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Troubadour Song
03:15
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Once I had a friend who liked to play on the violin
He'd reel and jig while the guitar notes I'd bend
He had a lust for the liquor drink, did snuff his fire for the strings
And he drank himself to burn out in the end
One man fall on his sword
One man pray to the Lord
But the troubadour puts one foot in front the other
And he plays another chord
My brother was a gambler, he played on the drums
The thunder underneath my guitar strums
But he tried to cheat the beat of a policeman out on the street
Now he's just tapping a prison wall ten years to come
One man fall on his sword
One man pray to the Lord
But the troubadour put one foot in front the other
And he played another chord
When I was a child I got lost in a forest green
My father found me sleeping by a stone
That night upon his knee he looked me in the eyes and he said to me
My son, some day you've got to find your own way home
One man fall on his sword
One man pray to the Lord
But the troubadour puts one foot in front the other
And he plays another chord
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2. |
Good Funeral Homes
04:36
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Skinny Ray took his little boy down
To the rusted north park playground
And lit a cigarette and he stood off to the side
And he tried recalling his younger days
As his boy tried climbing the wrong ways
Over the curse words and body parts
Graffitied on the slide
Lady Jane leaned a shoulder on the glass
Of the storefront where Skinny used to pass
And she tried to get a signal from a dying phone
Alone, and the sign behind her said
Office space for lease or rent
She used to work it for the corporation
Now she's working out a way to get home
And the O and the R on the sign
Of the corner liquor store
Is gonna stay burned out until God's kingdom comes
But they sell a nice box of wine
When nobody's even keeping score
And old mansions make good funeral homes
Two middle-schoolers huddled in the sticks
Where the river run from the crumbling bricks
Of another empty mill never to be touched again
And then they flubbed their very first taste of love
Like two babies eating bubbles in the tub
Oh time gonna murder your children
And then shake your hand
And the O and the R on the sign
Of the corner liquor store
Is gonna stay burned out until God's kingdom comes
But they sell a nice box of wine
When nobody's even keeping score
And old mansions make good funeral homes
Old mansions make good funeral homes
Old mansions make good funeral homes
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As Long as God Is Buying
02:38
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Stuck in a place in time
A memory of old
Looking up the steps to climb
To reach a thought untold
Oh to be that simple man
Who wears with pride his crown
To focus your eyes faster than
The world is going around
I'm not afraid, lord
I'm not afraid of losing
And I'm gonna trade my trophy
When the time comes down to choosing
I'm not afraid, lord
I'm not afraid of losing
And I'm gonna trade my trophy
When the time comes down to choosing
So play your cards
Step out on the edge
It's been a long train ride
But the station now
Ain't but a mile ahead
You might hide your gold, you might fold
You might hold out for your queen
Till you're just a jack by the railroad track
With the best winning hand no one's ever seen
And I'm not afraid, lord
I'm not afraid of dying
And I'm gonna trade my life
As long as God is buying
And I'm not afraid, lord
I'm not afraid of dying
And I'm gonna trade my life
As long as God is buying
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The rumble of the road
Has brought another drifter down
He seeks the high sea breeze
That soothes this lonesome harbor town
And though the rustling hush redeems
He hears no sacred word
That calls from way off somewhere
Where the highway's never heard
I never see you until
The captain lets me have my way
I reach our door by dusk
My heart sunk lower by each day
Oh tide and town mere prizes yield
But the hills to me reward
The lone hills way off somewhere
Where the highway's never heard
The rumble of the road
Has brought another drifter through
If we're just riding tides
My dear then we are drifters too
Unsettled in our hearts always
Like the whispering dust of the earth
That searches way long after
Every highway's no more heard
The highway to the west
And lo, the ocean to the east
I'll seek the highland trail
I'll follow humbly where it leads
And if you stay beside me dear
Our love once more be stirred
Anew we'll clear the path
Where the highway's never heard
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5. |
Water Glass
03:41
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Well you know I need a bottle or two of red
If I'm gonna settle with my mind
But I'll take your water glass instead
And still I'll hold you to be kind
Because I'm gonna meet a man in the morning
The sun never shines in my back door
The wind and the rain will soon be storming
And you won't hear from me no more
Rooster crows, I forget what I'm trying to say
I forget my bottle still ain't done
You hand me the water, I'm standing in your doorway
But it don't satisfy me none
So I'm gonna meet a man in the morning
The sun never shines in my back door
The wind and the rain will soon be storming
And you won't hear from me no more
Wedding feast, you know that I was there
I saw the water turn to wine
Now I'm a ghost standing on your stairs
Praying for some release divine
So I'm gonna meet a man in the morning
The sun never shines in my back door
The wind and the rain will soon be storming
And you won't hear from me no more
And you won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
You won't hear from me no more
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Ginger Bug Ellington, Connecticut
Conceived in a basement in north central Connecticut, Ginger Bug is an all-original indie rock trio devoted to stark, vivid storytelling. Prolific singer songwriter Reuben Torrey spins tales of latent sorrow, forgotten places, and the indomitable human spirit. With Jesey Meche on drums and Dr. E on bass, Ginger Bug’s songs captivate with rootsy grooves and an undeniable crowd-drawing energy. ... more
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