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Cisco Lights
04:33
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‘Cisco Lights
‘Cisco lights -a- shinin’ down on,
road signs behind us sayin,’
we’ve never been down this road.
Telephone polls and red stop signs,
We watched the sun set and we watched it rise.
If we counted the smiles I think I’d run out of time with you.
And that’s never, never, never something I intend to do.
I never, never, never want to run out of time with you.
I’ve got a box a dried flowers, I’ve got a box of love notes.
If I counted the hours of writing love songs-
Half-ass rymes and heart felt poems- its true:
If I counted ‘em all I think I’d run out of time with you,
And that’s never, never, never something I intend to do.
If I counted ‘em all I think I’d run out of time with you,
And that’s never, never, never something I intend to do.
Lookin’ down on the city from Alamo Square,
No stars in the sky but we know they’re there.
Just like all the lights in the windows where there must be warmth inside.
Another journey complete, another map marked,
Another mile behind, but its only the start:
Don’t bother countin’ ‘em all ‘cause we may only get a few,
And I never, never, never want to run out of time with you.
Don’t bother countin’ ‘em all ‘cause we may only get a few,
And I never, never, never want to run out of time with you.
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2. |
Stay
03:33
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I pour myself another cup of coffee,
Winter’s leaking through my window pane.
The sun is up and waitin’ on me,
I’m just not ready to start the day.
Slide my arm into the jacket my babe bought me,
Step out into the snow that was freshly lain.
Boots n’ hat n’ scarf upon me,
Half way down the drive when I heard you say…
Won’t you stay?
You said wont you stay
I turned to meet your eyes still full of sleep,
Standin’ barefoot in snow ankle-deep.
Without even tryin’ you flashed me a smile,
Made me stop in my track, made me feel like a child.
And this child never felt more like a man
Than when you shouted my name and you held out your hand.
Won’t you stay?
You said wont you stay
I stumble through the words lookin’ for the verse,
That was written on my heart and not over-rehearsed,
But I got caught up on ”I love you”
So, I thought that line could bare one more use.
Sometimes life just gets in the way,
Livin’ in the future not livin’ for the day.
Thank you for steppin’ up and steppin’ outside,
Life just ain’t good without a good surprise.
Won’t you stay?
You said won’t you stay
Well that snow it fell and it fell some more,
Burying the future that was pounding on our door,
And that future may still be poundin’ away,
But I just focus on the words that I heard you say
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3. |
City of Twilight
05:57
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Hiding in the darkness,
Beneath the willow tree,
Some might say that there is foul wind at play,
But I’m as peaceful as can be.
A small, dark man breaches the corner’s bend,
and enters the shadow’s folds.
Even when the moon shines bright in the City of Twilight,
Its hard to see the difference between a friend or foe.
As the small, dark man made the corner’s bend,
He stopped suddenly then I knew he knows,
That my secret seat beneath the willow’s reach,
Was no longer secret, but now exposed.
He took a large step towards me in a theatrical display.
He brandished then a small violin and swiftly began to play.
Some people need someone to hold and to squeeze,
Some folks require the warmth of a friend’s fire,
Some people need a warm summer breeze,
But that’s why I live in these city’s streets…
Where “some people” bleed.
Well, he was joined then by quite the host,
A Bass player from hell and a Xylophone.
A Cellist, a Trombone, and small boy far from home,
Who grabbed a trashcan off the street…
And held the beat.
Then the band they left, they vanished, they were gone.
I didn’t know which way the went, or where they came from.
I was perturbed, I was shaken, I was moved, I was stunned.
Then suddenly it hit me…
This is where I belong.
Some people need someone to hold and to squeeze,
Some folks require the warmth of a friend’s fire,
Some people need a warm summer breeze,
But that’s why I live in these city’s streets…
Where “some people” bleed.
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4. |
Shades
03:37
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My future’s been so bright, I’ve had to wear them shades,
That just fell off my nose now I got broken frames,
Now I’m staring right in the sunlight and I realize,
‘till now I never knew no pain.
I’ve been walking ‘till my feet wore through the bottom of my shoes,
Not looking for an answer only lookin’ for a clue.
I look for a direction ‘stead I find a ball and chain,
I look for Love’s affection, and I find her sister, Pain.
Now I’m lookin’ for my crutch and I’m lookin for my cane,
Lookin’ for my easy-chair and lookin for my shades.
Lookin’ for my shades,
Lookin’ for my shades,
Stumblin’, Fumblin’ under the sun,
I hear you call my name as I try to run,
You say “ leave your cheap sunglass,” my mind relaxes,
“follow me ‘cause I’m the one.”
“I gave you feet to walk, I gave your heart to pump,
I gave you eyes to see, to see what must be done.
I gave you bread and wine, I gave you my only Son.
I brought back your enemies just to set your feet upon.
But you can have your crutch and have your cane,
You can have your easy-chair and you can have your shades.
I’ll take away your pain,
I’ll take away your pain.
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5. |
Black Water Blues
03:03
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I went to the river just to take a swim in that sunshine,
Went to the river to fill my cup to the brim.
Went to the rive just to take a swim in that sunshine,
But the water and ran black and the sky was dark and grim.
So I went downtown just to grab me a cup of coffee,
I went downtown just to see if I could spy a friend,
Went downtown just to grab me a cup of coffee,
But they were out of beans and I found a good friend cryin.’
He said, “I lost my home where I raised my family,”
He said, “ I lost my house and everything I own.”
He said, “I lost my home where I raised my family,
I appreciate the kindness but won’t you please leave me alone?”
So I turned around just to sit down on that sidewalk,
I turned around just to take a load off my feet.
I turned around just to sit down on that sidewalk,
Started pickin’ the blues but I broke my guitar string.
Them big city lights are used to seein’ things so tragic,
Them big city lights are used to seein’ her people weep.
Them big city lights are used to seein’ things so tragic,
But I never thought I’d see this town with a hurt so deep.
So I went to the river just to take a swim in that sunshine,
Went to the river just to fill my cup to the brim.
I went to the river just to take a swim in that sunshine.
But the water ran black and the sky was dark and grim.
Though the water ran black, yeah, tomorrow we’ll try again.
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Goodly Fere
Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere=Mate, Companion.
Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men, O' ships and the open sea.
When they came wi' a host to take Our Man His smile was good to see,
"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere, "Or I'll see ye damned," says he.
Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
"Why took ye not me when I walked about Alone in the town?" says he.
Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine When we last made company,
No capon priest was the Goodly Fere But a man o' men was he.
I ha' seen him drive a hundred men Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house For their pawn and treasury.
I ha' seen him cow a thousand men On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging, With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
A master of men was the Goodly Fere, A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere They are fools eternally.
From “Ballad of the Goodly Fere” by Ezra Pound - 1909
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7. |
Great River
05:43
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Tomorrow is lookin’ in my window
Tomorrow is knockin’ on my door
Tomorrow is lookin’ in my window
Tomorrow is knockin’ on my door
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow I just cant take it no more
Sorrow done made my ma a widow
Sorrow done made my daddy poor
Sorrow done made my ma a widow
Sorrow done made my daddy poor
Yesterday is dead and gone- today, forsake it to faith and carry on…
Carry on Great River
Lay my bones upon your shore
Can’t you hear my songs of sorrow,
Can’t you see who’s knockin’ at my door?
Until the sun above my head,
Beats on the ground where I may rest,
May your waters flow through the seeds I’ve sewn,
Let your name bloom forevermore
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My grandfather’s grandfather came from the Rio Grande,
Lost all his money from an outlaw band,
The West is unkind to those who do not know,
You can run from the East to the setting sun but the devil is sure to follow
The sky was gold and violet, and the sun was veiled in red
When the bandelero band stopped the iron caravan
and held that pistol up to my head.
The train was filled with weathered faces, of pelts and furs of an Indian kind,
And there was no surprise in their tired eyes
When bandits came in with guns held high.
“Woa that’s a mighty fine coat boy! I think I’ll take it off your hands,
It’s just my size so keep your hands in the sky,
I think you’ll understand-”
“-that I’m gonna take your silver, but your body can keep your soul,
so don’t gimme no cheek or you’ll spring a leak
just where your eye’s supposed to go.”
Headed westward as a free man, I Got a job on the buffalo planes,
but as I counted my blessin’s lookin’ down that Smith & Weston
Somethin’ inside me changed.
Well you can have my silver, but this here coat belongs to me,
See I’m new to this land but you just help me understand
Just how it is I’m gonna earn my keep.
My Grandfather’s grandfather, well he dawned a three-piece suite
And he earned his bounty boardin’ trains in Lincoln County
with the iron that he took –
-From the first outlaw man that took silver from his hand,
Killin’ bandits as a Pinkerton.
There’s a place they call enchanted where the wild game roams, where the legends of El Dorado, and the Conquistadores call home.
The West is unkind to those who do not know you can run from the east to the setting sun but the devil is sure to follow
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9. |
Agave Adobe
05:28
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Agave, agave Adobe – Dulce, dulce case de sol.
Agave, agave Adobe – Dulce, dulce casa de mi amor.
Seeking shelter, seeking shade, I’m knockin’ on your door,
From the dust of the land is where it began,
The breath of life it was given unto the sand,
Forged in love it was done by the Craftsman’s hands.
Tested and withered with time, though it still stands.
‘Cause, forged in love it was done by the Craftsman’s hands.
Agave, agave Adobe – Dulce, dulce case de sol.
Agave, agave Adobe – Dulce, dulce casa de mi amor.
Seeking shelter, seeking shade, I’m knockin’ on your door,
In the desert alone I know I must find,
A reason to live, a reason to survive,
A reason to stay and a reason to leave,
But reason is void under this kind of heat.
In the east that sun it rises again,
But my thoughts are weary, yeah my head it spins.
Spinnin’ ‘round the thoughts that I used to have,
Spinnin’ ‘round the days that won’t come back.
And I’m bitter for the wind and I’m bitter for the pain,
Bitter for the rain that simply never came,
Bitter for the water that washed away my sin,
Bitter at myself ‘cause I still live in it.
But I - am seeking your direction,
‘Cause I- have lost touch with my affection,
And my – eyes have filled with sand,
And I need a guiding hand –
- To set me on my feet again.
To take me back where it all began,
To where you open up the door again to –...
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Gleewood Ruidoso, New Mexico
Gleewood is a musky Americana act based out of New Mexico that grooves through blues, folk, and rock 'n' roll, with lyrics that lend a story to folk and roots music enthusiasts with an energy that swells into guitar solos from the heart of the psychedelic 60s. ... more
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