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It's Getting Late
04:08
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So it goes roll the dice let the cards fall
Make me a nice strong drink
to hold back the tears and the memories
I must have lived 100 lifetimes
I know that time’s a crooked road
& I don’t expect for you to know me
but I wonder if you could guide me home
it’s getting late
so it seems trade in the picket fence
for some childish dreams
hand in your wedding ring
You’re haunted by the ghosts of what could have been
I must have spent 100 lifetimes
To know that time’s a crooked road
& just for you to get to know me
So now I wonder if you could guide me home
it’s getting late
time let go of me, you’ve taken all I can give
leave me something I can hold x2
so we fall try to make sense of it all
your eyes grow dark,
your heartbeat’s turned to a funeral march
but it’s just a changing of the seasons
I know you never really knew yourself
but I’ll still try to find a reason
for why you would put me through this hell
but it’s getting late, it’s getting late
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2. |
Canary
04:27
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The call of the ore
Stretched the lengths of the plains
And drew all the men to the iron ore range
& From the windows I would watch
Them gain in white and loose in black
Here in the dark no need to be scared
‘cause I will be your guiding hand
And in the shafts
When they wouldn’t come back
Cold red faces dressed in black
Their dormant lips had sealed their fate
Without a warning they knew too late
Here in the dark no need to be scared
‘cause I will be your guiding hand
scorched throats sang funeral songs
and asked why they had been undone
until canary like the sun came down down down
into the mines
Now trees and leaves grow through the floors
And in the mines there rots the ore
And for those who never came back
Canary sings for those dressed in black
Here in the dark no need to be sacred
‘cause I will be your guiding hand
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3. |
Board That Plane
03:12
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Blue eyes cut like bayonet blades
Blood poured out
from the wounds we’d made
Old scars don’t always fade
I carved out a home, you carved in your name
And lover the guilt remains
breathing down my neck, running through my days
If I could take it all back would you want to forget me?
if we board that plane bound for the pearly gates would you claim me?
Arrows from younger days lie broken now in a shallow grave
held you from my fingertips
when the music stopped well I lost my grip
traced all the steps we’d made
when the ink ran out I lost my way
if I could take it all back would you want to forget me?
When we board that plane bound for the pearly gates will you forgive me?
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4. |
Skincolor
04:41
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Walking away from your old stoop
My pockets full of change and all my
Minds are through
My head is as clear as the sky
Though an indigo that flows
Between my limbs and leaves me dry
You change the color of my skin
The sharper the air gets
The more I tend to squint as if I’ve lost my eyes
Looking for places to belong
Sunday afternoon will leave you
Staring down the line
You change the color of my skin
As the pattern gets subtle
Being swept along no longer is enough
Simulacrum
Where you’ll find me now
Check beneath your furrowed brow
We unbinded now
Till I meet you in the sky
And in the end could we undo
The blue in you and me that seemed to follow
Close behind
Remember the way that you used to
Loosen all the rules in me
And then you lost your mind
You change the color of my skin
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5. |
Vagabond
02:34
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Nomad you’ve forgotten your own name
So now you howl at the moon, you laugh at the stars
You say, “you don’t know anything at all about us” x2
You made your home out of the road
You live beneath the trees among the leaves
Along the streets where no one goes
You say, “they don’t know anything at all about us”
you’re carved into the canyon,
swallowed by the river,
grew beneath the redwoods,
called a highway rambler
but don’t look back
look back
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6. |
Dog Song
04:41
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I don’t mind losing my mind
Leave all my troubles behind
Steal what I can from the super market
I don’t mind losing two years
Feels like fourteen around here
Most of my friend can’t wait to meet me
Is it too late to come home,
Will the door still be open?
With the fire in the stove
And the rocking chair croaking
Promise I’ll never run away again
I don’t mind Sunday come three
If Sunday doesn’t mind me
Licking my wounds with a
Whiskey snake tongue
I don’t mind you don’t mind me
Let me kiss both of your cheeks
Goodbye’s just afraid of hello
To the next place
Is it too late to come home,
Will the door still be open?
With the ash in the silt
And the circle unbroken
I promise I’ll never run away again
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7. |
Collect The Dust
03:08
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Sunday he died alone
The pigeons scattered from the rooftops
As the stars fell upon the rocky shores
The ocean opened wide
to catch the lost & lonely souls
but nothing should surprise me in the night
little bird upon the shelf asked me,
“could I be someone
that you could learn to love?”
“The truth is, you’re far too lovely
for a heart like mine, I’ll leave you here
to collect the dust and I will look at you
from time to time.”
Cut that caused regret
Flies aligned along the bathroom floor
Clothes left on the line
She doesn’t live here anymore
Nothing should surprise me when the sun
Goes down
Little bird when the hours are still…
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8. |
Waking Up
02:53
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Something’s gotta change
Or I’m gonna run away again
Waking up is strange
When waking up is all that happens
Hell I don’t wanna play
Dead end rock and roll in the cellar
With friends that fade away
In years that I’m supposed to enjoy it
He’s not who he was
Some cigarettes and empty bottles
It fades back from eyes
It fades from all the places abandoned
Somewhere on the sea
The ashes of a cradle neglected
Not afraid to die
Can’t tell if it’s over or starting
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9. |
Ill Defined Lines
03:44
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Meet me at the bottom of this well
Or meet me at the bottom of this bottle
And I hope like hell there ain’t no one up there
To hear my thoughts
Never felt so alive or near death
It’s all in my head
I don’t see what you see in me
Just blurs and ill-defined lines
Like time
The tie that binds us here
Stay awake a little while longer
Cause I always want
to remember you this way
but don’t look in my eyes
they’ll only turn your heart to stone,
like mine
but I’m still aching for that one kiss
that’ll lay you to rest
in my heart
it’s all in my head
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10. |
Waiting For The Sun
03:01
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Hollow bones and empty nests
With just a song inside our chests
Just like two blackbirds there waiting for the sun
Just like two black birds waiting for the sun
And to think we reckoned
We’d be warm in summer clothes
A wind from the highways tangled up out twisted souls
A wind from the highways tangled up our twisted souls
Asked myself, “are you afraid to die?”
See my skin through holey jeans
Time’s been pulling at my seams
The night times & evenings no slumber have I found
Till When I am lying 6 feet underground
But there’s a special medicine
Made for people wandering
A melody you could sing until your days are done
just like two blackbirds waiting for the sun
I’m not afraid to die
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Honeysuckle Saratoga Springs, New York
Swirling synth pop meets traditional folk storytelling. Honeysuckle’s sixth studio release, Shadow Dance, encapsulates
feelings of nostalgia, loss and hope.
The songwriting is ever poignant, painting a picture with nostalgia. Shadow Dance, as the name implies, plays with the themes of loss and hope and how the two criss cross through our lives.
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