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Moss Cathedrals
05:31
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Take the trail to your grandmother’s house
By the Shenandoah River
See the trees turn a rusty brown
See the fox in his hole being chased by the hound, again
Take the trail way up the hill
Follow the sound of the slippery brook
Smell the slow sweet death of the forest
Above and below- she’s a fine fine cook, again
Tell me tales of when the mountain was young
Tell me stories how your hands got so hard and tough
And how’d you meet grandpa and raise up this house
And what does love feel like when it’s been through the rough, again
Feel the earth breathing beneath your toes
Soil and loam, rock and root, we live in moss cathedrals
Take the trail to your grandmother’s house
By the ice flow river
The trees are naked as the cold wind blows
And there’s no better sound than the door squeaking closed, again
Talk to me about your little girl
And how you loved her more than this passing world
And when did you let her make the trail alone
To discover that man sits on a crumbling throne, again
Feel the earth breathing beneath your toes
Soil and loam, rock and root, we live in moss cathedrals
Wo-ah-wo! Back to grandma’s house
They laid her down in the open ground
The sky was heavy but it made no sound
Her arms were crossed in a loving embrace
With the Word on her heart and a smile on her face, again
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Yunnan (Steam Whistle)
04:43
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Steam whistle, brew me a soul drink
And steep it in your finest leaves
Let your squint go out of your ears
Let it slide like the butter on the toast for you and me
Steam whistle, that sweet crescendo
Carry me on your foam
Steam whistle, sound off the train
I hear it going home
And let me lift you to my lips
Soak me like a sponge
Lend me your ancient wisdom
In the deep roots of Yunnan
Read me that book of yours
Let’s chew the pages together
I’m just warming up for the fight
Let’s see what we can weather tonight
Steam whistle, don’t stop now, there’s a storm outside
Kill the lights, throw a log on the fire, sit back, all your faces are tired
You’ve got to let go of that burden that keeps you weary inside
Your shoulder’s bruising where you’re holding it up, as if it depends on your might
So let me lift you to my lips
Soak me like a sponge
Lend me your ancient wisdom
In the deep roots of Yunnan
Read me that book of yours
Let’s chew the pages together
I’m just warming up for the fight
Let’s see what we can weather tonight
Oh Atlas, dare to shrug
You’ve got to let it go
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My Father's Lullabye
04:34
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Rest now my darling girl
It’s time to rest your head
Sleep now my darling boy
Come climb into your bed.
Cause we’re all old growing older
And we’re all growing older
And we’re all going farther
From where we began
Quiet now my destined daughter
You’re safe inside my arms
Hush now my sorrowing son
There’s no cause for alarm
Cause we’re all old growing older
And we’re all growing older
And out there may be colder
And much harder to stand
Peace now my precious children
Don’t fear what light may bring
Wherever you go, you are my own kin
My love will set you free
Cause we’re all old growing older
And we’re all growing older
And the more you go on further
You’ll find me at the end.
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The Parting Song
03:44
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Lean into me, right now
Rest your head on me, right now
And though time takes us away
Well we’ve both got debts to pay, right now
Pour a glass with me, right now
Cut your hair with me, right now
And the devil wants to win
No we can’t give in to sin
And though I’m leaving you today
We will never part our ways
So write this down and shake the dust from this town
You’ve been with me from the beginning and we’re not stopping now
I called you friend
On me depend, right now
Pack your bags with me, right now
Let the world hate me, right now
And though time takes us away
Well we’ve both got debts to pay, right now
Cry a little with me, right now
Cause you can’t bear everything, right now
Oh and the devil wants to win
No we can’t give in to sin
And though I’m leaving you today
We will never part our ways
So write this down and shake the dust from this town
You’ve been with me from the beginning and we’re not stopping now
I called you friend
On me depend, right now
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The Goodly Beggars Washington, D.C.
The Goodly Beggars are Charles Atkinson, Philip Barrows, and friends. One EP, lots of coffee houses, and a few years in different states later, they are back around Washington, D.C. playing with new friends and new music.
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