1. |
More Than You Should Say
03:50
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there you go talking to a memory
saying more than you should say
and the words keep coming out of you
like you ain’t seen no one in days
there you are serving at the pleasure
of a story who can’t keep quiet
whose telling must be reckoned with
like the look in the memory’s eye
getting on, getting off
getting lucky and getting lost
falling through the fingers
of dawn and dusk
king of everything
lonesome
there you go telling the memory
about the airport bar that night
and the well drinks you were drinking
so you could sleep through your flight
there you were paying your tab
when a man dropped dead on your right
and you took him for a regular
another secular waiting to fly
getting on, getting off
getting lucky and getting lost
falling through the fingers
of dawn and dusk
king of everything
lonesome
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2. |
Rainy Windows
03:00
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rainy windows
you’re living back behind
you can’t get outside
of the rain
rainy windows
you’re staring through the glass
and the world looking back
don’t know your name
rainy windows
painting everything
the color of the rain
is soaking through
i’m getting worried about you
rainy windows
you’re drawing down your blinds
a friend walking by
won't see you
rainy windows
hiding what you're missing
haven’t seen you fishing
in a week or two
rainy windows
working over time
blurring all the lines
a shade of blue
i’m getting worried about you
rainy windows
ain’t no mystery
anyone can see
except for you
i’m getting worried about you
i’m getting worried about you
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3. |
Welcome To The Club
03:27
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baby you're rough
baby you're tough
baby you’re out of hand
baby you’re mean
you’re frightening
you’re lightening touching the land
maybe that’s how you are
maybe that’s who you are
maybe then, my friend, it’s time you learn to play guitar
you're thirstiness
it will not rest
it keeps at you all night long
for the happy hour
whose never crowded
every morning before dawn
running from 5 am
up to 9 am
there’s a half-off deal at Dimitri’s Tavern
so early in the morning
up on Falls Road and Morling
now, you look at the news
and you get the blues
and your mood falls off a cliff
you get a crick in your neck
an ache in your back
and your whole body feels stiff
you gotta get your ass
into a yoga class
you got to breathe in deep until the pain is passed
you gotta do some down dogs
you gotta get down like a dog
if sometimes you
don’t have a clue
and you’re out in the water
where your feet don’t touch
and the wind’s so cold
and you’re all alone
and you can’t see back
to where you come from
well then welcome to the club
‘cause you’re now among
every member of the human race who ever was
it’s a pretty good club, to be a member of,
the door’s open any time you need a hug
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4. |
Going Rate
04:15
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we don't want to learn to breathe
an uneasy peace
the breathless silence
a curfew keeps
we don’t want to, but we breathe
we don’t want to learn to wake
to last night’s visions
the city burning brightly
with a million questions
we don’t want to, but we wake
these days
who can look away
these days
what is the going rate
a body brings
we don't want to learn to know
the eyes of the law
who can’t see the use
in one justice for all
we don’t want to, but we know
we don’t want to mourn one more loss and one more less
one more soul foreclosed
stolen in distress
we don’t want to, but we mourn
these days
who can look away
these days
what is the going rate
a body brings
we don't want to know the feel of a broken hope
winding ‘round and ‘round
scratching at our throats
we don't want to, but we feel
these days
who can look away
these days
what is the going rate
a body brings
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5. |
For One More
03:39
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There’s always room
at the table
There’s always a chair sitting
ready and able
There’s always a plate
always a cup
Always something good
to fill ‘em up
For one more
There’s always a bed
already made
There’s always a room
somewhere safe
There’s always a smile
and a warm embrace
There’s an understanding,
there’s always a place
For one more
I don’t care what some may say,
poison words some may say,
about one more
about one more
about one more
The door will always open
For one more
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6. |
Ecola
03:14
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7. |
Still Life
03:32
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your kind of tired
is coming home
you push the car
a thousand miles alone
a silky part of you
turns to stone
your kind of tired
is leaving home
couple of bags
your favorite hat and coat
all day today and
then again tomorrow
you dream of a still life
hanging on a wall
stopped in time
somewhere the world
don’t know time
feel the ground fly
beneath your feet
the window shakes
against the street
it’s hard to breathe
tied to the seat
faraway glares
draw your eyes
from the wheel
out across the lines
over the edge
out of your mind
you dream of a still life
hanging on a wall
stopped in time
somewhere the world
don’t know time
your kind of tired
is bleeding through
seems to know
before you do
where it is
you're going to
you dream of a still life
hanging on a wall
stopped in time
somewhere the world
don’t know time
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8. |
Ramblin' Man
05:17
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I could settle down and be doing just fine
’til I hear an old freight rolling down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
and if I didn’t go I believe I’d blow my stack
I love you baby but you got to understand
when the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man
Now some folks might say that I ain’t no good
that I wouldn’t settle down if I could
When that open road starts to callin’ me
there’s just something o’er the hill that I got to see
I love you baby but you got to understand
when the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man
I love to see the towns passin’ by
and to ride these rails ‘neath God’s blue sky
so let me ramble this land from the mountains to the sea
‘cause I believe that’s the life, He meant for me
I love you baby but you got to understand
when the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man
Now when I’m gone and at my grave you stand
you just say God’s called home, his ramblin’ man
I love you baby but you got to understand
when the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man
when the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man
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9. |
Easy
04:08
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your soft eyes, looking hard at me
your feather voice, it isn't laughing, really
your gentle hand, has me feeling
you’re gonna let me down easy
my guitar strings, they’re getting rusty
they’re buzzing now, sort of sleepy
they bend like trees, bowing in the breeze
and you're gonna let me down easy
it’s quitting time, people are walking home
in the soft light, day is running low
the beginning of the end is coming to a close
and you're gonna let me down easy
my friends kinda, sorta
think I maybe oughta
brace myself more or less
when you let me down
easy
easy
easy
easy
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The Honey Dewdrops Baltimore, Maryland
Virginia born, Maryland based singer/songwriters Laura Wortman and Kagey Parrish make up the duo The Honey Dewdrops. They will release their seventh album, Light Behind Light, on April 15, 2022.
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