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There's a Light (Green)
03:20
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There’s a light/a light that shines/through my window/in the mornin’ time. So, hey now baby/won’t you take my hand/won’t you lead me down/to your clover land. Oh don’t you know/don’t you know? Oh don’t you know/You gotta let it flow/Down through your soul/let the river flow/let the river flow/down through your soul. There’s a feelin’/yeah it’s in the air/when she comes/she takes you there. See the weather/all warm and fair/well it’s time for livin’/lettin’ down your hair. Oh don’t you know/don’t you know? Oh don’t you know/you gotta let it flow/down through your soul/let the river flow/let the river flow/ down through your soul. There’s a time/and there’s a place/I got the time/if you’ve got the space. So hey now baby/won’t you take my hand/won’t you lead me down/to your clover land. Oh don’t you know/don’t you know/don’t you know/you gotta let it…ohhh/flow down through your soul/let the river flow/let the river flow…ahhhh down/through your soul/let it flow.
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Spring Begins (Green)
03:36
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The flowers smile/the sun shines bright/the birds call/to let you know/hope lives still. Colors are pink/white, violet and green/daisy’s in yellow/and nature sings/redemption songs. Did you notice/notice at all? Did you know it’s/the time we fall/fall in love/all over again/all over again/Spring begins. The rain falls warm/the light peeks through/storm clouds part/with rainbow art/and a pot of gold. Did you notice/notice at all? Did you know it’s/the time we fall/fall in love/all over again/all over again/Spring begins. Did you notice/notice at all? Did you know it’s/the time we fall/fall in love/all over again/all over again/Spring begins/Spring begins.
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Nowhere Town (Green)
03:29
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Well, my job had me down/in a farmin’ town/seemed like nowhere to me. Got to wonderin’ about/how this town/ever came to be. Well, it seemed like a place/to settle down/and raise your family. Where the people grin/and they don’t pretend/and they say what the mean. Round here things are slow/when all you know is that fast city life. In a nowhere town/you know things close down/before the stars begin to shine. And they work when it’s light/and sleep when it’s night/get up early and they don’t complain. Where the people grin/and they don’t pretend/and they call you by your name. Well my days are full/and I get pulled/every which way but loose. Chasin’ the clock/never affordin’ to stop/to loosin’ the noose. But in this town/you can forget about time/and who’s better than who. Where the people grin/and they don’t pretend/and they’re mighty kind to you. Well, I got to dreamin’ about/getting’ out/tryin’ my luck/in a nowhere town. Findin’ a farm/with a big red barn/and livin’ off the land. Well, it seemed like a place/to settle down/and learn to breathe again. Where the people grin/and they don’t pretend/and they treat ya like one of them. Now whether it’s right/you know I just might/whether I can/I might have found/where I can grin/and not pretend/where I can grin without thinkin’…. Yeah, whether it’s right, you know I just might/whether I can, I might have found/if I could, you know I would/whether I will, I can still…dream/’bout livin’ down…in Nowhere Town/Nowhere Town/Nowhere Town/Nowhere Town…….living down, in Nowhere Town.
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All the houses with their little lots/dutifully designed like little farms/with a garage for a barn and a pickup truck. Tall fences, dogs and cats/flower bed and a garden patch/and a John Deere lawn and garden tractor for effect. It’s country in the city/all the lawns look so pretty/yellow, green, red, violet, and blue. Rememberin’ the olden days/when we reaped what the good earth gave/everybody now/ trying to get back to then…workin’ hard in the garden. Dirty hands and grass stained knees/recall the days when a country breeze let you know/sweat feels good. City souls long for soil/plant and harvest/and gladly toil/ with supplies, from home depot. It’s country in the city/all the lawns look so pretty/yellow, green, red, violet and blue/rememberin’ the olden days/when we reaped what the good Lord gave/everybody now, tryin’ to get back to then…workin’ hard in the garden. Yeah, it’s country in the city/all the lawns look so pretty/yellow, green, red, violet and blue. (re)memberin’ the olden days/when we reaped what the good earth gave/everybody now/tryin to get back to then…everybody now, everybody now…workin’ hard in the garden.
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Ky you’re on my mind/no finer place I’ll ever find/high on that red clay ridge/down to the fishin’ hole/Ky you’re on my mind. It was there I was born and raised/farmin’ the land, my daddy’s trade/and all those hired hands/they were my friends/time has long forgotten them. Ky you’re on my mind/no finer folk I’ll ever find/high on that red clay ridge/down to the fishin’ hole/Ky you’re on my mind. Another place, another time/in my momma’s arms, my grandaddy’s pride/down the Green River Valley/Across the Cumberland divide/Ky you’re on my mind. I squint to make out the faces and the places/Little Brush Creek/and that rock cliff cave/and the scatter-shot traces/of the way I remember it to be/Ky you’re on my mind. Ky you’re on my mind/no finer place I’ll ever find/high on that red clay ridge/down to the fishin’ hole/Ky you’re on my mind. You’re on my mind, you’re on my mind, you’re on my mind…you’re on my mind.
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Close to Home (Green)
02:52
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Paint a picture with words/write a song with a brush. Makin’ things, takin’ the time/call somewhere in all of mine. Close to home/Close to home. Raise that day in a getaway car/fast highway into a blindin’ star. All I left didn’t mean a lot then/fond farewells keep echoin’. Close to home/Close to home. And the ways they walk/the ways they talk. All of them, all/follow me on. As if I could have lost them/lost, who I am…a stones throw…thrown like a stone/found…close to home. Close to home/Close to home.
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Judd's Ephemera (Green)
04:18
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Well, he came in ’69, offered up a hand/stayed 10 years/workin’ for my dad. Plantin’ in the Spring/Harvest in the fall/milkin’ the cows/sloppin’ the hogs. He’s sittin’ on the porch/settin’ with the sun/little tenant house/next to the barn. Sweat soaked hat/grass stained boots/dirty over-alls, whiskey on the stoop. He’d say: “ya better watch your step boy, lessen you fall, straight into the gap of a poor man’s soul. A solitary…ah there ain’t much to say…’cept to mutter to yourself, and while the day…the day away. He’s peelin’ his banana/lightin’ up a smoke/Cincinnati Reds on his radio/sleepin’ when the darkness blankets the land/risin’ with the rooster/do it all again. He’d say: “ya better watch your step boy/lessen you fall/straight into the gap of a poor man’s soul. A solitary, ah there ain’t much to say/’cept to mutter to yourself/and while the day…the day away. Almost a decade to the day he came/he ‘bought the farm’ under a tin roof rain/a blip on a radar/nothin’ of note/an anonymous character/in a wordless book. Ahhh, ya better watch your step boy/lessen you fall/straight into the gap of a poor man’s soul. A solitary, now there ain’t much to say/ain’t much to say, hey…but while the day/while the day/while the day/the day away. While the day away….
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Red Farm (Green)
03:38
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Big red barns/field of corn/waitin’ on a harvest moon. Big red sun/sinkin’ under/those white tobacco blumes. D17/smell that gasoline/turnin’ that old feed mill. Little seeds/soon see’m breath/crackin’ up through the ground. Ride, ride, ride/I’ll take you on a ride/all around the old red farm. Down, down to the river/down home/all around the old red farm. Cattle call/my shepherd dog/roundin’ ‘em up through the field…. Cattle pin/load ‘em in the dairy barn/time to milk those cows now. Ride, ride, ride/I’ll take you on a ride/all around the old red farm. Down, down to the river/down home/all around the old red farm…the old red farm. Ride, ride, ride/I’ll take you on ride/I’ll show you where I was born. Down, down to the river/down home/all around the old red farm/all around the old red farm…the old red farm.
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Here comes the rain, just in time/here comes the rain. Here comes the rain, just in time/comin’ down on yours and mine. I ain’t to concerned/when the dry seasons come/she takes care of her own. I ain’t too concerned when the dry seasons come/ah, she comes when she comes. Mother nature knows…how she grows. Mother nature knows…ah, she knows. Here comes the sun/down through the rain. Here comes the sun on everything. Here comes the sun/down through the rain/painting a rainbow again. Mother nature knows, how she grows. Mother nature knows….
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Bucket of Frogs (Green)
03:53
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Way down in that river hollow/a long time ago. Sky blue Chevy Impala/fender fins and a radio. Sterling Malt liquor/in paper bag with a shaker of salt/way down in the hollow/a long time ago. It was the summer of 1972/in the haze of a haloed moon/a boy and a man/a shotgun and/a gig and a bucket full of frogs. That man was my cousin/and that boy, he was me. Moon shone on the water/but in that hollow it was hard to see. With liquor on his breath/he shot’m and he gigged’m in. And I held to that flashlight/steady as a leaf in the wind. It was the summer of 1972/in the haze of a haloed moon/a boy and a man/a shotgun and/a gig and a bucket full of frogs. Funny how you remember those things you feared the most/shotguns, God and gigs/and big ole bullfrogs. And when you hardly swim/you fear about slippin’ in/getting’ bit on the leg by a copperhead or a water-moccasin. It was the summer of 1972/in the haze of a haloed moon/a boy and a man/a shotgun and/a gig and a bucket full of frogs. It was my time froggin’/was my last time with him. Way down in that hollow/you know, I’ll never forget. That man who was my cousin/and that boy who was me/him froggin’ with a shotgun/and me shakin’ like a leaf. It was the summer of 1972/in the haze of a haloed moon/a boy and a man/a shotgun and/a gig and a bucket full of frogs…a boy and a man/a shotgun and/a gig and a bucket full of frogs.
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Tilted Wreck (Green)
03:40
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The river was high/and the river was fast/the water rushed by/as I sat. On that tilted old wreck/of my uncle’s dream/the cabin he built/on the river bank. And it flooded and crashed/against a big Oak tree/some years back/but it still remains…yeah it still remains/the remains/of my uncle’s dream yeah… And the floods have come/and the floods have gone/and that crooked old cabin/it still holds on. And there I sat/so proud to be/on that tilted old wreck/of my uncle’s dream…and it still remains/the remains of my uncle’s dream yeah…. And the river was high/and that river was fast/and the water rushed by/as I sat….
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Sunsets/too numerous/have long set/this setting scene. For many/many before me/and many/to come. And I see it now/as beautiful as anyone/has ever had/the pleasure to see. Blazing/it’s shine, shining/through Autumn’s first/turnin’ leaves. Oh the oblivion/of a gazillion sunsets/oh the feelin’/this one will last. Though it’s the same/the same as it ever was/this one I’ll soon/not forget. In pictures/stored in memory/this scene/I will enshrine. Recollected/for those days when/my sun/doesn’t shine. Oh the oblivion/of a gazillion sunsets/oh the feelin’/this one will last/though it’s the same/the same as it ever was/this one I’ll soon/not forget. Oh the oblivion/of a gazillion sunsets/oh the feelin/this one will last/though it’s the same/the same as it ever was/this one I’ll soon/I’ll soon/I’ll…not forget.
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Great Reunion (Green)
03:52
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I grew up on trios and quartets/like the Happy Goodmans and the Gospel Heirs/singing on TV every Sunday morning/before church, where grandpa led the choir. I grew up on gospel music/singing songs about the Lord/singin’ ‘bout that great reunion/far away/over on that blissful shore. Now they sang about that land over yonder/how Jesus died to get me there/save my soul before I lost it/meet up with my savior in the air. I grew up on Gospel music/singin’ songs about the Lord/singin’ ‘bout that great reunion/far away/over on that blissful shore. Now that I’m older/I fondly remember/those dear old saints/how they would sing…”when we all get to heaven…what a day of rejoicing that will be.” I grew up on gospel music/singin’ songs about the Lord/singin’ ‘bout that great reunion/far away/over on that blissful shore. And “I’ll meet you in the morning, I’ll meet you in the mornin’/just inside the eastern gates over there…I will meet you in the mornin’, I will meet you in the mornin’…just inside the eastern gates, over there…over…there.
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Oklahoma (Gold)
04:07
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This city’s slow/cattle drive rollin’ in/SUVs and tractor trailers/mini-vans. Cars crawl like parasites/on a planet grown too small/accidents and temperaments/eroding ozone. Tomorrow’s in the mail/with today’s counterfeit/no think tanks in these hotels/just corporate bullshit. Thinkin’ ‘bout the holidays/and why the hell are we still here/where tradition reigns/in our Midwestern malaise. Jaded and strained/brain drained/by the lure of normal/somewhere in Oklahoma. You don’t think it’s you/but you’re livin’ on a carousel/goin’ round and round/where your commentary never sells. Burnin’ all your books now/taking your paintings down/they don’t care what’s underneath/ahhhh, you’re in the shallows now. Jaded and strained/brain drained/by the lure of normal/somewhere in Oklahoma. Underneath those crashing syllables/every word you sing/it’s a razor’s edge to me/your truth rings.
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Well, you pass me by everyday/you look right past my face/so familiar, I’m commonplace/soon forgotten/soon replaced. I’m your table/I’m that chair/I’m those fancy shoes you used to wear/I’m the Maytag, the old Frigidaire/deemed obsolete now, beyond repair. And all things pass away/tomorrow’s things replace todays/and even you will not escape/the place for all things yesterday. Well I disappear/then I shine like the chrome/on that old Bellaire/your grand-dad used to own/on the retail rack, when you couldn’t ignore/in the back of your closet/you don’t wear me no more. And when my new smell has all worn off/I’ll be hidden away in a room of moth-balls/boxed and labeled, second-hand store/where one man’s junk is another one’s gold. Hey…all things pass away/tomorrow’s things replace todays/and even you will not escape/the place for all things/yesterday. And now I’m all weathered and worn/my colors are faded/my upholstery torn/on my way where old things go/buried In a landfill for all things gone. And the clock ticks faster for all things made/it’s first then it’s last, then it’s thrown away/present then past/and it will be/the next new thing fated for obscurity. Hey…all things pass away/tomorrow’s things replace todays/and even you will not escape/the place for all things/yesterday.
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On her banks/I close my eyes/flood of old faces/floating by/some here were baptized, for their sacred birth-rite/for that land, on the other side. There’s a sandbar/in the shallow water/broken arrowheads are sometimes found/where the Redman made his last stand/where the white man stole his home. Oh the sounds of this lazy river/Her currents whisper into these hills/Listen closely, you may hear the stories/of the old river over the hill. They put down their stakes here/in the foothills/of Appalachia/farmin’ these fields/they were our mothers, they were our fathers/by that river/that runs here still. Oh the sounds of this lazy river/Her currents whisper into these hills/Listen closely, you may hear the stories/of the old river over the hill.
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Ferris Wheel (Gold)
03:21
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Big Ferris Wheel at the county fair/all the happy sounds everywhere/magic horses/merry-go-round/feel it goin’ up and down. I still remember when we were kids/laugh and scream/tag you’re it/Weeping Willow, hide and seek/Grandma’s every Saturday. Oh how the time/Goes so fast/Tricklin’ down the hour glass/Once to be young/Now to be older/Once we were young/Now we know/The days are getting shorter/And the shadows are longer. Drivin’ that car/sweet sixteen/high school dance/homecoming queen/under the stars/your first kiss/her name, her name/you’ll never forget. Close our eyes/we’ll pretend/run and hide/I’ll count to ten/ready or not here I come/ready or not here it comes. Oh how the time/Goes so fast/Tricklin’ down the hour glass/Once to be young/Now to be older/Once we were young/Now we know/The days are getting shorter/And the shadows are longer. Oh how the time goes so fast. Oh how the time goes so fast.
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1976 (Gold)
04:29
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1976/Frampton on the radio/driver’s license/daddy’s car, on the country road. Gerald Ford was President/Watergate was finally spent/In the bi-centennial red/white and blue. And Vietnam was gone/but really it lingered on/in the adolescent dawn/of a post-war malaise. And that revival preacher said/oh people, God he ain’t dead/and we confessed our sins/for that land beyond the blue. We were sixteen years old/We didn’t know what was goin’ on/But we were likin’ girls/And the world behind a steering wheel. And we would drive around/cruisin’ the town/with our windows down/in 8 track stereo. And we would spot a girl/we hadn’t seen before/we would’ve circled the world/just to pass her again. We were sixteen years old/Oh we didn’t know what was goin’ on/but we were likin’ girls/likin’s girls….We were sixteen years old/oh we didn’t know/we didn’t know/we were likin’ girls/likin’ girls/likin’ girls/and the world/behind a steerin’ wheel. Do you feel? Did you feel…like we did.
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Like Don Quixote (Gold)
04:20
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There’s a glimmer/a shimmer/cuttin’ a figure like Don Quixote’/across the plains of some La Mancha/with a pen for a lance/carving such eloquence/in the battledress/of make-believe. And it’s in to the wide open/As far as the eye will see/Planted on a horse/Atop the magic mountain/Oh the fountain flows/eternally…like Don Quixote’. And the windmills sail/in the field of a knight’s honor/Goliaths in the path of a sling-shot dream/where the glitter on the winners/cast a pall on the losers/in the shadows a madman/reigns supreme. And it’s into the wide open/as far as the eye will see/planted on a horse/atop the magic mountain/oh the fountain flows eternally…like Don Quixote’. There’s a figure by the river/mounting Rocinante/Sancho and the don ride again/and though the end is closer/the old machine knows better/even broken clocks are right/twice a day. And it’s in to the wide open/As far as the eye will see/Planted on a horse/Atop the magic mountain/Oh the fountain flows…oh oh oh, eternally…like Don Quixote, like Don Quixote.
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Perfect Hotel (Gold)
05:04
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The cobblestones on the Rue Rodier/echo the tombs of yesterday/all the ghosts from the old country/sashay by and they dance for me. And I feel the wind whisper in my ear/across the Seine from Mont Mart I hear/the revolution and San Denis/Napoleon and Josephine. As the rains are falling down/On the streets of old Paris/And the laughter, and the screams/Of the forgotten centuries/Fill the halls of the Perfect Hotel. And the dancer lifts her skirts ‘neath the chandelier/as the patrons salute her and hoist their beer/all for all, arm in arm they sing/for life, for love, for liberty. As the rains are falling down/On the streets of old Paris/And the laughter, and the screams/Of the forgotten centuries/Fill the halls of my Perfect Hotel. Se ci Serra, Serra, Serra/Se ci Serra, Serra, Serra/Mon Amie, Mon Amie, Mon Amor/Mon Amie, Mon Amor/la la la la/la la la/la la la/la la la la/la la la/la la (etc). And the rains are falling down/On the streets of old Paris/And the laughter and the screams/Of the forgotten centuries/Fill the halls of my Perfect Hotel.
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Old Mexico (Gold)
02:53
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There’s a town/there’s a town/down in old Mexico/and it is bound by the banks/where the Rio Grande flows. And there’s a moon, a brighter moon/brighter than you’ll ever see/shinin’ down on the town/where my senorita sleeps. And soon I will go/I will go/back to old Mexico/across the land, to the town/where my soul belongs. And she’ll be there/she’ll be fair/fairest maiden you’ll ever see/and I swear that is where/someday soon I will be. And we’ll dance/And we’ll dance/On the banks of the Rio Grande/To the sounds of the town/And the Mariachi band/And she’ll be there/she’ll be fair/fairest maiden you’ll ever see/and I swear/that is where/someday soon I will be. So now I toil in the soil/for every penny I can save/for the day I make my way/where my true love awaits. And when I arrive to see her eyes/smell her skin oh so sweet/she will sigh and I’ll smile/and my journey will be complete. And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance/On the banks of the Rio Grande/To the sounds of the town/And the Mariachi band/And she’ll be there, she’ll be fair/Fairest maiden you’ll ever see/And I swear that is where/someday soon I will be/And I swear that is where, I shall forever be.
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Little Bird (Gold)
03:26
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I heard a little bird/chirpin’ out my window/singin’ its song/like I was supposed to hear. Ahhhhh ain’t absurd/how we all rush around/if we stop and listen now/there’s a song we all should hear. Yodle diddle dee/Yodle diddle doo…. I’m just like that little bird/chirpin’ out your window/singin’ my song/Ahhhh, like you’s supposed to hear. Yodle diddle dee/Yodle diddle doo….
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Someday’s too far away/that might be too late/somewhere over there/baby I can’t wait…To make a little music/do a little dance/you and me. Make a little music/I sure could use/a little bit a harmony/Baby right here with me. Why not now/here today/it won’t cost a thing/got a little time/got a little rhyme/got a little melody…Make a little music/do a little dance/you and me. Make a little music/I sure could use/a little bit a harmony/Baby right here with me. Why not here/where we are/let’s pick’m and lay’m down/do a little tune/shoot the moon/right here from the ground…And make a little music/do a little dance/you and me. Make a little music/I sure could use/a little bit a harmony….Make a little music/do a little dance/Make a little love/take a little chance…Make a little music/Do a little Dance/Make a little music…alright let’s go…
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24. |
Eureka Moon (Gold)
02:40
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Moon, moon, moon/climbing o’er the rise/peeking through the feathered plumes/purpling the sky. Shine, shine, shining all/all its light around/shadow hands on the wall/faces in the clouds. Moon, moon, moon…shine your light/shine your light. Moon, moon, moon/Dance tonight. High above the old town/atop the old hotel/see the church on the hill/hear those ringing bells. Moon, moon, moon/shine your light/shine your light. Moon, moon, moon/Dance tonight. Peeking through the feathered plumes/purpling the sky/painting me, painting you/pictures in the night. Moon, moon, moon/shine your light/moon, moon…. Moon…Eureka Moon.
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25. |
Slow Love (Gold)
03:08
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It’s a different kind of love/One you never dreamed of/Slowin’ down just enough/to find your fortune…in her. Sometimes attraction comes fast/though it never seems to last/all those ones in your past/fading memories…at last. You found your lover and your friend/Or maybe she found you in the end/Face like an angel/She brought a different/ohhh a different/kind of love. Ain’t no push/ain’t no pull/she disarms you with her soul/though your recognition came slow/it’s getting clearer/as you…go. The surer, truer it seems to be/the longer, stronger you believe/like aging wine over time/it’s gettin’ sweeter, as the days…go by. You found your lover and your friend/or maybe she found you/in the end. Face like an angel/Face like an angel/She brought a different/ahhhhh a different/Kind of love.
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Brightest Star (Gold)
03:15
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I love you more than when we started/I thank the Lord, we got it, right. And you’re just as lovely/As you were/That day I first/Saw…your pretty face. I still remember that summer we met/That September, when we took our first trip. And your just as lovely/As you were/That day I first/Saw…your pretty face. Love I doubted/but you made me believe/Not in my wildest, wildest dreams/Could someone so Won-der-ful as you are/be there for me/shining/like the Brightest Star.
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Forrest Whitlow Kansas City, Missouri
“David Lynch meets Neil Young” says KJHK disc jockey Barry Lee, describing Forrest Whitlow’s music. “Forrest writes and sings from the heart and it comes through in his performances.” This mix of familiar and eclectic musical elements informs and drives the music of Forrest Whitlow. ... more
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