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Passport
03:44
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Terrible lies cut me right down to my bones
No one told me I wouldn't go back home
Wonderful highs ride 'em up then back down low
No one told me I couldn't go back home.
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
Wrap that band around me tight
Everything's better in black and white
Wipe the colors out of the light
Everything's better in black and white
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
I take it back every word I said
Everything I thought, every wish I had
Took the notebooks, paper scraps.
Everything I thought, every wish I had
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
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Caravan of Silver Cars
04:27
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A caravan of silver cars follows me on home
That's the only thing keeps me moving on
A soft song plays slowly on the radio
That's the only thing keeps me moving on
The biggest diamond can't shine as bright
You're the warmest star in my sky tonight
A shadow of green across the wooded land,
That's the only thing keeps me moving on.
An old familiar place somewhere to rest my bones
That's the only thing that keeps me moving on
The biggest diamond can't shine as bright
You're the warmest star in my sky tonight
A rhythm from the wheels rolling with the road
That's the only thing that keeps me moving on
A caravan of silver cars follows me on home
That's the only thing keeps me moving on
The biggest diamond can't shine as bright
You're the warmest star in my sky tonight
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3. |
Blame The Horizon
06:16
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I'll pretend to be patient, you pretend to be fine
I 'II act like this is what happens, you'll act like you're kind
Blame the horizon, blame the birds at break of dawn
When they promised the day or the sky touches down
Blame the flutter of the baby, and the clothes in the drawer
And you in your stockings and dirt on the floor
I serve you whiskey in a broken glass, it made you cry
Just because we're not holding hands doesn't mean I didn't try
Blame the horizon, blame the birds at break of dawn
When they promised the day or the sky touches down
Blame the flutter of the baby, and the clothes in the drawer
And you in your stockings and dirt on the floor
It ended in a whisper, waited while the phone rang
The last thing I heard, boot heels and the screen door bang
Blame the horizon, blame the birds at break of dawn
When they promised the day or the sky touches down
Blame the flutter of the baby, and the clothes in the drawer
And you in your stockings and dirt on the floor
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Labor Day Storm
03:14
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Labor day storm, a labor of love
Things that wrap you around
Blow with the wind, blow down the house
Drive it straight through the ground
A beckoning snowflake, a blizzard of white
The thoughts that turn into sounds
Freeze up the key holes, heaters and wheels
Locking us into this house
The weeds in the garden, taller than rooftops
The vines that threaten the sky
Confronted by danger, they laugh at your posture
And ask if you ever thought why
Forget about troubles, forget about worries
No one remembers their names
For if you want something to keep you ungrounded
Just ask for the same old refrain
No sooner forgotten with calendars turning
And yesterday's news turns to wine
My sweetest obsession should otherwise mention
This little disaster is mine
This little disaster is mine
This little disaster is mine
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Rich Man
04:45
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Get a rich man into heaven, going to need a little trick
Get a rich man into heaven, going to need a bigger stick
Nothing is ever easy when pieces just don't fit
Can't buy your way to heaven 'cause heaven won't go for it
Gonna see my lady in the evening gonna see my lady after eight
Gonna see my lady in the garden gonna meet my lady at the gate
Nothings going to happen because I always show up late
Can't buy your way to forgiveness because forgiveness just can't wait
If you only give a man a bullet, he's gonna need a gun
If you only give a man one bullet, he'll come and take your son
Nothing is ever simple when the world is on the run
Can't buy your way to freedom because freedom's all or none
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That Train Song
03:43
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Where's this thing called karma
I've been waiting all my life
Took a train to Pittsburgh
Took a lot to cry
Sometimes I climb back down
Just to crawl on up again
Took a train to nowhere
Just to shed my skin
They say the ceasefire 's over
The fighting starts again
Ride that train to the border
Tell me how this all ends
Found your things in my pile
We don't talk these days
Follow tracks to the junction
Cross the road, look both ways
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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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