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Banjo Pickin Man
02:13
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I was born with a five string
fingerpicks already on my hand
you can hear my daddy tell my mama
I was born a banjo picking man
lord lord I was born a banjo picking man
Found me a guitar
mandolin come to join the band
when I play the high lonesome music
Said
I was born a banjo picking man
lord lord I was born a banjo picking man
Till I die I'll play that banjo
anytime and any place I can
you'll know I'm dead when I stop playing
I was born a banjo picking man
lord lord I was born a banjo picking man
And if you've got that feeling
a burning humger you can't understand
go tell your daddy
go tall you mamma
I was born a banjo picking man lord lord
I was born a banjo picking man
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Here it is:
http://www.myspace.com/thesparrowsmakemusic
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Stay
03:55
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I dreamt your eyelashes kissed my shoulder blade
On the tip that points out when beside you I lay
In this little cold bed with the ironwork frame
But I can't convince you to stay
Though I only just met you through a white window pane
Shrouded in blinking meadows, on a feather you came
'Cross the bridge to my door, well, they're one and the same
But I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay
I can't convince you to stay
I'm just trying to go uptown, I'm just trying to go up
Draw a tree branch in ashes, raise your thin silver cup
To the open-door guest who'll embrace at the cuff
But I can't convince you to stay
Now it's blocks of my weekdays that expand while you're off
Give a pinch to my side-arm and say, 'kid toughen up'
But I can't give or take when I've had much too much
And I can't convince you to stay
You say, 'I don't want nothin' but delight on my tongue
And really want is the difference between a couple bread crumbs?'
Well, I'd follow your pattern, skipping stones you have flung,
But I can't convince you to stay
Finally crystal clear dew drops ring with harmonies sung
By a chorus of cheepers tremblin' like they were rung
And the spiderweb tarot off the window pane hung
Baby I can't convince you to stay
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Brave
04:14
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Can you take tomorrow off
I want to see the countryside
I want to feel the breeze
I haven't got the time
I haven't got the time
I haven't got the energy
Lets go some other time
and oh,
I wish you had told me
Your love for this had faded
Shrugging your shoulders saying I was waiting
I wish you had told me now I'm looking back again.
Now I'm looking back again.
Can you take to my mistakes
And like me anyway?
I want to feel contained
I want to see the country
To sit and look inside you
Or just to sit beside you
To read my lovers thoughts
Or love what I've been thinking
I want you to feel brave
I want you to feel brave
I want you to feel brave
I want you to feel so brave
I wish you had told me
Your love for this had faded
Shrugging your shoulders saying I was waiting
I wish you had told me now I'm looking back again.
Now I'm looking back again.
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5. |
Dance With The Devil
04:17
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So what's it gonna be
You take the holy high road or you come along with me
I'll show you what it's like to live - with all the chances that I'll give
We won't get lost amongst the crowd
People will turn their heads and howl
Just take a look at you
You're dreaming of a life out on the road with me
We'll swing in style all the miles - we'll get drunk until we die
And as we lay down to retire
We'll ignite the bed on fire
So listen to my call
As hushed as the old night owl, I'm calling out to you
Can't you hear me singing loud - we could be dancing on a cloud
You've only got one life to live
So give it to me
It's like your old man said,
"You'll never be the best child...you'll never set the world ablaze"
Unless you have my ways - we could be sitting by the bay
Or if you'd rather we could fly
Down to Mexico or Hawaii
There is no choice at all
Can there be a better life than what I'm telling you
We'll stroll down the streets of France - we'll have a coast to coast romance
So just give me your hand
And next to me you'll stand
We're going on our way
Say goodbye to the mundane, from now on we'll fly high
Straight until the day we die - but in death you'll still be mine
You've only got one life to live
So give it to me
And in the morning hour we'll fall from the night we had before
And by the seaside you will think this cannot be real
But let me tell you girl, nothing's real in this world
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Shadow Puppets
04:01
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Take a sip from your chaliced chest
And I bow my head to you
'Cause kicking myself would be a waste of bruises
And you won't allow the black and blue
I know it will get easier with time
Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine
Even though I am across the ocean
Looking out a sunflower view
Remember that time I came all the way out to Hoboken
To prove my devotion to you
I'll make a shadow puppet on the moon
So you can see it, too
We planted peaches in the sidewalk cement
Be careful, the dawn is coming soon
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Running Lights
02:07
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A Harbor A Sailor
03:57
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For faithful fair weather
Come cary us homeward
For nights in the taverns and days in the glen
The salt breeze cuts through me
She whistles my sordid companion
She whispers come carry me home
Pour a drink for a harbor a drink for a sailor
Whose body's now drift in the break and the brine
If we'll all be forgotten lets drink ourselves to it
pour a drink for the dust and the dirt
and sing with me.
Some love their women,
And some love their children
And sometimes we're loveless so we carry a tune.
And though we may bicker at times you'll agree that
We both love a warm meal and a dry pair of shoes.
Time wearies an old man and she flirts with a young man
But she waits for no man so I'll drink to that too
I once had a true love who's now nary with me
And now just a story I'll carry
So sing with me.
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Letters And Postcards
02:54
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Took a trip in your boatsong upstate
Unknowingly smitten, it's a shame it was fate
Sadly you didn't know exactly what was at stake
So this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
I wrote you letters and postcards in the old-fashioned way
But with an address left blank there wasn't much I could say
And though I tried and I sang to convince you to stay
Still this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
And though we were silent, at times it was sweet
But skin-to-skin is how I long to greet
Now the struggle is over so I doubt we'll re-meet
And this morning I'm alone once again
Oh, you gave me no warning
Though you may have tried
So this morning I'm alone once again
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Our Counting Sheep
03:52
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Leave me calm beneath the soil
Frozen wrapped in every trees toes curled under,
Or light like smoke cold-ember grey
Dissolved to travel careless lost forever.
To wait to time to start again
Forgotten in the earths eternal slumber.
A story told beneath the trees
Pronounced in ever rattle, creak, and murmur.
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Christmas Eve
06:59
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In the apple orchard, do you remember?
We were both so young
The fruit on the trees, the scent in the air, the taste on my tongue
The tops of the trees were well out of reach, so we grabbed from the bottom
Dirt under our nails, sewn into our clothes
As it started to go wrong
Come in close, keep me warm
The frost is setting, we are waiting for the storm
The memory of a summer breeze
Think of home
Keep me warm through the storm
In your hospital room we read through our books
Straight through the endings
A childhood game of swords and airplanes, our fortress defending
Your room was so cold with everyone gone, but the sounds were screaming
Awake through the night and we pace through the day
Though we know it's for nothing
Come in close, keep me warm
The frost is setting, we are waiting for the storm
The memory of a summer breeze
Think of home
Keep me warm through the storm
Christmas Eve
The lights fill the tree but your bed is empty
You're fast asleep attached to machines that keep you breathing
If you're coming home I'll wait by the phone
I'll wait till the morning
And with the rising sun if you have not come I'll start my own mourning
Come in close, keep me warm
The frost is setting, we are waiting for the storm
The memory of a summer breeze
Think of home
Keep me warm through the storm
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13. |
A Book Till Morning
01:32
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14. |
Murmur
03:56
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The Sparrows Red Hook, New York
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