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Making It Right
05:04
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Catch a reflection in the window
Of a figure I at first don't recognize
But with a double-take or triple
I can see a slight resemblance in the eyes
Just give me a sign, give me a sign
Well I know I'm nothing special
But with a little sun and water I might make it
'Til now the only lesson I've learned
Is how to lean against the wall enough to fake it
But give me some time, give me some time
To start making it right
Start making it right
Start living my life
Start making it right
I find my way into the line-up
I gotta take some ownership of this invention
'Cause Lord knows I don't get far
On the clumsy wheels of good intention
This is the time, give me your time
Start making it right
Start making it right
Start start living my life
Start making it right
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2. |
Humble Pie
04:59
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Nn, nn. I don't like it
But I eat it all of the time
If it only tasted of apple or cherry or lime
I'd be fine, I'd be fine, I'd be just fine
But bitter and tough
Is the nature of the stuff I know
There's a nice little spot where they serve it up hot
Think I'll go, yeah I'll go, I always go
For example, last week
Got all dolled up and sleek for my shot
Well, I put all my dreams in your basket
Now tell me what I have I got?
I do that a lot, I do that a lot, I do this a lot
I sit at my usual table
Hang my head low, just in case
But everyone knows what I order
It's already there at my place
Just a moment ago
I was playing a show for my peers
Thought I'd open my eyes
But to my surprise, no one's here
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, my dear.
I've been ringing your bell
You're not home, just as well I came by
Thought you might like to try
My humble pie
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3. |
Money Tree
05:32
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A mustard seed, a milkweed
It's all the very same
I fly by so high
Oh, how I try for what's-her-name
What's her name?
Over hill, over dale, over there!
Now what's that I see?
Something all scraggly and tall
But it means nothing to me
It's too cold, it's too windy
For its thin wee branches
Nevertheless, I confess
I want to know more
Hey there, are you weeping?
Are you sleeping?
Or just bored?
Here comes the sun. Isn't this fun?
Now, dig you some roots
I bet you get
The very choicest of fruits
But it's too warm, it's too sunny
And the money won't grow
Walking needlessly hastily
On a weekday morning
I read your note on the side of the road
And heed your warning
But how quickly I forget
Regardless the skies,
And glasses, and tinted spectacles
But is it any surprise?
It's just fine, you'll be just fine
No, the money won't grow
It's too hot, it's too sunny
And the money won't grow
It needs the cool shade of a quiet garden
Where the soil won't harden to the bone
In a kind world, it will cease it's chokin'
So I'll dig a hole in the ground
Tuck it in, safe a sound
In the cool shade of a quiet garden
Where the soil won't harden to the bone
In this kind world, it will cease it's chokin'
So I dig a hole in the ground
Tuck it in
Safe and sound
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4. |
One Day
07:47
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One day we spent the hours
In the midst of flowers in their purest form
It was oh, so warm
One day we took a stroll
To a grassy knoll, or perhaps a hill
It was oh, so still
I simply remember the sun in our picnic basket
A bee humming through his task
It planted a voice in my ear,
"We don't have to worry
The rain doesn't fall here"
One day we took a drive
And I came alive in the autumn air
You were everywhere
One day we held our hands
As a change of plans turned our sky to ice
It was oh, so nice
I simply remember the snow falling all around
Our fingers engraved the ground
And the quietest voice in my ear,
"We don't have to worry
The sun doesn't shine here"
I faintly remember the day when we tracked in the mud
Might have left our shoes out in the garden
To spare the house
And the sun might've come out
So our hearts might not have been
The things to harden
One night we stayed our late
And the hand of fate took our sky of gold
It was oh, so cold
The the sun would have come out
So our hearts would not have been
The things to harden
"We don't have to worry..."
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5. |
Getting By
05:02
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I need a good story to tell
Like the man in my music machine
He always puts it so well
He always knows what I mean
How do I learn that?
I got a couple degrees, ya know
Collecting dust on the floor
Guess it means I'll get a job, or something
Maybe I need one more
How do I learn that?
How I learn that?
I'm barely getting by
How do I learn that
When I'm barely getting by?
I need a nice place to live
Like those people who look down on me
They have lots of shiny, pretty things
They must be so very happy
How do I learn that?
I'm barely getting by
How do I learn that
When I'm barely getting by?
How can I learn when you are looking over my shoulder
Just wake me up after this is all over...
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6. |
The Last Time
08:45
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The last time I saw you
It was raining
Yes it was, yes it was
I always think of you when it rains
It often does, it often does
The first time I saw you
You were wearing
The color green, the color green
Just like I pictured, but like nothing
I'd ever seen, ever seen
To lay me down and say I don't miss you
It's as if my tears were calling the kettle blue
The first time I loved you, it was summer
Or should have been, should have been
The scent of the barley
Still it lingers
I drank it in, drank it in
The wind in my hair crossed the East Sands
But it's all a blur, a lovely blur
Except for daisies blooming on the hillside
Yes, they were, yes, they were
The last time I left you
It was Autumn
Or nearly so, nearly so
My heart was numb from the breaking
But you can't know
You can never know
To cross my heart and say I don't love you
It's as if my tears were calling the kettle blue
The last time I saw you, it was raining
It often does
It often does
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7. |
Hamnavoe
04:21
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Step right up, let's have a smile
Pay your fare
Take the first left on your right
No one's there
Up the steps and down the hall
Find your way
We can't promise that you'll see
Another day
Don't play the game if you can't win
Open up the gates and enter in
Have a look and you will see
On your right
Nothing wrapped in nothing more
Black as night
The weather's nice, the water's fine
Wind is true
Old friends laugh to pass the time
But not you
Don't rock the boat if you can't swim
Open up the gates and enter in
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8. |
The Island
11:42
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A traveler rose, the sun lay asleep
As the day wasn't yet alive
She ran upon the cobblestone
To the dock where the boat was tied
And bade farewell with a hand on her heart
But before her prayer was done
Her eyes they were as glittery gold
As the sea in the morning sun
Upon the shore the waves sang a song
Of the wind from across the sea
Of creatures small and mountains grand
And the beauty they long to be
Toward the isle her gaze then set
Her feet began to run
Her eyes they were as constant and blue
As the hills in the midday sun
The weary traveler rested awhile
On a stone by the seaside way
To watch the sheep who toddled along
And the children all out to play
A peaceful cloud rolled perilously near
As she hummed a lingering tune
Her eyes they were as salty and pale
As the sun in the afternoon
Her footsteps traced the whole of the isle
And the strangers they knew her well
But thought of home and love therein
The sea could no more dispel
A lonesome passage the way she had come
A voyage oft been done
Her eyes they were as purple and wet
As the clouds in the evening sun
Atop the stair, secluded and cold
Was the bed where the traveler lay
She said a prayer for the rain in the hills
And the stars in the midnight sky
For memories old and mysteries new
For battles lost and won
She closed her eyes and all that was there
Was the sea in the morning sun
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9. |
Mighty Something
06:22
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Spent all my dollars and my common sense
On a cup of stale beer
There's a crack in the plastic
S'pose I'll drown my sorrows here
Spent my good fortune on a diamond ring
She don't even wear
There's a dry patch of ground
S'pose I'll rest my bones there
Well there's a mighty something
That's blowing the undersides of the leaves
But here on the bar stool by the wall,
The stale air grieves
La la la...
Guess I'll get up now, seems the thing to do
My cup has run dry
Handfuls of peanuts in my pocket
S'pose I'll get by
My feet grind the empties into city sand
I'll show myself out
Thinking of my darling and the old days
S'pose I'll do without
Well there's a mighty something that's thundering a distance away
But here 'neath the yellow of the streetlamp
It's bright as day
La la la...
Well there's a mighty something that's rolling fearfully near
But here in the secondhand haze
It's miserably clear
La la la...
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Outertown Chicago, Illinois
Smooth as a single malt and delicious as pie.
Bethany Clearfield -
vocals
Rob Clearfield - wurlitzer, electric guitar
Chris Siebold - steel guitar, bouzouki, hammered dulcimer, mandolin
Michael Caskey - percussion
Devin Ulery - artwork
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