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Comfort Me
04:30
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Comfort Me
Black sea surrounds us
So deep it might drown us
I've jumped aboard a lifeboat with no oars
Fading horn reminds us
Fog won’t lift around us
But we've steered ships through more than rocky shores
Comfort me baby won't you comfort me
I need time with better company
Cover me baby won't you cover me
Don't let no one share my sympathy
Starlight will show us
Dimness can't control us
You can't see color in the darkest sky
Seabird found a rest stop
Perching on a pole top
No one minds its weary wait till next sunrise
Comfort me baby won't you comfort me
I need time with better company
Cover me baby won't you cover me
Don't let no one share my sympathy
Black sea surrounds us
So deep it might drown us
I've jumped aboard a lifeboat with no oars
Fading horn reminds us
Fog won’t lift around us
But we've steered ships through more than rocky shores
Comfort me baby won't you comfort me
I need time with better company
Cover me baby won't you cover me
Don't let no one share my sympathy
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2. |
Rhode Island Street
04:10
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Rhode Island Street
The house burned down on Rhode Island Street
Up on Potrero Hill
You showed me the room where you used to sleep
With the broken windowsill
I watch those flames soar through the sky
Fingers of fire and silk
You said you made breakfast for all of your friends
Out of bread and honey and milk
That's when we were young and hungry and played
All through the night until dawn
But you never thought that house would burn down
Without taking us all along
Our names on the paper faded and grey
Are lost somewhere in the dirt
It was never no good for nothing at all
But man it was good for a burn
Now they're thinking that I am to blame
But I swear my fingers are clean
But if thoughts could set sparks then I am the one
Who’s been torching down everything
That's when we were young and hungry and played
All through the night until dawn
But you never thought that house would burn down
Without taking us all along
The house burned down on Rhode Island Street
Up on Potrero Hill
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3. |
Cut My Hair For You
04:18
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Cut My Hair For You
I'd cut my hair for you come clean and walk the other way
Lay down my life for you confess and give it all away
I shot a hole in the sky hitched a ride to the moon
Never thought my mind was breaking this soon
You give your last dime confused when I turned it down
Put out your hand to me waiting till I came around
I shot a hole in the sky hitched a ride to the moon
Never thought my mind was breaking this soon
I take a picture of you wear it pinned to my heart
Sit by your bed with you until it got dark
I shot a hole in the sky hitched a ride to the moon
Never thought my mind was breaking this soon
Stand in the doorway of the hospital ward
Cutting the silence cut down the cord
I shot a hole in the sky hitched a ride to the moon
Never thought my mind was breaking this soon
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4. |
Catch Me
03:00
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Catch Me
If you want to catch me you gotta stand in my shoes
Gotta walk a mile in my place
And if you want to love me you gotta get in my skin
And never give up on the chase
Cause no love is ever not love
Heaven above won't send a white dove
But some love is better than none
Got to find it fast cause it’s on the run
When you find me you're gonna find me
Somewhere where that I ain't
And if you lose me you know you lost me
to someone who's not a saint
Cause no love is ever not love
Heaven above won't send a white dove
But some love is better than none
Got to find it fast cause it’s on the run
If you catch up you gotta watch out
Cause the fire can get hot
When the steam runs out I'll scream and shout
Here I am ready or not
Cause no love is ever not love
Heaven above won't send a white dove
But some love is better than none
Got to find it fast cause it’s on the run
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5. |
Grief Is A Canyon
05:12
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Grief Is A Canyon
Grief is a canyon with only one side
Hope you got something to keep you alive
When you get down there got nowhere to hide
When you get down there got nothing but time
Someone once told me my luck would run out
Can't remember who that was
Now runaway angels hush crying and shouts
Can't bear the thought of no love
Grief is a canyon with only one side
Hope you got something to keep you alive
When you get down there got nowhere to hide
When you get down there got nothing but time
Her place on the sidewalk starstruck the night
Now the daylight refuses to shine
I guess they want something to make it alright
I guess they chose something of mine
Grief is a canyon with only one side
Hope you got something to keep you alive
When you get down there got nowhere to hide
When you get down there got nothing but time
A sweet face come visit to talk for awhile
And take a long sip on my drink
Your shoulders and solace forces a smile
Patience don't care if I speak
Grief is a canyon with only one side
Hope you got something to keep you alive
When you get down there got nowhere to hide
When you get down there got nothing but time
Grief is a canyon with only one side
Hope you got something to keep you alive
When you get down there got nowhere to hide
When you get down there got nothing but time
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6. |
Ashes
03:37
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Ashes
You're a hard one to know
You’re driving fast but you’re moving slow
You settle down then you pull up stakes
You're a habit I can't shake
Country boy city girl
One shot heard all around the world
No one listened no surprise
There's no reason to open your eyes
It was good most of the time
One step up three to the side
What goes in must come out
Bitter fruit turned ash in my mouth
Gypsy woman once said to me
Fame and fortune are yours to keep
But once you bite that fruit so sweet
Can't go back down from the tree
It was good most of the time
One step up three to the side
What goes in must come out
Bitter fruit turned ash in my mouth
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7. |
Blue Moon Atlas
03:11
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Blue Moon Atlas
A blue-moon atlas bruise on your heart
These are the things that make you fall apart
A backstreet survivor in the waiting room
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Blisters on your fingers carry heavy loads
Let me remind you gotta let it go
Chance a bad encounter for something sweet
Save a little room for hotcakes and tea
A killer whale with a killer smile
Dragged me home that last bloody mile
Bruise on my heart match the ones on my knees
Begging for something I don't really need
Throw down the covers keys out the door
Many days behind room for many more
A blue-moon atlas shows where you've been
Fold back the pages where you found all your friends
A blue-moon atlas bruise on your heart
These are the things that make you fall apart
A backstreet survivor in the waiting room
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Calling your mama baby come home soon
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8. |
Parking Brake
04:52
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Parking Brake
She worked hard earned her dollars
Didn't quit when it got rough
Raise three kids raised her husband
Didn't leave when it got tough
One more time call me Captain
One more time take the reins
Pick me up put me back on
Ride the horse till sunset ends
Made their mark marked off time
Gave up things did without
Held no grudge just one secret
Spoke in whispers never shouts
One more time put my hat on
One more time grab your change
Kick up dust calling shotgun
Roll the wheels ride the range
Held each other when times got harder
Held out arms held things back
Brought home tales of other glories
Built a chalet out of a shack
One more time to grab the brass ring
Walk on coals charm the snake
Feed the flames arcing skyward
Setting free the parking brake
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9. |
What Did You Take?
05:25
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What Did You Take?
Dragging a sack of Ancient dust floating on air suspended by smoke
Packing again if you think that you must leaving behind the things you broke
Whoa oh the old river flows
We turn right around right to tomorrow
Whoa oh that's how it goes
What did you take what did you borrow?
If your boots come too heavy to wear if you're feeling like a souvenir
I know of something lighter than air you'll know when you feel it getting near
Whoa oh the old river flows
We turn right around right to tomorrow
Whoa oh that's how it goes
What did you take what did you borrow?
So take a deep breath and let it all go Did you forget how to breathe again? Imagine you're something whiter than snow and start from the storybook end
Whoa oh the old river flows
We turn right around right to tomorrow
Whoa oh that's how it goes
What did you take what did you borrow?
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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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