1. |
Fine Line
04:18
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I keep the fine line
Between what is right and the selfishness of my youth
I am a man of good reputation
At least that’s not too far from the truth
I am now what I was then
Of enlightened rogues and journeymen
Like my father and his father
Lineage of river folk and fishermen
Please keep this to yourself
Don’t tell my mother
But if fishing was heroin
I’d be dead in the gutter
I keep the fine line
My daddy taught me when I was ten
Keep the rod tip high
Come back soon and do it again
Have patience, he’d say
You won’t learn this in one day
As the current moved stones beneath our feet
And I’d like to show you the church he goes to
It’s water through your fingers
It’s nothing you can hold onto
Cry of the redwing blackbird is everywhere
Halo of rusty spinners adorns him there
Cold of the fading twilight
Brings him deep despair
Darkness falling and I’m headed upstream
Well I keep the fine line
Between what is right and the selfishness of my youth
I am a man of good reputation
At least that’s not too far from the truth
I keep the fine line
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2. |
Restless
03:58
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She left the red house
And the bones on the hill
And places before where her mind wanders still
Northwest Montana
They call the last best
Turned her back to the mountains
To ride out of the west
She packed up the U-haul
With Roswell on the side
Tag six-sixty-six
With the devil you know we’d ride
We put a cow skull on the bumper
The neighbors said good-luck
She took one last look
And climbed into the truck
I know she will miss this
Even the hard scrabble way
But her spirit is restless
And she must ride today
She hit the mainstream
Like a smooth skipping stone
Polished and pretty
But with no time for her own
Administrative commitments and terminal degree
Didn’t make her as happy
As she thinks she used to be
Now we have a home here
And we like this place well enough
But her mind keeps churning and turning up
All of this stuff
She asks if we should stay here
But there’s no time to respond
When your smooth skipping stone skips right out of the pond
I know she will miss this
I would tell you today
But her spirit is restless
And she must ride away…
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3. |
Room Full of Secrets
06:11
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Some things I just don't want to know
Some thoughts are better left unsaid
There's a wall of a thousand questions
Running down the valley like a world between us
There's a door with a thousand answers
Waiting just to try me like a hanging judge
Some places just don't feel so good
Some houses just don't feel like home
There's a window cracked off center
Showing me the daylight in a prison cell
There's a ceiling angels falling
And there's a room full of secrets
At the top of your house
And I'm afraid when I'm up there
That I might scare something out
There's a box of desire
There's a vase full of pain
There's a phone on your nightstand
And its ringing again
Can your hear it ringing
Some things are just not meant to touch
Some notes are just not meant to read
There's a chair with a faded pattern
Showing me the pictures like a silent movie
There's a lamp with a white light burning
Shining of the pages of a private party
And there's a room full of secrets
At the top of your house
And I'm afraid when I'm up there
That I might scare something out
There's a box of desire
There's a vase full of pain
If I open the wrong one
Some boy take my place
There's a wall of a thousand questions
Running down the valley like a world between us
There's a door with a thousand answers
And there's a room full of secrets
At the top of your house
And I'm afraid when I'm up there
That I might scare something out
There's a box of desire
And there's a vase full of pain
And there's a phone on your night stand
And its a-ringing again
Can you hear it ringing
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4. |
West Texas Funeral
04:41
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Born in the winter of 1943
A dried-out little town, my older brother and me
Our Daddy used to beat us and our Mother couldn’t see
My brother left there the day he turned 17
There were two filling stations, Daddy owned one
Two gins, three stores and the West Texas sun
The churches, the school and the old Stockman’s Bank
Our town was fading, we had the railroad to thank
Well my mind was expanding beyond all understanding
Creation and beautiful things
Building it bigger, escaping the small
Sometimes I don’t even miss that town at all
Well I’ll skip the middle for the sake of the song
Time slips away and there’s too much to say
But I lived how I wanted and I got what I needed
And somehow I never had the Devil to pay
Now that town of 500 has shrunk to 52
In the lifetime I’ve managed to stay away
Wheezing and gasping and lost in time laughing
And sunlight that causes the burlap to fray
Well I'm everywhere and I’m nowhere
I’m high and I’m low
I’m lost and I need to come home
Don’t get excited but you’re all invited
Keep your eyes on the gauge as you roll
I am everything, I am nothing, and I’m all in between
Creation and beautiful things
That fillin’ station’s gone, and I hope your tank is full
As you head off down the long road
To my West Texas funeral.
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5. |
Travelogue
03:37
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I've got two dogs
With a travelogue
And my baby riding shotgun
Roll your own tobacco drum
Smoke em' if you got em'
Got a cracked tail light
From a playground fight
We're headed down
From the Northern Lights
Saluda in the rear view
The Upstate in the clear view
The party ends
And you miss your friends
And the truck is full of boxes
We got too much weight
I think I'm smelling brakes
Hoping we can stop em
Got a new life plan
There's a guy named Stan
Says we'll have to reform the band
Tryon in the headlights
Dark Corner in the moonlight
With no grass to mow
I'm talking real slow
Gonna head down to The Bottle
We got two dozen curves
Don't loose your nerve
And please don't hit the turtle
There's a song on the porch
A song on the wind
That's Appalachian music my friend
Welcome to the choice
You sure got a pretty voice
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6. |
Low Expectations
04:21
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I like to think I'm crazy
To believe the things I do
That way if I'm wrong
Its not so bad
I like to think I smarter
Than to trust someone like you
If I get fooled
Still love the time we had
But I get dumber every day
And I'm not crazy anyway
Just don't like
To let my thinking show
It might be social suicide
But I feel alright inside
Its best to keep
Your expectations low
I like to think I'm lazy
When a big project comes along
to do the smallest thing
Then seems like quite a lot
I like to think I have less
Than the poorest man in town
Then I truly appreciate
Just what I got
But I get richer every day
And I'm not lazy anyway
Just don't like
To let my thinking show
It might be social suicide
But I feel alright inside
Best to keep
Your expectations low
Its best to keep
Your Expectations low
Its best to keep
Your Expectations low
It might be social suicide
But I feel alright inside
Best to keep
Your expectations low
Best to keep
Your expectations low
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7. |
Annandale
04:10
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When you left your place that morning
You knew that you weren’t coming back
You took the beat-up Datsun
It didn’t take you long to pack
And as life’s essential drifter
Heading west into the sun
To crush your own existence
And blow your dust on everyone
I watched you burn your money
A long way from Annandale
Your car was almost buried
So you struck out on your feet
The desert, laid before you,
And the people that you would meet
Would pick you up and set you down
And take you to the show
Two thousand miles behind you
They were looking for your soul
And I watched you lose your family
A long way from Annandale
So you crossed the frozen river
And you walked into the snow
You took the bus for shelter
Just as far it could go
And you left your F***** up parents
And your friends along the way
And as life’s essential drifter
You slowly drift away.
And I watched you find your livin’
A long way from Annandale
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8. |
Feathers & Wax
05:08
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I wish I was a turning wheel
Rolling down the open road
Spinning myself dizzy
Shouldering nobody’s load
I wish I was a freight train
On the slow track leaving town
I’d blow my whistle long and low
Westbound and down
I wish I was the blue sky
I’d sit back and watch the storm clouds churn
If wishes were sunshine
You know that I would burn
I wish…
I wish I was the Lizard King
Or Sky Dog on his bike
My favorite long-gone rock stars
I would bring them back to life
I wish I was a painting
By a Fauvist master’s hand
A work of art so stunning
I’d be worth nine hundred grand
I wish I was a bluesman
Heartbreak and sorrow I would bring
If wishes were guitars
You know I’d break my string
I wish…
I wish I was a horseman
A western rider on the plains
I’d make-up a hundred cowboy songs
I’d rob a hundred trains
I’d ride out under a sunburst sky
To the edges I would roam
If wishes were horses
You know that I’d get thrown
I wish…
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9. |
You
02:42
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You're the twinge in my shoulder
You're the young in my older
You're the horse in my pasture
With the gate left undone
You're the grass in my greener
The cryptic in my dreamer
And I just can't imagine
How we've come quite this far
You're the New in my Yorker
You're the spoon in my forkful
You're the pause in conversation
When I've got too much to say
You're the teeth in my sound bite
You're the goodness in my fight
And I just can't imagine
If you went away
You're the ketchup on my sundae
You always loved Mrs. Cropley
You're the squeak in my front wheel
When I run askew
Here by special appointment
You're the fly in my ointment
But I just can't imagine
What I'd do without you
No I just can't imagine
What I'd do without you
I just can't imagine
What I'd do without you
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Red Rock Hill Tryon, North Carolina
Red Rock Hill plays original songs and selected covers in luminous arrangements.
With Jay Wetmore
on guitar and vocals. Elise Fillpot on guitar and backing vocals, the Red Rock Hill Americana sound soars with rich dynamics, unique arrangements and raw harmonies.
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