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Ameles Potamos
03:04
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AMELES POTAMOS
talkin all night to the river boat queen/cooling my heels/floatin around in a dandelion stupor/in the asphodel fields/uh huh, i got future in my will/the world above’s a comely light/it still burns within/it all feels so fine/sinking low but i take my time/drink from the river and forget my mind/the night in my head’s a starless horizon/caught in the current of the ameles river/hear crying on the shores/huddled below wrapped in the ribbons/of the world i knew before/uh huh/ive got a future in store/the world above’s this comely light/still burns within it all feels just fine/sinkin low but I take my time/drink from the river and forget my mind/the night in my head’s a starless horizon/pulled down in the deep dark water/with speech still on my tongue/a silence breaks louder than the babble/can’t hear the burning sun/uh huh, i got future in my dawn
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Coal Shovel Blues
04:03
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COAL SHOVEL BLUES
i don’t blame you for your hesitation/i am a rake and into moving/on this time next year/sure won’t be coming back/down that whiskey/let’s get higher/my hands are working so hard in hell’s fires/tending flame/heart is burning slowly turning black/throat is closing the air won’t come at last/we’ve been so far on down them tracks/even walked bare heeled in gravel flats/metal hearted lady leave me dressed in stone/ten dollars a night’s an occupation when you’re the devil’s drone/these old hands of mine/move with patience/raking slowly so’s not to douse/the flames around our screams/oh do you see now/so call ‘em lies, call ‘em wages/death’s so cheap/when you get your share you’ll still be bare/lungs are burning slowly turning black/heart is broken and the blood won’t flow at last/we’ve been so far on down them tracks/even walk bare healed on gravel flats/metal hearted lady leave me dressed in stone/ten dollars a night’s an occupation when you’re the devil’s drone
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Time and Corn
03:31
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TIME AND CORN
darlin in my heart I’m listening in the dark/and i wait until the morning comes/with torn wings i walk/alone on this ark/i wait until morning comes/all we do is sigh in this sleepless wrest/here i will wait as long as i draw breath/darling in my heart/i'm still listening in the dark/and i wait until the morning comes/make me a pallet on your threshing floor/we do less sleeping than talking anyway/i know it's right but i won't say no more/oh all we got is time and corn/spent all my life/living in this strife/how i'd plow til the morning comes/the darkest of our nights/are spent waiting on the light/darling you're the morning sun/the golden sheaves of my childhood songs/wilted to seed that i’d left unsown/oh darling in my heart i'm still whistling in the dark/and i wait til the morning comes/make me a pallet on your threshing floor/we do less sleeping than talking anyway/i know it's right but i won't say no more/oh all we got is time and corn
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Saul
04:24
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SAUL
babe was folded in salt/lying on the shore of a gulf during a storm/drawing demons in the sand/rubbing her eyes with her salted hands/she starts to cry/about all of the wrongs/done to her in this life and the next one/she’s ready to move on/those prayers in the shapes and the colors of the oncoming storm/babe i don’t know Christ/is the Holy Ghost haunting you at night/leave the knife in its drawer/weeds are growing through this floor/fingers are climbing upstairs/match tips and kerosene are smeared/on the walls/but she don’t really talk about it much/these nightmares are my own/she don’t really talk about it much/besides in sleep/nowhere feels like home/but you’ve really got to fight them/to ferry the night/over leviathans and borderlands/until the dawning/babe I don’t know Christ/is the Holy Ghost haunting you at night/leave the knife in its drawer/weeds are growing through this floor/fingers are climbing upstairs/match tips and kerosene are smeared/on the walls/listening to the changing fables/wait until they’re over before you ask for more/and quit crying about all of the wrongs/prayers in the shapes and the colors of the oncoming storm/she comes by in the middle of the night/as gentle as a train/she turns on the light/and she won’t say a thing/even the crickets are quietly singing us to sleep/to the sounds of a feral dream
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Eli Whitney
03:49
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ELI WHITNEY lord so far/i’ve lost my way/laudation/in 1810 the cotton was low/ne’re a flower would my land grow/these rusted fields only yield sorrow/they tell me now that slavery’s sin/well so says the manual on the cotton gin/soon i’ll fold upon my kin/rain is blood/take these fields and cast away/i am light/you can tell them who i am/come they did take him to war/to splay his skin on georgia’s shore/away they rode under angel’s bright/upon the watery moonlight/now alone i earthly toil/i’d trade my soul for fertile soil/oh dear Jesus take my hand/and rid this land of soulless men/rain is blood/take these field and cast away/thief in the night/oh how nigh doth draw the end
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Persian Gown
03:48
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PERSIAN GOWN
the floor creaks with my writhing/she circles the room around/this is my home can’t you tell my love/i’m raising ‘em in the ground/in a voice of doves from the sea/they call to me my love/drinking the light from her persian gown/so soft it weighs me down/so quiet i start to drown/how much truth can a lie take/before its words are trialed/all of our throats are open graves/can we sit and talk for a while/when love is hard it’s a better place on which a man may build/but the fruit of our lives can rot from inside/or fall green to the ground/as the carrion grows on the sides of the roads/the freedom bell rings for whom it tolls/i talk what i hate/i hate what i say/tell ‘em my lover what words can weigh
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The Gathering
03:13
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THE GATHERING
hey little child i need some feed and water/the jugs on the ground outside/i ain’t slept in weeks or more/can’t keep my dreams inside/down on the mountain side/clouds of smoke like doves/oh what did Jesus steal/we gonna shout like a holy rail/down on the mountain side/who’s that knockin’ at the door/don’t let them inside/vultures gather with the corpses/down on the mountain side/caught in a field don’t turn around/leave your coat behind/cattle lolling like a call to death/down on the mountain side/women grinding daily bread/now only one can stay/trees are swaying with children at play/he plucks only one to save/the other he leaves to pray.
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Rose Hymn
03:58
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ROSE HYMN
my woman is fine/with kerosene lanterns/and a wagon wheel for a chandelier/she will fill my decanters/and canteens with whiskey and wine/and most nights before we pray/she slows me down and says, honey hey/play that old hymn/the one about the rose/before I’m finished she’s off to sleep/and it ain’t like we’ve ever tried/to end up with lighting bug nightlights/looking back and forth in the saddle/my brother he said sit still now learn to ride/oh summer water/feeling old with grace/oh and our Father/he fills the fields with grain/he fills the fields with grain/she will quilt/to warm us in winter
and she will dress in all fall’s colors/and we will live/in the middle of the woods/our laughter just like a candle’s/why is it that crystal and diamonds/and cold glass show love?/instead of lightning/lightning bug lanterns/and blowing flame into the hearth/this old town ain’t no longer than a train/and the electric light from the front car shines/so easily from one end to the other/them pale kids turning as they are/oh summer water/feeling old with grace/oh and our father/he fills the fields with grain/he fills the fields with grain
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Sourwood Orchard
02:50
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SOURWOOD ORCHARD
listen heart and listen well//wild is the world and wailing gales/a dangerous orchard upon my life/i lie awake under the boughs at night/the harrowing rain and the silent blight/all creatures here shall not confide/we wait in the meadow dressed in white/with holy robes and holy veils/smoke it fills the vernal dale/return my love return my home/to the valley soil so soft with loam/wailing wild in the sourwood groves/bear me over to the other side/turn me over to the other side/the tainted vows that we will cry/take them lord and lay them right
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Moonlight Brushwork
02:31
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MOONLIGHT BRUSHWORK
oh my love, goes all the way to jordan/to get her pears/the sweetest i have known/the song of her laughter/puts waves on the water/the scent of pear in this morning’s rain/i’m coming home/the days been long/oh my love, goes all the way to Paris/to buy her bread/the richest that i have known/the breath she breathes/sets the fields to moving/and the scent bread/along with the noonday sun/i’m coming home/the days been long/oh my love goes all the way to russia/to get her combs/the finest i have known/she moves like silver in moonlight brushwork/and wears yuli klever/paintings in her hair/the days been long/i’m coming home
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The Clay States Birmingham, Alabama
Songwriter Stephen Collins from Birmingham, Alabama known for multi-genre songwriting and focused vocal harmony. Their music has been called Antebellum Americana, Country Dark, and New Weird America. They continue to perform mostly in and around the Deep South, with biannual tours nationwide. ... more
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