1. |
Tip The Weight
02:54
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Though your eyes be hesitant
If your words be true
When spring comes in lilac scents
I will marry you
If I can claim any fate
And if my aim is true
I will walk through any gate
And I will carry you.
Summer songs and evening late
With this we can begin
Every chance you understate
Is guarded but sanguine.
Through all your nights and all your days
Though your life be long
If your hands should tip the weight
I will be your own.
If all your words seem coarsely clad
And every bridge seems burned
To every chance you ever had
And everything you learned
Every river you may cross
Tho the water’s wide
At every bridge you weigh the cost
Against the other side
Well I might take your mind off
The stones that you would throw
And if you hands should tip the weight
I will be your own.
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2. |
Salt Skies
02:42
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3. |
Quartz On The Road
05:01
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Quartz on the road
Bullets in the store
Blood stripes the fields
I hear the corn, the iron roar
My whisper - whispers in the barley
My scream - screams in the shakes
For water - Water on parched lips
And the hills rise as we take
Quartz on the road
I’ll reach the quartz on the road to Richmond
Our Burnside – Burnside’s hoarse commands
To Report – guns report and reply
My Cry - Cries on hoarse throats
And he calls for young life to die
Quartz on the road
I’ll reach the quartz on the road to Richmond
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4. |
I've Got Time
02:38
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I’ve been waiting for, I’ve been waiting for
The time you’ll wait for me
I’ve been waiting for, I’ve been waiting for
The time you’ll wait for me.
And I’ve got time
I’ve got time.
I’ve been wishing for, I’ve been wishing for
The time you’ll wish on me.
I’ve been wishing for, I’ve been wishing for
The time you’ll wish on me.
And I’ve got time
I’ve got time.
I’ve been longing for, I’ve been longing for
The time you’ll long for me.
I’ve been longing for, I’ve been longing for
The time you’ll long for me.
And I’ve got time
I’ve got time.
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5. |
With The Wind
05:34
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Scanning the wave cuts
To gale swallowed light
Reflecting off snow blinding winds.
Straining as boats crawl
Out from the night
Struggling its catch and its men.
And winter has come with the changing light
And winter has come with the wind
Winter has come with the changing light
And the night grows long
Children in felt boots
Race, overtake
Clutching for flakes by the shore.
Counting the land falls
Scared glance in each face
Then scanning the sea for one more.
And winter has come with the changing light
And winter has come with the wind
Winter has come with the changing light
And the night grows long
If you should come back
In spray and in fight
Chilled to the bone with the wind.
I swear I will warm you
Till we’ll be alright
But please don’t let this be the end.
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6. |
Slow Train To Baltimore
02:44
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7. |
Till Summertime
04:32
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I will walk the arbor, underneath the vines
Trim the thorns from roses, with your hand in mine
I will dress in muslin, I will shed the fine
I will wear your laurel, champion the benign
I’ll walk behind you till summertime comes
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I will tear down concrete, bleach the wood with lime
I will rust the iron, watch copper oxidize
I’ll walk behind you till summertime comes
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I will drink the oceans, I will shift the tides
I will sail to midnight, where brine meets the sky
I’ll walk behind you till summertime comes
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I’ll walk behind you till summertime
I will wear your garments, I will dress so fine
Silk and lace and satin, fitted and designed
I will walk the arbor with your hand in mine
I will wait for roses and I’ll not count the time
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8. |
Between The Beltanes
02:45
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So what becomes of rainy days,
Kitchen smells and striped duvets?
And I can almost touch your face
Feel your breath and draw your lips and taste.
If night becomes you,
Why’s this one so cold?
Between the Beltanes
Between our new and old.
So what becomes of our footsteps
When the dusty floors are swept
And I can always find regrets
Kiss your cheek and know that you have wept
As nights grow shorter
As spring becomes more bold
Between the Beltanes
As both of us grow old…
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9. |
Jump Like That
03:04
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I’ve been riding on this rail line for to long
I’ve been riding much to long
I’ve got to jump like that when a station comes
I’ve got to jump like that when anything comes
I cant help but feel that I’ve been this way before
And I can’t help ask for more
I’ve got to jump like that when a station comes
I’ve got to jump like that when anything comes
Up a hill out of the valley with my song
Down a hill and through the valley with my song
Up a hill out of the valley with my song
Tired of moving on
I’ve been riding through this wilderness to long
Down in the billabong
I’ve got to jump like that when a station comes
I’ve got to jump like that when anything comes
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10. |
John's Blue Jeans
02:51
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11. |
In The Birch
04:34
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Carved names, birch bark
Days and years
Like rabbits fly past
Water falls, buttercups
On rock juts
Smudge yellow damp
I’ll carve your name in the Birch
Skin on the cool rock
Dirt on backs
Knees in the sand
Each kiss distinct
Each bookends
Your wet hands.
I’ll carve your name in the Birch.
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12. |
Lawrence St. Blues
04:07
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Every morning I wake up
Every morning I wake up
Just to watch your fill your cup
Watch the morning light fill your cup
Every morning I wake up
Every morning I wake up
To watch you turn and toss
As I dress you toss and sleep
Every evening I watch you fade
Every evening I watch you fade
As you watch the skyline promenade
From our window as you turn and look away from me
Every evening I watch you fall
Every evening I watch your clothes fall
Take my hand you won’t have to crawl
You might take a step, you might walk tall,
Away from me.
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13. |
Past The Stone
04:32
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Let him down now, let him down now
Past the green fields, past the stone
I will see him by a box car
Telling Stories about each town
Let him down now, let him down now
Past the green fields, past the stone
Next I’ll see him on a porch side
Where the honeysuckle grows
Let him down now, let him down now
Past the green fields, past the stone
I will see him, I will see him
In his blue jeans chasing crows
Let him down now, let him down now
Past the green fields, past the stone
I will see him, I will see him
Waiting for me down some road.
Let him down now, let him down now
Past the green fields, past the stone
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14. |
Ray Woodruff Richmond, Virginia
Songwriter. Guitarist. Instrumentalist. Visuals. Lost writer.
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