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Although I shelter from the rain under a broken tree
My chair is nearest to the fire in every company
That talked of love or politics, ere Time transfigured me
Time transfigured me
Though lads are making pikes again for some conspiracy
And crazy rascals rage their fill at human tyranny
My contemplations are of Time that has transfigured me
Has transfigured me
There's not a woman turns her face upon a broken tree,
And yet the beauties that I loved are in my memory;
I spit into the face of Time that has transfigured me
Has transfigured me
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2. |
Songs About the Rain
04:01
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She said I was a big shot, but only as an afterthought,
as I went chasing her down through the West Texas skyline
My heart was in the basement, and I was fairly hellbent
On making my way through the frontier to the pipeline.
I went riding through Las Cruces on a train
Swore I’d never go back home again
And with my mind made up I decided to refrain
From writing letters on the sly and singing songs about the rain
Another pack of cigarettes hides the whiskey under my breath
And another shot will send me on my way
Making camp outside of Reno, it's the only life that I know
Either the desert ground or the cold Missouri clay
I went riding through Las Cruces on a train
Swore I’d never go back home again
And with my mind made up I decided to refrain
From writing letters on the sly and singing songs about the rain
Another thousand miles ‘til I make it through the Black Hills
But a thousand miles goes by in just a lifetime
Voices running ‘round in my head, but nobody warming my bed
Trying to find myself a partner and a crime
I went riding through Las Cruces on a train
Swore I’d never go back home again
And with my mind made up I decided to refrain
From writing letters on the sly and singing songs about the rain
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Opportunity
03:34
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You’ve got mail; your grilled cheese is burning.
I’d burn this mother down if it would just stop turning.
Instapot just became legal;
Your TSA man’s been replaced by a beagle.
Mission Mars, you were the first
Self-driving car, there are few things worse.
Are you lonely could I help you see
You’ve got friends baby just like me.
Can you hear me now from your black eternity?
I’m reaching out for Opportunity.
Can you hear me now? I’m reaching out.
Can you hear me now? Can you hear?
Life ain’t easy when the red dust keeps blowing.
All this time we’ve forgotten what you’re doing.
Scratching the dirt, say goodbye to mama.
Wartime’s here, but it’s here for papa.
Can you hear me now from your black eternity?
I’m reaching out for Opportunity.
Can you hear me now? I’m reaching out.
Can you hear me now? Can you hear?
Bluebirds now are a sure sign of madness.
Red dirt roads are paved in sadness.
We can’t hear ya for the dinging and a-humming.
Please come home, baby please come a-running.
Can you hear me now from your black eternity?
I’m reaching out for Opportunity.
Can you hear me now? I’m reaching out.
Can you hear me now? Can you hear?
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Run to the Sea
03:57
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Grandpa’s charging down the lane in his best waistcoat again
He tells his neighbors and his friends
I’ve got to hear the waves wash in, let them drown out all my sins
Shout confession to the winds
Run to the sea, if it’s where you want to be
For the bellow’s blow and river’s flow
Will cease eventually
Run to the sea, oh prepare a jubilee
In the tides you’ll find the ties that bind
Will slip and set you free
The tailor fears its salty bite, as the sailor fears the starless night
When he charts his course in black and white
But grandpa can’t be turned aside, for either righteousness or pride
Has filled his hurt with the rising tide
Run to the sea, if it’s where you want to be
For the bellow’s blow and river’s flow
Will cease eventually
Run to the sea, oh prepare a jubilee
In the tides you’ll find the ties that bind
Will slip and set you free
The barber asserts
Each man will get his just desserts
But heaven forfend
That the sea should be your final friend
So if you must go
There is one thing we should like to know
Why do you seek the oceans roar
Grandpa steps out of the crowd, removes his hat with a furrowed brow
Then he stands on the bridge and says aloud
The sea is all I am about, and without a whisper or a shout
He stood like a prophet with no doubt
Run to the sea, if it’s where you want to be
For the bellow’s blow and river’s flow
Will cease eventually
Run to the sea, oh prepare a jubilee
In the tides you’ll find the ties that bind
Will slip and set you free
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The Way of Men
04:41
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When I was a child on my daddy’s knee
He spoke like a child when he talked to me
He said, “My boy it is plain to see
Only you control your destiny”
Then I grew tall and my hair grew long
And I picked up a hammer, like that old folk song
But the hammer broke, I had chosen wrong
And I had to start again
I met a girl at the corner bar
She sang love songs while I played guitar
We traveled fast but not too far
Tracing the path of the morning star
Then she heard I was at the general store
With a girl I knew from years before
So she shot me through my hardwood door
And I nearly met my end
Now I’m a man, I’m set in my ways
Gone are the freight trains of my younger days
It’s known by all, but still the papers say
Dixie too will fade away
The miners refrain, but the soldiers rejoice
They’ve sang their song, they’ve made their choice
I tried to sing, but I lost my voice
Such is the way of men.
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6. |
No Bridge
04:45
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I don't need no bridge, to get me ‘cross the water.
I don't need no help, to get me there.
I don't need no alcohol, to keep me awake at night,
I don't need no sleep at all, to keep me right.
I got a situation here
Gotta fight off all the fear
Well the bottle is near
And the bottom it’s near
I just might need a helping hand.
When I cross that devil, when I take on sand
I just might need a helping hand
When I lose my angel, when I'm really alone, alone at last.
It turns out, all I need is a little bit of alcohol
I want some speed, out on the road
If you catch me blazin' down the highway
If you see me in a creek
If I catch no hide nor hair of you
Baby, I think
I won't need to bridge,
To get me ‘cross the water.
I won't need no help, to get me there.
Well I got a situation here
I gotta fight off all the fear
Well the bottle is near
And the bottom it’s near
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Braided Streams
03:30
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Pounding nails into an old oak tree
Building a shelter for you and me
Pounding nails into an old oak tree
We started this thing together
Just a couple kids at play
We started this thing together, but you had to walk away
There comes a moment when the time we’ve spent and the choices that we’ve made
Outweigh or history, and then you’ll see if there’s anything left to save
Cheap hotel clock burning up the night
Cheap hotel coffee keeping my eyes open wide
Cheap hotel clock and it’s burning up the night
The distance between these bucket seats
Is like a thousand braided streams
Silting in with the detritus of a thousand broken dreams
There comes a moment when the time we’ve spent and the choices that we’ve made
Outweigh or history, and then you’ll see if there’s anything left to save
Pounding nails into an old oak tree
Building a shelter for you and me
I’m just keeping my hands busy to keep my conscience clean
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Bonamo Cheyenne, Wyoming
Soaked in whiskey and fermented in the primordial soup of American popular music from Jimmie Rodgers to the Talking Heads,
Bonamo's songs incisively chronicle life in the modern west with an exhilarating blend of old and new. Like strapping a jet engine to a Model T, it may not get you where you want to go, but you are in for a hell of a ride.
Bonamo is: Kevin Ramler-Joe Evans-Steve Scott
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