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My lot in life might only be a little
But a little bit might be a pot of gold
I like the thought of playing second fiddle
I like the view of me and you growing old
I know, sometimes it’s hard to catch your breath
The beaten path, it seems, has been beat to death
I’ll take the exit up ahead
Towards the distant lights of nowhere.
My favorite place just might be my backyard
My favorite faces never make the news.
How come the best songs never make the pop charts?
I guess a million dollars just can’t sing the blues
I know, sometimes this world’s a bit too bright
Sometimes it seems there’s not an honest face in sight
Sometimes I lie awake dreaming all night
Of the distant lights of nowhere.
They say faith’s a bit like walking on the water
A dream’s a bit like walking on the moon
Love is like the flowers that I bought her
She’s been sneezing like the devil all afternoon
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words
Sometimes making sense is like a flock of hummingbirds
Some things are better seen not heard
Like the distant lights of nowhere.
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Chattaroy
04:13
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“Stow the sails and toss the anchor”
The captain called, “All hands ahoy!”
But the tempest raged, and then it sank ‘er
In the dust of Chattaroy.
They say the west is getting warmer
I think the world’s just growing cold
I’m a shipwrecked farmer
In Chattaroy, growing old.
My days are bound by barbed wire fences
Stacked and twined like bales of hay.
My daydreams ache to take me places
Long ago and far away.
They say this land was once an ocean
Sometimes I can hear the breakers roar
It’s just these dry old Ponderosas
In the heat in Chattaroy
How many years have I been waiting here
Watching for my ship to come in
Between the land and the lack of water
The putting up keeps getting harder
And the harvest just dries up and
Blows off in the wind.
All the ships that sail inside me
Even-keeled and westward bound
They’ll return one day from long ago and far away
And find me lying in this ground.
The say that heaven holds the answers
Will I ever reach that distant shore?
I’m just a tired old slow dancer
In the arms of Chattaroy.
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Owls
04:22
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There’s a fox on the news and it’s a hell of a racket
So I pull on my boots and my walking jacket
If I gave a hoot would they come and haul me away?
There’s owls in these woods I hear ‘em pining
From the tops of the firs when the moonlight is shining
I’d sure like to see one but they’re always hiding...
If I had wings I would fly up the mountainside
Light in the treetops, turn to the world and say
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
The man on the TV, he’s a loud such and such
He works up the crowd, they yell and they cuss
They don’t look around cuz their heads can’t turn very much.
If I had wings I would fly up the mountainside
Light in the treetops, turn to the world and say
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
Who makes the winds blow and
Who told these birds they could fly?
Who suffers the fools
And fools with the proud and the wise?
I stand by the woods and I wait for the owls
It does my soul good to hear those long vowels
Call out the truth in the darkest of hours
If I had wings I would fly up the mountainside
Light in the treetops, turn to the world and say
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
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When I Go Out at Night
02:46
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When I go out at night, I don’t mean to do no wrong
But the nightlife it just calls to me
And I’ve got to go along
I slowly close the door
Try not to wake my wife
They’re all asleep and no one knows
When I go out at night
When I go out at night, it’s a kind o’ restlessness
Something still within me from those
Wilder days I guess
And she’s waiting for me in the shadows
Past the back porch light
My old dog just runs around
When I go out at night.
When I go out at night, I’m a dancing drunken fool
I’m wearing my old cowboy hat
I must look pretty cool
Alone there in my backyard
No one to see the sight
Just drinking up that midnight sky
When I go out at night
They say the night life ain’t no good life
For a home-lovin’ man
But I guess that that just depends
On where it is you stand
Cuz when I go out at night, and I stand beneath the stars
There ain’t no jukebox playing
And there ain’t no broken hearts
But there’s wood smoke on the wind tonight
And that moon is such a sight
All wrapped up in that midnight sky
When I go out at night.
Yeah there’s wood smoke on the wind tonight
And that moon is such a sight
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
When I go out at night.
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I walked the crooked road past Clonakilty Bay
Trying to straighten out my wonder
The cows were in the heather, and the crows were in the hay
And the road wound on forever.
Past the stone walls of Ireland
Stitched into the land
Like patterns woven in the wool
From when the world was made by hand
This world was made by hand.
Trains and planes and restaurants are where we live alone
Home is where we travel the world over
See all the happy couples cradling their phones
A thousand miles between them in their hands.
While the stone walls of Ireland
Lay stitched into the land
Patterns woven in the wool
From when the world was made by hand
This world was made by hand.
Sometimes the road you walk runs straight into a wall
So you stop and smell the clover
Lean your back against the rocks, and watch the soft light fall
And wonder if there’s any place but here.
By the stone walls of Ireland
Stitched into the land
Patterns woven in the wool
From when the world was made by hand
This world was made by hand.
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The moon might make a mess of me tonight
How the shadows start to shinin’
When the day turns out the lights
It don’t take much for the sky to blush
When I think of you
There’s lightning in the west
And the moon might make a mess of me tonight
How I wish I had my angel by my side
The devil’s in the moonshine and he’s
Pouring us doubles for a lonesome night
It don’t seem right
That you’re not here tonight.
The twilight’s got the blues
And I wish that you were by my side.
Darling won’t you come home soon
I’m tired of quarreling with this crazy moon
I’m trying to keep the wolves at bay
There’s such a howling in my heart
Ever since you went away.
The stars cannot contain themselves, it’s true
They’ve gone and rearranged themselves
In constellations resembling you
What’s a guy to do?
I better take this mess to bed
Get the moon out of my head, and
Lean in to the morning light
Darling come home soon
Because the moon might make a mess of me…
Tonight.
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Back When We Were Heroes
05:08
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Back when we were heroes, back when we were true
Bold as lightning, me and you
Capes across our shoulders
Dragons in our dreams
These are hard times for heroes it seems
I never told you but I can fly
The first time took me by surprise
Sometimes I leave my rest and rise
High above the rolling hills
The golden fields of yesterday.
Heroes fly. Sparrows fall.
Heaven watches all.
You and I were sparrows, you and I were small
Perched out by the schoolyard wall
A shadow was approaching
A story came undone
Was the eye that’s on the sparrow
Watching the gun?
And oh, how could we ever know
The wire that trips inside a mind?
Cries echoed all around
I fell to the ground and so
I must go off into the blue
Heroes fall. Sparrows fly.
Heaven must know why
Read about it in the morning news
Talk about it for a day or two
Numb and confused
Wondering what can we ever we do?
Back when we were heroes, back when we were true
Back before we ever knew
The lillies and the sparrows
Are in our charge, it seems
These are hard times for heroes
Hard times for heroes
Hard times for heroes
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Paper Flowers
04:03
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There’s a vase of paper flowers sitting on the windowsill
They ease my poor troubled mind like pretty things will
The nurse’s name is Nancy, she tells me I’m a dear
She brings me tea at 3 o’clock, but won’t say why I’m here.
I’ll be gone by morning, out the window in the rain
Before they ever miss me I’ll be on that northbound train
I’ll paint the night in orange and white and cradle it away
Just like these paper flowers made by Posy Rae.
The ghosts of my old lovers are hiding in the woods
You can hear ‘em late at night, they’re up to no good.
They press against my window, like petals in the breeze
Look into their hollow eyes and you can see the trees.
I’ll be home by morning. I promise I’ll be true.
I’ll walk a thousand miles with your picture in my shoe.
I’ll gather all the stardust from the shores of Pend Oreille
I’ll bring you paper flowers made by Posy Rae.
My time is drawing closer. The light begins to fade.
I wish that you were near me, sometimes I’m so afraid.
I hear whispers in the hallway, things I don’t understand
The vase upon the windowsill holds me in it’s hand.
I will bloom by morning. Like the lily, like the rose.
Like Solomon the wise man in his finest clothes
Like cherry trees in April, like buttercups in May
Just like the sweetest flower ever made by Posy Rae.
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How I Kneel
06:18
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There goes another day into the sea
The sun rolls off the edge
Into the arms of it’s long journey.
My name is Abraham I have no fame
I come from a tormented land
I pray to a God with a thousand names
This is how I kneel
It’s just the way that I kneel
There was a pestilence, there was a war
I fled with my family near
We climbed on a boat for a distant shore
This is how I kneel
It’s just the way that I kneel
I wake in the darkness
I reach out my hand
I trace the stars of my ancestors land
I hold to the edges
Of our sacred wheel
I fight to believe
This is how I kneel
Come here my children, sing me our song
We are worth more than the wars
We are like stars up where we belong
This is how we kneel
It’s just the way that we kneel
I wake in the darkness
I watch for dry land
I tend to the seeds here in my hand
I stand at the ship’s rail
Keep watch for my fields
My knees in the dirt
This is how I kneel
There go my children
Just out of reach
Brown-eyed and barefoot and free
Running like sandpipers down the beach
This is how I kneel
This is how I kneel
This is how I kneel
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For Goodness Sake
02:34
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These are all the things I wish that I could say
I found ‘em in the woods beside Lake Coeur d’Alene
I was happy it was summer it was Sunday
These are the things I wish that I could say
You are the reason I’ve been looking for
Walking through the piney woods down by the shore
The sunlight hit the the water
The wind turned towards the north, and I knew
You are the reason I’ve been looking for
And it was
Easy as a cricket buzz on Labor Day
And I say
Goodness knows that we’re all here for goodness sake
It’s just a simple song for goodness sake
I found it lying in the reeds down by the lake
Like a baby in a basket barely awake
It’s just a simple song for goodness sake
It’s just a song for goodness sake.
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Kevin Brown Spokane, Washington
Singer-songwriter Kevin Brown makes his home in rural Northeastern Washington state, not too far from the farms where two sets of great-grandparents settled a century ago. The rich natural surroundings serve as a metaphor for exploring the landscapes of the heart and soul -- faith, family, love, the passage of time, and the interwoven fabric of earth and humanity. ... more
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