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Please
04:57
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Please
Hang your dirty laundry, don't care where it's been.
You're my one and only, despite those other friends.
All those power lines, hanging with their rambling vines
Traveling down the road right back to you.
Saw you down on South Street, far off look in your eye.
Dirty coat and coffee, black as midnight skies.
All those red street lights, hanging with the broken kites.
Drifting down like raindrops on the roof.
Tattered, hanging from the limbs, when the flood comes in.
Bend the branches of the trees, under the weight of you and me.
Please, come take me home. Please, don't let me roam.
Walked right out your side door, thinking you were young.
Memories of the decades replaced by foreign tongues.
All those bygone years, hanging with the boys out there
Fade away like flowers in the sun.
Tattered, hanging from the limbs...when the flood comes in.
Bend the branches of the trees, under the weight of you and me.
Please, come take me home. Please, don't let me roam.
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The Things That We Carry
02:35
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The Things That We Carry
A rock on my back, a hole in my heart.
She's not coming back, I brought it so far.
A stone in my shoe, pockets turned out.
Empty of you, emptied of doubt.
The things that we carry, the things we let go.
Brought out and shown off or left by the road.
Lines we have written, words that we read.
The things that we carry are all that we need.
A memory tucked in, a faded goodbye.
A lost promise stuck in the back of my mind.
A load I let settle, a weight lifted off,
So sentimental, so heavy and soft.
The things that we carry, the things we let go.
Brought out and shown off or left by the road.
Lines we have written, words that we read.
The things that we carry are all that we need.
A wish that I once had, a thought of that time.
Carried you back, to the end of the line.
An old faded picture, lost in the box.
I only wish that I still had that rock.
The things that we carry, the things we let go.
Brought out and shown off or left by the road.
Lines we have written, words that we read,
The things that we carry are all that we need.
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How Do You?
03:54
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How Do You?
I say I'm never going to do it again,
I'm doing it again.
Funny how the tales we tell grow tall,
That's how the story stands.
How do you pick a fight with someone?
Someone who won't fight back?
What you say and what you really mean,
Two trains different tracks.
I say I'm never going to think of you.
I'm thinking of you now.
Funny how the tales we tell grow tall,
The story goes around.
How do you make someone remember you?
When they come on down?
What you say and what you really mean,
Two trains different towns.
I say I'm gonna get the hell out of here,
Well here I am.
Funny how the tales we tell grow tall,
That's how the story ends.
How do you tell someone you die for them?
When they barely know your name?
What you say and what you really mean,
Two trains, just the same.
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Anthracite
02:55
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Anthracite
I wish I was there when the light left your eyes.
Coal dust in your blood.
Could we have kept the dark clouds from our town?
Dirty and wet as the winter rains came down.
Tattoos of anthracite.
Dragged to the dim daylight.
Nothing to clean this rain.
Yesterday's window pane.
Children throw rocks, bare feet followed the steps.
Past the fields where Grandfathers rest.
Could we have left the dark holes in the ground?
Pulling our boats when anchors went down.
Tattoos of anthracite.
Dragged to the dim daylight.
Nothing to clean this rain.
Yesterday's window pane.
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5. |
Halifax Hurricane
03:45
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Halifax Hurricane
Bomb blasted windows, 1917.
2000 people were lost.
The unladen Imo, for wartime relief,
Danced into Mont Blanc in the Cove.
How could a woman as light as a bird
Blow winds cross the prairie so cold?
A Halifax hurricane bore down on North End,
Had nothing on that woman's soul.
We ducked in that bar, out of the storm
And away from the forces that blew.
I didn't know how lightning that struck
Was all of that fury from you?
My cold hearted woman named after a storm,
Gets what she came here to take.
The bombs in the harbor couldn't sleep through the fire,
Left nothing but ruin in its wake.
We ducked in that bar, out of the storm
And away from the forces that blew.
I didn't know how lightning that struck
Was all of that fury from you?
When fisherman find my body and clothes,
Lay me to rest in St. Paul.
That's nowhere she'll find me or look for my bones
She blew off the coast at landfall.
We ducked in that bar, out of the storm
And away from the forces that blew.
I didn't know how lightning that struck
Was all of that fury from you?
How could a woman as light as a bird
Blow winds cross the prairie so cold?
A Halifax hurricane bore down on North End,
Had nothing on that woman's soul.
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Phoenix
03:45
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Phoenix
Walk through that door one last time.
Changed your name, made up your mind.
Build a path of broken bricks.
Swim away from sinking ships.
She doesn't have to say anything.
I see the place she wore her ring.
Build a path of broken hearts.
Swim away from hungry sharks.
Lay down the rocks to make that path.
Lifted up from burning ash.
Built a map with open hands.
Swim away to welcome lands.
Walk through that door one last time.
Changed your name, made up your mind.
Build a path of broken bricks.
Swim away from sinking ships.
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7. |
Maybe
03:31
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Maybe
Can't have you running around,
Sneaking downtown, putting me down.
You'll find me, head in the sand.
Glass in my hand. Out with the band.
Ooh, I really got to tell someone.
Want to walk when I should run.
Wake me up when this is fun.
Ooh, you really got me good this time.
Shoulda spent that extra dime.
Could've maybe made you mine.
Now I see, your point of view,
This side of you, it's all brand new.
Did you think this is how it would be?
Now that you're free. What did you see?
Ooh, I really got to tell someone.
Want to walk when I should run.
Wake me up when this is fun.
Ooh, you really got me good this time.
Shoulda spent that extra dime.
Could've maybe made you mine.
Can't have you running around,
Sneaking downtown, putting me down.
You'll find me, head in the sand.
Glass in my hand. Out with the band.
Ooh, I really got to tell someone.
Want to walk when I should run.
Wake me up when this is fun.
Ooh, you really got me good this time.
Shoulda spent that extra dime.
Could've maybe made you mine.
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8. |
Lies I Believe
03:55
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Lies I Believe
Lie to me - I'll believe what you say.
Sing to me - I won't go away.
Hide with me - I'll show you the way.
Lie with me - I want you to stay.
Man holds his head full of losses he grieves.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
Woman's sweet sadness brings man to his knees.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
Sing me a verse that's better than this.
Throw me a curse I can add to my list.
Give me a chance, I swear I won't miss.
Hold out your hands, give me a kiss.
Man holds his head full of losses he grieves.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
Woman's sweet sadness brings man to his knees.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
Carry me home on the song that you sung.
Whispering lies at the top of your lung.
Tell me again how it was when you were young
Your lies always were as pure as they come.
Man holds his head full of losses he grieves.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
Woman's sweet sadness brings man to his knees.
A bird hits the window 'cause of lies it believes.
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9. |
Time Got A Mistress
03:29
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Time Got A Mistress
The way your hair shined,
The way they watched you as you float by.
I think of that time, and how I wondered if you
Could ever be mine.
Those days the snow fell,
The way you fit inside my raincoat.
I think of those days and I wonder if you
Always were my best hope.
Now time got a mistress
Time went out and came home drunk.
And pages turned much faster,
I had to close my eyes - to leave the dark.
Now take my last word,
As a testament to first love.
I'm thinking that's fine, and I'm wondering if this
Could be our courage.
Now time got a mistress
Time went out and came home drunk.
And pages turned much faster,
I had to close my eyes - to leave the dark.
Such tarnished earrings,
Still brighten the eyes that look for mine.
I'll take the slow lane and I never knew –
Who moved - the finish line.
Now time got a mistress
Time went out and came home drunk.
And I finished what I started
I had to close my eyes - to leave the dark
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Waiting In The Wings
03:33
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Waiting In The Wings
May you never have to worry,
May you never have a sleepless night.
May you never have troubles
Or demons you have to fight.
May you never wait for the shoe to drop
Or the building around you to fall.
May you never have to lie awake
Waiting for that midnight call.
Call it what you want
Or don't call it anything.
We get what life has given us
Just waiting in the wings.
May you never know the things I see,
May you never lose your way.
May you always hope for us to find
Your stories of yesterday.
May you never give a second thought,
May you hold your head up high.
May you always know you've done your best
And always do it right.
Call it what you want
Or don't call it anything.
We get what life has given us
Just waiting in the wings.
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11. |
Standing In The River
04:25
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Standing In The River
Standing in the river in the mud up to my knees.
Standing in the river in the mud up to my knees.
Ask the passing clouds forgive me please.
Sugar tastes sweeter than a handful of dirt.
Sugar tastes sweeter than a hand full of dirt.
Money don't come easy if you don't do the work.
What do we build when we play with dust?
Carved our names in vain in the crumbling rust.
Concrete jungle meets the treehouse sky.
Can't complain - were all going to die.
Someday soon they'll take me down to the well.
Someday soon they'll take me down to the well.
Say jump in there boy if you got to prove yourself.
What do we build when we play with dust?
Carved our names in vain in the crumbling rust.
Concrete jungle meets the treehouse sky.
Can't complain - were all going to die.
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12. |
Walking Backwards
05:21
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Walking Backwards
Give me strength, give me something right.
I'm not leaving till I make this right.
I'm not leaving till I make this night,
Get me to the morning light.
Like finding darkness after daylight shone,
Walking backwards, drinking alone.
Once I knew a girl so fine.
Thought I'd make that girl be mine.
Thought I'd make it last this time.
Turns out nothings ever mine.
Like finding darkness after daylight shone,
Walking backwards, Living alone.
Here I am where I was before.
Looking for something, searching for more.
Looking for something that was there before.
Find the key to unlock the door.
Like finding darkness after daylight shone,
Walking backwards, sleeping alone.
Pick the lock with the skeleton key.
Open the door that was close to me.
Open the door, going to break free.
Find somebody just like me.
Like finding darkness after daylight shone,
Walking backwards, being alone.
Under the willow by the river bend,
Lonely place to lay my head.
Lonely place to meet my end,
Till something makes me start again.
Like finding darkness after daylight shone,
Walking backwards, dancing alone.
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Harmonic Dirt Syracuse, New York
Harmonic Dirt is a collaboration of multi-instrumentalist Mike Gridley and lyricist Susan Coleman based in Central New York.
They are joined by percussionist Taylor Bucci. The husband and wife duo of Coleman and Gridley are prolific songwriters, developing stories that draw from the rich heritage of American folk and roots music.
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