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Dreamer, Say
03:43
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Dreamer, say, will you dream for me
A wild sweet dream of a foreign land,
Whose border sips of a foaming sea
With lips of coral and silver sand;
Where warm winds loll on the shady deeps,
Or lave themselves in the tearful mist
The great wild wave of the breaker weeps
O'er crags of opal and amethyst?
Dreamer, say, will you dream a dream
Of tropic shades in the lands of shine,
Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream
That flows like a rill of wasted wine,--
Where the palm-trees, lifting their shields of green,
Parry the shafts of the Indian sun
Whose splintering vengeance falls between
The reeds below where the waters run?
Dreamer, say, will you dream of love
That lives in a land of sweet perfume,
Where the stars drip down from the skies above
In molten spatters of bud and bloom?
Where never the weary eyes are wet,
And never a sob in the balmy air,
And only the laugh of the paroquet
Breaks the sleep of the silence there?
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2. |
I'll Stay Around
03:01
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There’s a pickup truck parked for 15 years
On my neighbors front lawn,
Hasn’t seen a road in twice as long,
I wonder if she’d like to get along.
I was born and raised in this deadbeat town,
Like my mother and hers before.
I’ve walked this road more than 20 years
Getting high, taking names, and writing songs.
I’ll stay around. I’ll stay around.
People always come and go
But I like what I know. I’ll stay around.
I can walk a mile through the backwoods way
That’s following the highway.
There’s a country store that knows my name,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve been around this world and back again
With a fiddle and a pen.
Didn’t know a thing but it’s just as well,
The good old days are here like they were then.
I’ll stay around. I’ll stay around.
People always come and go
But I like what I know. I’ll stay around.
This cracked pavement made for tougher skin,
Crumbling sidewalks kept the secrets of my sins.
First kisses underneath the ruins of railroad tracks,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ll stay around. I’ll stay around.
People always come and go
But I like what I know. I’ll stay around.
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3. |
The Best is Good Enough
02:37
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I quarrel not with destiny,
But make the best of everything--
The best is good enough for me.
Leave discontent alone, and she
Will shut her mouth and let you sing.
I quarrel not with destiny.
I take some things, or let 'em be--
Good gold has always got the ring;
The best is good enough for me.
Since fate insists on secrecy,
I have no arguments to bring--
I quarrel not with destiny.
The fellow that goes 'haw' for 'gee'
Will have no arguments to bring--
The best is good enough for me.
I take some things, or let 'em be--
Good gold has always got the ring;
The best is good enough for me.
Since love will make a fool of me,
A fool in love I’m meant to be--
The best is good enough for me.
When death has come to set me free,
You’ll sing this song to remember me.
I quarrel not with destiny.
I take some things, or let 'em be--
Good gold has always got the ring;
The best is good enough for me.
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4. |
Wild One
04:47
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Wild One, stay a while with me
I’ve come again to ask you what you know.
Wild One, stay a while with me
Tell me how time passes and all things go.
Wild One, stay a while.
Skipping in a young and steady April rain,
Mixes with some tears, wash away the pain.
Wild One, stay with me,
While Time, too slow, complains.
Fireflies dance a tune to the campfire's whistling drone,
Faces all aglow, I am not alone.
Wild One, stay with me,
While Time seems etched in stone.
Wild One, stay a while with me
I’ve come again to ask you what you know.
Wild One, stay a while with me
Tell me how time passes and all things go.
Wild One, stay a while.
The poet hangs an autumn hue to illustrate her strains,
Verse and rhyme come easier now, the ember’s glow remains.
Wild One, stay with me,
While Time slips and wanes.
Come back to me in the winter of my days,
Bring a storm of white to hide the wrinkles and the grays.
Wild One, stay with me,
While Time, too well, obeys.
Wild One, stay a while with me
I’ve come again to ask you what you know.
Wild One, stay a while with me
Tell me how time passes and all things go.
Wild One, stay a while.
Wild One, stay a while.
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5. |
Farewell to Trion
03:48
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6. |
One Morning in May
04:19
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One morning, one morning, one morning in May,
I spied a young couple, they were making their way.
One was a maiden so bright and so fair.
The other was a soldier, a brave volunteer.
"Good morning, good morning, good morning," said he,
“Where are you going my pretty lady?”
“I'm going out a-walking on the banks of the stream
Just to see the waters glide, hear the nightingale sing.”
They had not been standing but a minute or two
When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew,
And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring,
“Oh hark,” cried the maiden, “hear the nightingale sing.”
“Oh maiden, dear maiden, it’s time to give o'er.”
“Oh no, kind soldier, please play one tune more.
I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string
Than to see the waters glide, hear the nightingale sing.”
“Oh soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?”
“Oh no, pretty maiden, that never shall be.
I've a wife down in London and children twice three,
Two wives and the Army's too many for me.”
“I'll go back to London and I'll stay for a year,
It's often I'll think of you, my little dear.
And when I come back it’ll be in the spring
Just to see the waters glide, hear the nightingale sing.”
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7. |
Omega
03:54
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8. |
Stuff of Stars
03:55
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“We are made of starstuff.”
It's in your skin, it's in my bones,
In our hopes and our stories
Of all the truths and the unknowns.
You are made of starstuff
From a long-forgotten sun.
I am light-years of memory,
Celestial echoes, all are one.
Molecules of stolen dreams,
The atoms in your angel’s wings,
From ancient weary star-crossed beams
Starstuff rides our breath and sings.
I am made of starstuff,
Sailed upon a wave of light.
You're a beacon of bright harbor,
I'll anchor near for the lonely night.
Molecules of stolen dreams,
The atoms in your angel’s wings,
From ancient weary star-crossed beams
Starstuff rides our breath and sings.
“We are made of starstuff.”
It's in your skin, it's in my bones,
And even when we've lost hope and story,
Stuff of stars, we're not alone.
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9. |
Waterbound
03:34
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I went out late one night,
The moon and stars were shining bright.
Storm come up and the trees come down,
Tell you boys, I was waterbound.
Waterbound on a stranger's shore,
River rising to my door.
Carried my home to the field below,
Waterbound, nowhere to go.
Carved my name on an old barn wall,
No one'd know I was there at all.
Stable's dry on a winter's night,
You turn your head, you can see the light.
Black cat crawling on an old boxcar,
Rusty door and a falling star.
Ain't got a dime in my rations sack,
Waterbound and I can't get back.
It's all gone and I won't be back,
Don't believe me, count my tracks.
River's long and the river's wide,
I'll meet you boys on the other side.
So say my name and don't forget,
Water still ain't got me yet.
Nothing but I'm bound to roam,
Waterbound and I can't get home.
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10. |
Dust of Snow
01:54
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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Kat Wallace and David Sasso New Haven, Connecticut
Kat & David met playing hard and fast bluegrass with New Haven string band Five ‘n Change. Their shared background in classical music and affinity for all things trad brought them together to form an intimate and virtuosic duo. With fiddle and various mandolin-family instruments, Wallace & Sasso orbit traditional folk, original songwriting, and the ever-evolving boundaries of Americana music. ... more
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