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The Idealist
03:45
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when i was young, i packed my suitcase
and i set out for west virginia
for i'd heard the hills, they had gold a'flowin
and the valleys, they were filled with grain
but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in
maybe it was west a'callin
for east yields no gold, nor grain
so pickup my battered luggage
and fortune, i'll find you in oregon
but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in
it seems riches ain't com in'
and dreams are all left to my name
but faith, there may yet be some silver
falling in the southern rain
but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in
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oh no, my love has gone
away again to sing her siren song
and i'm left pluckin' the echoes out the air
hoping i'm the lone wolf who's followed her there
so come on, darlin' please
come on home, darlin' please
come over darlin', please
this winter has brittled my bones
i'm a racked out man with a ripped out soul
and lord, it's shelter i'm crawling toward
be it a fire, or a falling sword
so come on, darlin' please
come on home, darlin' please
come over darlin', please
so slow up, darlin', won't you hear my pleas
cuz these blues, oh lord, they're killing me
this long road has whittled me down
from my ivory pole to the muddy ground
and i will bury my face in shame
if you leave me for another town again
so come on, darlin' please
come on home, darlin' please
come over darlin', please
so slow up, darlin', won't you hear my pleas
cuz these blues, oh lord, they're killing me
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lady, oh my dear sweetheart
don't mind all my missing parts
even with no blood, nor heart
don't mean i'm a worthless start
sweetpea, are you leaving me?
please don't hold against me these
weak tongue and a'bending knees
all i aim to do is please
i'm a hopeless man
i'm a hopeless man
oh no, here we go again
gone back on my word and then
played dumb, oh i'm a shameless man
don't leave me little punkin
draw out all my damning faults
can't chase away her damned doubts
and all i have left to give are shouts
don't look like the girl goin' stick it out
i'm a hopeless man
i'm a hopeless man
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4. |
Above, Above
04:37
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bring me forth from this here land
who's sunk it's teeth deep in my hands
i'm tagged and numbered and bound to clay
here i'm coming, lord
my pride has crumbled down again
and i've sold my strength for fear, my friend
my feet have crippled and my legs won't mend
here i'm coming, lord
a dead man's plea, a dead man's plea
will the gates remain for me?
or will rivers rush over me?
well i've seen that judgment day has come
so unsheathe thy sword and swiftly, son
with peace a'coming, the strain is done
here i'm coming, lord
entombed, embalmed, and cradled fine
i'm waiting for my maker's time
oh hear me father, i'm in line
here i'm coming, lord
a dead man's plea, a dead man's plea
will the gates remain for me?
or will rivers rush over me?
dig down deep, lay wooden sin
and sprout great wings from neath my skin
i know there's freedom around the bend
here i'm coming, lord
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Resilience
02:58
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do you hear them a'comin?
their voice on the wind
they've locked eyes upon me
look there, it's my kin
oh bring me some shelter
a cloak, lord, will do
for the skies they have opened
and i'm seen in the moon
hold on, hold on, hold on, my boy
the many, they have grabbed me
and shook out my green
then, hell, what the use is
if money ain't the thing?
did you give me the ruler
to smack off my sin?
my color ain't turning
my skin ain't so thin
hold on, hold on, hold on, my boy
if you leave me asunder
and take away my pride
this ditch that i'm digging
i'll make double-wide
so come on deliverance
come on with crew
i'm sitting on aces
and i'm gunning for you
hold on, hold on, hold on, my boy
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The Sun And The Moon
02:49
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you grew up faster than you should've
and i grew up slower than i meant to
and where we meet, the road's uneven
but i've come this far down the lines
you're a sweet rain on my tin roof, baking
and i'm a wildfire in your tennessee
the space you fill is dark and frightening
you're a warm woman i'm holding onto
and you worry something awful that i'm careless
and i'm scared to death i'll die unknown
you're a sweet rain on my tin roof, baking
and i'm a wildfire in your tennessee
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The Carpenter
03:31
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grow by the scale that your own
brother said was worn
and take tools in hand and pray
you may build your own
for when brothers come
oh, they'll come high upon their whores
but if feet do set in clay
you may hold your own
for yours, hide away, boy
what's yours, keep it yours
for crows they will fly every night
while you're growing old
if you don't hear their cry, know
they're peering in your window
so keep ear to ground
and your thoughts buried down a hole
and when it's time, oh it's time
to cover o'er with soil
for yours, hide away, boy
what's yours, keep it yours
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you wear your hair over your shoulders
and it falls around me when you
look in my eyes
and your words, they jump from your lips
and kiss my ears like a poet's croon
they are raw and true
and your shape was cut from stone
like the sculptor had you alone
and used his hands instead
your heart beats for me like a drunk
it beats for me like a drunk beats his dog for its wrongs
it is hard and long, and on, and on
you invade me like i am france
in a third reich world war advance
and i lay my arms down
then like a slave you lock away my fears
and you gather what's left of my tears
and you drink them down
and you said 'love i'm yours and only yours,
so catch me as i fall
in love'
i'll kneel down on a thousand knees
and tie a thousand pieces of string
around your finger
and i told you you should wait
when you're on your dying day
so i can lie with you
here we are at the end
kiss me hard, three more words
then it ends
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Josh Doucette New York, New York
Old folk and bluesy poetry mixed with roots influenced acoustic guitar and raw, emotive vocals.
A singer-songwriter, from Milwaukee, WI, living in New York, NY.
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