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Blue Collar
04:42
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once upon a time I was the backhoe – for anyone who's been down a hole of their own making -- especially when you're making it for someone else
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Buried a body just today the bitch of it is it was my own
head to toe in worm and ashen-ed earth and dust in every bone
and when I breathed my lungs with mud are filled until they're full
while chewing grit and hardened clay until my teeth are dull
sweat became as tears washing mother earth from my face
leaving a war painted child of pain frozen in my place
and sitting in my dusty tomb a mirror shows the way
as hair that once was black as jet slowly fades to grey
CHORUS
I'm blue collar mean
each shovel full another year
I got them blue collar fears
the marrow gone as muscles scream
I got them blue collar dreams
the hole below soul above
I got them blue collar loves
I'm blue collar mean
Sitting on my precipice arm propped on my wooden staff
a warrior king with stony face forgetting how to laugh
all my wounds and scars are hidden neath the grit and grime
but you'll see them in my knowing eyes
because I don't forget what's mine
and any skin that can be see is red from sun's embrace
hopeful as each bead of sweat cools the path they trace
CHORUS
handfuls of dirt pull me up a dead man rising from his grave
I drop my wood and steel like the shackles of a slave
hold my head high and proud with each slow motion stride
as a cloud of smokey dust dances by my side
billowing like a brimstone trail my soul finds its way back home
and blood finds it's way back thru my veins 'cause my heart was never stone
two thoughts crack my earthen skin my future and my love
as a smile slowly shapes my face and helps me rise above
CHORUS
I got blue collar fears
I got blue collar means
I got blue collar loves
I'm blue collar mean
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2. |
Looking For a Spark
02:50
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words are drugs
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found 'em
so here's the keys but lost the locks
like broken words and missing socks
not as great as I remember
from before's white flag surrender
I'll be discreet my brother
just looking for a spark
eons gone like counting seconds better
watching pots and burning letters
cutting wrong wires so I can feel free
from the thresher and the pressure
my reflections lay on me
I'll be discreet my mother
just listen to my heart
combine unwind
chop 'em up I'm fine
inhale again where breathing is a sin
following the trail just another white line
I'll be discreet my lover
just looking for a spark
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3. |
Rising Tide
02:40
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the rich use "the rising tide" as an aphorism for the economy... but I ain't singing about finances -- pardon some preaching -- 10 ways to say -- I shouldn't be selfish – got it...
and then what...??
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be selfless times the infinite
love like there's no you
lift all ships with every tear and bead of sweat
fill all sails with every breath
no book needed no fairytale no parable
no notes need taken no lecture no lies
be kind unwind
unburden you divine
thou shall love
be the rising tide
REPEAT
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4. |
But These Days
02:56
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far from these steps this home
an open road an open road
takes two lefts and then breaks for the highway
of the unknown
chorus
but these days days here don't get much longer
the road doesn't get much further from here
what are we waiting for
fear to erode
waiting for the car to start the backdoor to unlock
waiting for the laundry the hair to grow
waiting for the battery in the clock to die
for it to melt if there was snow
chorus
there are times apprehension is stronger
the basis to come inside at night?
fear comfort some small hope for tomorrow
because when my time runs out i'll have none to borrow
chorus
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5. |
Running Parallel
04:24
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a revolving range creeps in and out
of darkness of lightness
of what I hear upstairs
that unexpeted re-turn of the likeness
someone as bold and as unaware
who wants the whole cake
at least the corner slice
Pre-chorus
this being alone is an easy price
CHORUS
running parallel oh so quiet
running parallel oh so blind
running parallel oh so rare
phantom memories cannot match
exactly the voice or nearly the mind
whoever's it is I've been forced to catch
them everyday watch them in every way
see one of them as me
and sure that love is nice
I might even say it twice...
Pre-chorus
CHORUS
and close my eyes once more to see
how close I was to the bottom
the bottom oh so clear
see the other one that I was near
I close my door quick and I lock it twice
Pre-chorus
CHORUS
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6. |
She
03:23
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tell her she's purdy - - the girl -- the woman -- the witch -- the sailors fate -- the feminine -- the divine -- and everything between
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she got them barefoot cares
she got them silver strands and flower up in her hair
she wild she free
she wild she free
chorus
like she dipped in love and sunshine
just for me
she my
dirty
hippy
candy sweet
she be siren she be nymph she be mermaid
she be the lady of the lake
she that summer goddess gracing the breeze
with joy with love with ease
with joy with love with ease
chorus
all my hopes at her altar only want to please
she be beckoning me
she with her trigger finger on the air
she with her trigger finger on my heart
she with her trigger finger on the air
water's fine
she be beckoning begging me on
water's find baby
chorus
hazel eyes cutting deep
tangled locks to trap and keep
like hearts and minds twisting together willow willingly
like hearts and minds twisting together willow willingly
chorus
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7. |
Remaining Strange
04:55
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Good evening. My name is Esther Abernathy – but everyone has always called me Ruthie. Mama said it was 'cause I'm ruthless – hear her tell it she's pregnant with sextuplets – apparently my siblings and I entered into a highlander style – "there can be only one" tournament style death match... and bing - - here's me little ol' Ruthless Ruthie. I'm 87 years young - - they tell me... they also tell me it's Alzheimer's AND dementia – and just hallucinations Ruthie! Some folks call these years the twilight years – I've taken to calling 'em – the remaining strange. I wrote a song about it – like to hear it? Here it goes!
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vampire reflections can't look me in the eye
and in pain after pane silent screams pass me by
blindly waiting at your trough
once a glutton for your lies
blindly waiting at your trough
guess who found their ** eyes
wanting a voice to embrace me remind me
ground me grace me someone anyone who tells me
come – on – said com on home
acting the ghost - were you there - did you ever care baby
something
something about
something about a back seat lover
I slowed down
I go old
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8. |
Otherside
04:03
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a cover - - with some lyrical changes
He was my friend – we sang together -- one of the songs we sang...
Memorial Tribute for Travis Ashworth
08/10/2019
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Chorus
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side
I don't - I don't believe it's bad
SOME OF THE BEST TIMES I'VE EVER HAD
Heard your voice through a photograph
Thought it up and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
YOU had to take it on the otherside
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
YOU had to take it on the otherside
Pre-chorus
take it on the otherside
take it on - - - take it on
Chorus
Poured our LIVES INTO THOSE SOLO CUPS
The ashtray full and WE'RE spilling our guts
I wanna know WAS HE still a slut
YOU had to take it on the otherside
A scarlet starlet 'BOUT TO TAKE THE STAGE
MAKING ART IS HOW WE MADE OUR WAGE
YOU PUSH THE DIMMERS AND I'LL PULL THE MAINS
YOU gotta take it on the otherside
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Improv out
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Huckleberry Pulpo Prosser, Washington
I'm a busker - rudimentary acoustic meets caterwauling vocals - unabashed - untrained - toiling at writing songs - just tryna be me. Aspirations? Maybe share something that resonates with someone -- maybe you.
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