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We all end
00:46
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We all get to the end.
We are murdered in our sleep.
We die peacefully.
We fall.
We are tripped.
Our cars fail.
We are crushed.
We all end.
It all stops for every one of us.
Most of us watch the ones around us get there first, and when it happens, it terrifies us.
We don’t have to be.
We have the choice of dignity.
Of grace.
Of poise.
Of Wild continence.
The end isn’t a choice.
How we handle it is.
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Things to Know
05:57
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This girl I knew
Her voice was beautiful
We wrote a few songs
She lived on the other side of the pond
This girl I knew
Like me had an over active brain.
another victim of her own soot covered mind.
We had such a short time.
What ever happened to that girl I knew?
The people in your life will come and go Without recall.
There's something to learn from each one.
The lessons taught by this life don't come with second chances.
So believe me when I say take notes.
I met a dude
On a east bound city bus
A hour long ride I use to take each day.
This dude I knew
Young as he might be to me
was kind and wise and showed an erudite mind.
He sells cars in Ravandale Washington
that's what happen to this dude I knew.
The people in your life will come and go Without recall.
Some stay quite a while, some just a day.
You don't choose who comes and goes, just the quality of the stay.
So believe me when I say take notes.
I can’t believe I came so far, where I am today.
I can’t believe Who I am, and how I got this way.
There’s no turning back
there’s no fighting the clock
There’s no other way to go but forward to what lays ahead.
Know who you are
know what you love
Know how to make the best of the world that feeds your head.
Cuz it feeds your head.
Some day too We'll go our separate ways
be it death or just new country, city or state.
And when we do remember what you learned from me
and I'll remember what it was I learned from you.
I mean what I say when I sing this song I wrote.
And you can't see it but I will take notes
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Stretch
01:06
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Salvation
03:44
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Cut down by the river.
Called out by the sea.
I never know just where to go.
Worlds got it in for me.
Winds howl through the woodlands
the trees rally against my face
The only place to go is the salvation of your embrace
Save and warm in your arms
How it is you save me.
Save and warm in your arms
Please darling won't you save me?
Cut down by the river
Beat down by the rain
The snow sets out to put me down
The world is set for pain.
The city cries for my capture
The town sets to do me in.
Leaving me at peace appears to be a natural sin.
Same and warm in your arms
How it is you save me.
Same and warm in your arms
Please darling won't you save me?
Through the storms
You cut through the darkness
with your Shining face
When you lie still
you kill my lonesome
and restore my grace
Cut Down by the river
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Moon shine on the river.
stars light up the night.
The woman I love is done with me.
but I still pray that she's alright.
It's been way too long since I seen her face.
There was so much wrong I didn't understand.
As the tears rolled on I left in disgrace.
I’m stripped of the privilege to be her man.
Is her life without me so much better?
Does she smile knowing I'm gone?
Do her tears not flow while I'm away?
Is the healing in her all done?
Moon shine on the river.
stars light up the night.
The woman I love is done with me.
but I still pray that she's alright.
I still see her smile when I close my eyes.
I still dream of the time we had.
When I dream, it’s a dream where I never lied.
It’s this dream I’m not so sad
The pale draping reaches of moonlight
are dim when not touching her face.
The pillow where she used to lay it cold.
My heart is broken all the same.
Moon shine on the river.
stars light up the night.
The woman I love is done with me.
but I still pray that she's alright.
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Itching Elbows
01:16
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Itching elbows and coughing desires
The room is filled with sexual tension.
Stuffed to the corners with possibilities.
He talks to her with warm salutations
And all the respect a human being deserves.
But thinks about licking her thighs
with warm affection,
touching her curves with gentility.
She touches him deep somewhere
in the groin and in the mind.
He knows circumstances as they are
make these things into a certain impossibility,
so he channels it into a box.
The passion of what could be squeezed
and strained and filtered into a passion that is.
Desire is not the end all for him.
Desire is the color on a gray canvas for him.
Every particulate she has to offer is for him.
As another evening concludes, he walks her to her car.
And bids her a friendly goodbye.
So she goes to her home where commitment waits for her.
He goes back into his to soak up what’s left of her in his sacred space.
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Sore from the distance between your heart and mine.
Storms howl and shake the rafters in empty spaces you were inclined.
To breathe just to breathe is labored with a worried mind.
Hard to know what feels right, when it feels so unkind.
Is this song about Redemption, or is it about regret?
If it’s one, you come back to me.
The other, I’m suppose to move on.
Put a shackle on your soul. There’s no word from the great beyond.
Bite you lip and shoulder weather
Or Clinch you fist and will to move on.
You knew how to get right to me. The sinew deep inside.
You convince me to lay my heart open. You found all the spots where I hide.
Walked through my walls of paper Mache. Break the mortar before it had dried.
I invested so much of me in you. a bitter pill if I find you had lied.
Oooooo
Is this song about Redemption, or is it about regret?
If it’s one, you come back to me.
The other, I’m suppose to move on.
Put a shackle on your soul. There’s no word from the great beyond.
Bite you lip and shoulder weather
Or Clinch you fist and will to move on.
Oooooo
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Maps
05:57
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Born with an arrow in my chest
I used to feel too scared to see the world
Love was thrown around and said too many times
Without consequence or thought for what it means
But after so many years tripping over my own feet
I'm finally sure of my own steps.
I take each breath to fall in love with the world
and not worry about the sting of regret.
I spent too many years falling down the same old way.
Never sure of what it meant to be in control
So many bridges burned it's hard to know sometimes
if it's worth building again.
Well just built it again
Before you go into the ether
just be your own smile
even once just make your own joy
Angels and Demons are all our own creation
Your worst friend and best enemy.
Don't spend too many years falling down that same old way.
Never sure what it means to be in control.
Be your own master not bound by the way
How you were told it was done been before.
Cuz That was before.
Spend time on the Cartography of your soul
Map yourself and all the places you can go.
Take your turn for the worst.
Steal a blessing out of a curse.
Each step it turns into turns into a goal.
Just breathe
and appreciate your breath
cuz someone somewhere is breathing their last
Just feel
while you have something left
Cuz one day you be left in the past.
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Serenade for Leonard
03:40
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11. |
Call of the Wild
06:22
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Search yourself. You’ll never find.
Call of the wild behind my eyes.
You can’t stem or stop the rise of
Call of the wild behind my eyes.
But I feel in the night.
Hungry thoughts I do devise.
A need to quench an appetite.
A call of the wild beneath my eyes.
Whispers of the wind and pulling tide
grow strong with the dying of the light.
Pulses drum and senses compromised.
As the call of the wild feeds my eyes.
The call of the wild in my mind
Grows strong and feeds my will to fight
The call of the wild in my mind
Cuts me free from consuming plight
Stuck behind these walls where ennui bites
Instinct pulls my body towards the night.
Screaming moon draws in my inner light.
The howl and bay at the wild from my eyes.
Be free as your will does choose to be
To know what the wild things see.
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12. |
Bless my Mama
03:13
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$15 just to dig a mans grave
$15 more to put him where he stays.
No good comes of a job undone.
So I hit the road with the rise of the sun.
Oh Oh
Saying Hey Yeah
Bless my momma till I get paid.
Lost my daddy in 19 and 3
Left my momma with my sisters and me
Nothing is the cupboard but an onion and a bun
So I hit the road with a shovel and a gun.
Singing Oh Oh (OH OH)
Saying Hey Yeah (HEY YEAH)
Bless my momma till I get paid.
I’ll find work in the hills or in the plains
Taking care of momma is worth any kind of pain.
$100 bounty for a man on the run.
So I look for the fella with a fully loaded gun.
Singing Oh Oh (OH OH)
Saying Hey Yeah ((HEY YEAH)
Bless my momma (OOOOoo) till I get paid.
In the city or the country
I’ll do what I need to do
I’ll work a Factory or foundry
to give my momma her due.
No work in this world
for her I wouldn’t do.
$15 just to dig a mans grave.
$15 more just to put him where he stays.
$15 just to dig a mans grave.
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Broken Root Lincoln, Nebraska
The brainchild of Rich Stripling. Drawing from influences all over the music spectrum.
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