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Smoke Stack
03:53
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Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Cuts through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
All these pulp mill towns,
Aren't for mine
Smoke stack smoke stack,
My wheels were on track,
But like a long and slow rewind,
To where I've been,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
How you're quiet in the night,
And in the morning
Well you're a lion in the morning when you come,
And I hoped that I could feel that,
'Cause here I'm dying more each morning growing numb,
But alongways down the road to where it rises,
They're all lions there,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Back through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Getting wider as it rises,
To get back winding through the trees,
To get back, smaller by degrees.
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2. |
Remembering the Stars
03:34
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The night falls,
I'm walking under stars at night
The blinds are drawn,
And lights pause reminded by the stars at night,
Of how they fall,
And that light don't shine so bright anymore,
But I saw it shine,
And that light don't shine on me anymore,
That light don't shine,
The night falls,
I'm walking under stars at night,
I'm getting old,
To breathe that blue,
Dreaming under stars at night
Yeah I've seen it all,
How night falls,
And how lovers on the grass at night,
They love the draw,
When night calls them,
Hanging on as moths to lights,
And when they fall,
Hang it all...
And that light don't shine so bright anymore,
But I saw it shine,
And that light don't shine on me anymore,
That light don't shine.
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3. |
The Heartwood
02:58
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I've no skill with a brush,
But maybe words can conjour a scene,
There were clouds made of white,
Overtop of a grass made of green,
And the wide of the sky,
Dragged a weight across my eyes,
Blurred the edges,
Poked holes in the screen,
And the white and the green dissolved,
In a sort of a dream:
There were millions of cars,
Stalled out in the rain,
Faces blank and they cannot explain,
What they're doing,
And where they're going in the night,
Now they're on the TV,
Calling on your phone,
Lock the kids up,
Won't leave you alone,
Till the heartwood's rotted through,
There were millions of cars,
Stalled out in the rain,
Where they're going they cannot explain,
Staring out in the great black hole of the night,
And a millions of motors screamed out to be quiet.
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4. |
At Home on the Sea
04:32
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The wind knocked me down, well it blew me right over,
I said to myself, when I'm older,
I'll lie, alone in the night,
And dream of a land where I'm king, and my soldiers,
The cares that they bring, no more broad than my shoulders,
And light, as small things are light,
Small and vast I'm on an island,
Small and fast upon the sea,
Small and vast I'm on an island,
A boat at home on the sea,
The wind knocked me down, well it blew me right over,
I said to myself, when I'm older,
I'll lie, alone in the night,
And dream a more grand rambling dream,
Where the load of the world is a boat, and I am the rower,
And time's a shore left behind,
Small and vast I'm on an island,
Small and fast upon the sea,
Small and vast I'm on an island,
A boat at home on the sea,
And oh I'm not drifting away...
The wind knocked me down, well it blew me right over,
I said to myself, when I'm older,
I'll lie, at home in the night.
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5. |
Eyes
03:27
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The long blonde hair it dropped,
The son of a bitch has got those eyes,
Outside the air is hot,
There's birds in the barn roof and they go la la la...
A patchwork quilt arranged,
A crib where a babe escapes a cry,
The frosted window-pane,
Reflects the sins of the father in those eyes,
And those eyes,
Watch the snow fall on the ground.
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6. |
First Snow
03:46
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City streets a swarm of bees,
The sea of orange,
Rounds the corners of the deepening,
Veiling of the sky,
In the height that spans the grid,
A lone explore roving out into the night,
Blows and blows into the night,
And goes on and out into the night,
And out across the hills and streams,
And lakes that swell in autumn’s steam,
And out into the night,
And down amidst the slumbering trees,
That tower and brood aloft in dreams,
Of green and loving light,
And out across the barren fields,
A white wall now that fumes and reels,
The wild forming now upon the wind,
A robe of white and blinding skin,
The white goes on and out into the night,
And goes on and on into the night,
And blows and blows into the night,
And fades to corners of the night.
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7. |
The Dance
03:53
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When I danced for your father he wore a coat made of gray,
I danced with his arm in my arm,
And my arm led him harmless away,
And I danced for your mother I left her cold in her grave,
I've danced for your people for an age,
And I've danced for an age,
Now I have been blind, I have left out my clothes in the rain,
And the rain it comes down in buckets and lines,
Put your arm in my arm,
Oh I come in the night,
And we meet in the corners you keep out of sight,
I have come back for you in the night,
We were born with the seeds and the seeds...
When I danced for your father he'd come along if I'd say,
I'd leave him his works, but my words like all words,
When they come they go away, gone away.
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8. |
By The Trees
03:56
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Two lone men,
Standing on a road,
A line that's cut out of the wild,
One turns in, throwing down his load,
Said I've been wondering for miles,
Why was I dealing out my time?
2AC rumbles as it goes,
Red and clay and dust for miles,
Sunflower stalks bending in their rows,
Rise in cool hours of the night,
But I am waiting for a child,
Her eyes are blue and wild,
And miles and miles...
I heard quaking in the trees,
And I awoke,
Like I'd been shaken from a dream,
And I heard wispering on the leaves,
And roots that wrote,
The words we hid away like thieves,
And the trees, they yawned and woke,
And I'd been walking in a dream,
The trees, the words they spoke,
Were lines they'd stolen from a dream,
And now we rise.
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9. |
The North Wind
04:16
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Daddy got stung and he bent to the suffering
Soul whose hours are bled,
Old pine lent and swayed
In the shuddering breezes over our heads,
Daddy lay down and slept in his shivering arms,
Round a life that he once led,
Holding tight the seeds he'd been gathering,
Wind blowin' high in the moonlight coming down,
Where did they go?
Daddy got up and he cried in the morning,
Son rise up at peace with the dead,
Old man long the weight of his shoulders,
Weight gone in the frozen earth kept,
Daddy went down and drank from the river,
Bends on by the light of the morning,
Nothing for long howl of wind in the cedar tops,
Onward the gathering north wind blows away,
Nothing to say,
And the leaves keep falling down.
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10. |
Porcupines & Marmalade
01:17
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11. |
You
03:17
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Eyes that don't speak,
Lips that don't try,
There were hills there was sky,
Hands that don't take,
Arms that don't reach out attempting to fly,
I don't know why,
There were clouds in the sky,
Lips that can't see,
Eye that won't lie,
There was you in my mind,
Arms that don't reach,
Hands that don't meet,
There was you, there was I,
Waiting for time,
To cut holes in the wire-mesh mould,
And the hold of our lives
And you tell me,
That you've got a paper cup,
I had a forest
I've got a paper cup,
You had a forest,
You’ve got a paper cup,
I cut the forest down.
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Friend of all the World Montréal, Québec
Indie folk-rock five-piece Friend of All the World formed around a Craigslist classified posted by singer-songwriter Robert Cole in 2010. The improbable ensemble has since been cultivating their signature eclectic sound, which has taken a raw and vital turn in their latest and third album called “Rue-St-Louis”. ... more
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