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Yellow Door
03:20
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yellow door, flee
came on too quickly
why can't we ever let things be
my ego is alive, destroying everything i see
but me
if i lose control
do i lose everything?
why can't we ever let things be
what's keeping me alive
has made a cell out of this body
fear, fear;
what's keeping me alive
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Wanderer
04:52
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she lived her life a worthless wanderer
sinking deeper into hollowness that swallowed her
wanting love but only ever was a lover
she laid you down in a bed
that was too small for you both
she was nothing in your eyes, nothing
lost and dying, desperate to be
you would wipe away her tears
tell her love's the part of her that disappeared
said you'd bleed for her
you would die for her, if only she would give you
what you deserved
find her place behind your tender words
while you, yourself
had fallen out of reach
as if every whispered truth was somewhere
beyond speaking
and as you took her to her bed
you said turn out the light
you didn't wish to see the trust in her eyes
and as you took her she cried out
a desperate, keening wail
it ripped up all the barest walls you'd built for yourself
and you could see inside
and out of your darkness came redemption
a home for her that she made out of you
and from her embrace you found a starting place
a life made entirely new
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3. |
Baker
04:17
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honey, won't you take me down to baker, west virginia
in the appalachian mountains where the lost river flows
to a little shack on top of a hill
come on, i'll ride with ya
but only if you take me down to baker, west virginia
in the morning we can wake up before the crack of dawn
grab our reels and waders and head out to the pond
throw bacon on the griddle and whiskey in our joe
we'll cast a line on country time, ain't got nowhere to go
afternoon came faster than an eastbound coal train
we saddled up the mules and got them ready for the day
then we took them up death mountain through a rocky winding trail
if we ain't back till sunrise tell mom we lost our way
when evening comes around we'll head out to the bog
fry up all the catfish and sing with the bullfrogs
young michael grabs his bango and billy grabs his spoons
we'll stomp our feet and clap our hands and sing a country tune
twilight came about the time the moon was strong and bright
we heard an angry old voice, grizzled, gravelled, through the night
it was the ghost of old man jenkins, had awoken from the dead
we gave him chew and moonshine, sent him off to find his head
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4. |
Novena
05:28
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you said all of this would change
you said i'd fix this if i prayed for nine days
well i prayed
on bony knees at half past one
i begged for you to listen, protect your wayward son
i was your son
all i've learned from you is fear here
a love unquestioned is a love that isn't real
and when i asked that i could feel
i didn't mean to feel the world take you from me and everything
destroy my peace
till i had died
despite your absence i remain alive,
i've stitched me up, i've taken back the things
i gave away
he said i should write this song
the words, they gained new meaning
were in me all along
'cause what i've learned it to be here now
a life unquestioned is a life that shouldn't count
and when i finally let you be
i didn't know how much the world could mean to me
and all the ways that i'd find peace
when our love died
i will not hide, i will not lie
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Haint Blue Baltimore, Maryland
The lyrics tell stories of struggles with faith, family, addiction, and the achievement of moving forward. Like the color, their music is easy to appreciate because of how cheery it appears but remains engaging because of what lies beneath the surface. This multifaceted structure to their music makes Haint Blue not just a successful folk band but a welcome addition to the scene as a whole. ... more
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