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Brothers
02:28
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One was tame, one was wild
Brothers Cain and Abel style
But I was unable, I wasn't Abel
And I sure as hell weren't Cain
Look so different in that picture
One is truth, one is fiction
Versions of each other, or
Versions of the truth
* Find yourself in the eyes of your brother
Find your face in the kind of another
(Look so different in that picture
One is truth, one is fiction)
One was tame, the other wild
Brothers Cain and Able style
But I wasn't Able and I wasn't Cain
Or my brother under a different name
One lived east, one lived west
Tattoos covered the others' chest
And one was drunk, the other stoned
But neither was himself anymore
*
(One lived east, one lived west
Tattoos covered the others' chest)
And one lived in peace, one lived in war
Neither knew what the hell the other did the other for
Different times, different conclusions
Different lives, different solutions
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2. |
The Lonesome North
03:37
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The North is lonely
Like a left behind lover
I left her for another
To move somewhere warmer
The North is lonely
It lives far from it's neighbors
They moved far away
The North is lovely
When given some lovin'
If love never leaves you
You know you'll never leave it
The North is lovely
But it's time for leavin'
Yeah it's leavin' season
My love is lonely
I left her in the winter
She froze hard and bitter
I hardly do miss her
The North was cruel to her
But I was far crueler
She's sad I ever knew her
And know she walks alone
No place to call her home
My life is lonely
For I live with noone
And I come from nowhere
Yeah I came for nothing
I'm lonelier than her
She will find someone better
Unless I go get her
'Cause now I walk alone
No place to call my home
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3. |
New American Royalty
03:28
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New American Royalty
Poor as far as the eye can see
Living as a refugee
Native-born and clandestine
Old American Royalty
Born and bred in a major key
Dissonance is unbecoming
And the dissidents are coming for me
New American Royalty
Has no skills except for spending
Get a job to pay for things
No money left for eating
Old American Royalty
Has no skills except for spending
Went and bought up all the things
Nothing left for the new royalty
Old American Royalty
Made me wanna be royal too
Living as if I am king
Native-born, entitled to a way of life
I cannot afford
(Well neither can you)
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Well I'd almost forgotten, but I'm not ready to forgive
That all these people that you step on are just trying to live
Well you take everything, you take and you take
You can take all that I own, I'm not ready to break
'Cause you'd thought I'd forgotten, and I'm not even ready to forgive
Yeah we may not be kings but let's live like we think they should live
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4. |
Seasons
01:22
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Fall out of bed
Fall is here
The fall of the dead
Comes in Fall of this year
You fade too fast
Falter in fear
Fold up in a ball
When Fall is here
Gather some leaves
Left in the snow
You let ‘em get cold and wet
‘Fore you could ever know
Know what to write on them
Wind carries your words
Down to the spring
Of when you could be heard
The sun and the scent
Of something sprung of the sense
Of the song you sung
While summer came and went
White wind in the words
Chilled and calmed your bones
Born in the Fall
You finally found your home
(Hung up on the word you finally found your home)
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5. |
The Trickster Stomp
03:44
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Sister Crow taught me this song
Before her voice is dead and gone
I asked her to sing just one more song
The one she chose was twenty miles long
(and it went)
Hoja (Joseph) sang this song last night
Had a horse for sale seems fine
A dollar for the horse he cried
Then fifty for the stick to drive
(And I said)
Brother coyot' sang this song
I swear he was a mile long
Sent it swimming out to shore
He lost most of it in a war
Now he holds his love so close
(Holds her every single night, singing)
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6. |
Devil
06:44
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I am caught tumbling earthwards, I am falling from the sky
I landed on the sidewalk, caught a leaf in my eye
Pick myself up, keep on moving, gotta walk on down the line
I'm going to meet the Devil on a clear autumn night
Got the rush of adventure, a hint of fear of hell
I'm like the Goodman Brown, I'm under the Devil's spell
The one I whisper to myself alone under lamplight
Says I'm gonna meet the Devil on a night like tonight
Got no heaven above me, got no faith down below
Got no world around me, even doubt I got a soul
I just know I've got a body and it's walkin' down the line
It's going to meet the Devil on a clear autumn night
When I sing I look skywards like the answer's up there
I don't believe it is although it could be in the air
Like a leaf tumbling earthward from dead branches in the sky
Reaching down to grab me and carry me to the Devil tonight
Got the rush of adventure, a hint of fear of hell
I'm like the Goodman Brown, I'm under the Devil's spell
But if I cannot make it, if the walk proves too far
I'll conjure up the image of a demon with my guitar
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Peter House Rochester, New York
From the Southern Tier to the North Country, Peter House sings about traveling, community, philosophers in fistfights and Pennsylvania, and calls it all "country songs" even though most of them are only vaguely of that genre. Now living in Rochester, NY. ... more
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