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Working All Day
04:27
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Well I've been working all day, like so many before
I get a little bit of pay, and a whole lot of sore
Yes sir, yes ma'am, right away! We'll make it just as you say
Gotta go, gotta get up, c'mon c'mon, have a coffee and you keep on moving now...
I've got my big spike hammer, I got my shovels and rope
I ain't doing it for the glamour, just a little bit of hope
Is that a light up there? I've got to get me some air
I need a minute to catch my breath, this working all day's gonna put me to death now...
I've got a handful of pennies, I've got a handful of dimes
And all the big fat kitties are sipping their golden wine
It's always been this way, ain't nothing going to change
I'll put on my best blue collar, at the end of the week I'm going to have another dollar now...
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2. |
Coming Apart
05:26
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Won't you tighten up the mooring lines
Can't tell how hard it's gonna blow
Pour another glass of drowning wine
We'd better wait this out below
Lord, Lord, Lord...
I think I know you from another time
We were brothers, not so long ago
Before all these digital intravenous lines
That try to feed us everything we know
No, no, no, no...
Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this might take a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When we're coming apart
Pick your eyes up from the looking glass
You know nothing gold will stay
Be so careful what it is you ask
You only have today
Hey, hey, hey
Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this might take a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When you're coming apart
Water flowing fast, water flowing cold
We're all trying to step across
Some know just what sort of precious bundle that they hold
Some just think they're wandering lost
Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this is gonna hurt a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When we're coming apart
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3. |
Many Mountains
05:22
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Many mountains, many mountains...
Do you still remember the smell of that hot sweat?
Seems like so long ago...
Those days were just as holy as these ones here,
Hey baby, don't you know?
Many mountains, many mountains..
I've known you long enough that I can see your demons coming,
Sometimes before you do.
And I know you well enough to know that when I see them coming,
There's not much I can do.
Oh! It's worth the climb...
I wish I tell you how it feels to always have you by my side...
It's so good.
I wish I could show you just what sort of light it is you have shining from inside you...it's so damn good!
Oh! It's worth the climb...
Did you see that wild one sail into the woods at the edge of the headlights?
We both know this road.
Maybe if God is good, we'll still be on it side by side,
When we're so damn old.
Oh! It's worth the climb...
Good lord, it hurts to climb...
Oh! It's worth the climb...
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4. |
Song For Luis
06:14
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What do you do...when there's no shoulder to cry on?
And where do you go...when there's no ground to lie on?
There's a heartbeat...there's a sunrise...somewhere.
The thing about meaning, is that it gives us such relief.
The thing about hatred; when you flip that beast over the underbelly is only made of grief.
There's a heartbeat...there's a sunrise...somewhere.
If I don't know your name, how can I call to you for help?
We both love something, we both love something, we both love something, I'm calling to you for help.
There's a heartbeat...there's a sunrise...somewhere.
My grandfather came across that big ocean, so afraid of what he left behind.
Now so many can't get across that same ocean...
There's a heartbeat...there's a sunrise...somewhere.
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Dark The Night
05:51
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I can't really write a prayer for this one; I don't know what to say
I'd say the world's full of shit and edges, or some other half-baked cliche
But I do know that the water flows, regardless of the light
As bright the blinding day can be, darling, so can dark the night
A few years on I still was silent, stumbling on my way
Each time I just said nothing, it got harder to think of what to say
We were two birds in a rainstorm, neither black and neither white
Remarking on the songs we heard, and the darkness of the night
Well you've made your peace without me, and I guess I've done the same
I've finally found the reasons, and I'll surely take the blame
Time flows like a river, sometimes still and sometimes churning white
I row my little boat along, through the darkness of the night
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Nate Gusakov Lincoln, Vermont
Nate is a banjoist, vocalist, compositionist, conservationist, Vermonter, and ethical hunter. He tries his best to shred on
the 5-string, all the way from down in the moonshine hollers right up to the space stations above.
"A kaleidoscopic vision of folk fusion." -Seven Days
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