know
But I feel inclined to say hello
For loam and hands of leather
Have sewn the home together
But the sage and the heather's
On the edge of the knife
How to give more
Than we take of life
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Friends With Silence
04:02
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It goes roaring through the sunshine
It comes crying out of pain
It goes dashing like the wind
Through the Appaloosa mane
But I can hear it calling
When sound all seems insane
I'm friends with silence
In an old fashioned way
Some phone is always ringing
The highway's humming low
Even on the mountain
In the shade of the grove
But I can feel its patience
On the most restless of days
I'm friends with silence
In an old fashioned way
I'm friends with the sound of sunlight
As it falls onto the ground
I'm thankful for the places that it takes me
And for all the thoughts I've found
When I can't find the right word
If I got nothing to say
I'm friends with silence
In an old fashioned way
I can hear them changing stations
On the other side of this wall
Somebody's yelling 'bout something
Somewhere down the hall
If I had the money
I'd leave this place to stay
I'm friends with silence
But I've got debts to pay
I'm friends with the sound of moonlight
As it falls onto the ground
I'm thankful for the places that it takes me
And for all the thoughts I've found
When I can't find the right word
If I got nothing to say
I'm friends with silence
In an old fashioned way
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9. |
Not About Nightingales
04:57
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To embrace the star on which this body rests
Like a nightingale in its branched nest
I shiver as I hold the hope I might save
As though someone I love walked across my grave
And the home I've known grown apart from these bones
Will hold me to my choices like fossils in stone
How all these things I hold so dear
Become a practice of the moments here
Is the song of today
The story of old
The weeping of the weary
The sweat of the bold
I raise my right hand to the ocean to vow
As my left holds what I have now
I listen closely for the soft whispered answers
In rooms of poets and growers and dancers
How all these things I hold so dear
Become a practice of the moments here
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Some Times
02:15
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You don't feel the vines
Growing up your sleeve
Reaching toward your heart
Beating for... tell me
You don't feel the moon
Glowing in your palms
Illuminating songs
That slip away
You might never feel
Find it hard to heal
Just remember it's not real
But a dream of you
You don't feel the ground shake
Or maybe you do
Confused in the soles of your shoes
Mistaken for a train painted grey
Sometimes I feel
Just like you do
Sometimes I feel
Like belong
Sometime it feels
Like everyone intends to take
Sometimes it feels
Like everyone's awake
Someday you will feel
Find a way to heal
Just remember it's not real
But a dream of you
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Eric George Burlington, Vermont
Eric George is a Vermont-based songwriter, sound engineer, and performer of original music and poetry. One of the most prolific folk musicians of the Northeast music scene, he is intent upon maintaining the integrity of American folk music while taking a contemporary approach to songwriting. ... more
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