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Distance
03:13
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Distance
Under the redwoods and over the ferns
Been twisting regrets into lessons I've learned
Like you can't fill a hole in your heart up with liquor
When you're love sick and just getting sicker
Hey, distance, you've built me the man of my dreams
His gaze is electric, demeanor serene
So I’ll leave him the way that he seems
Out past the breakers pushed in by the tide
I watch and i wonder ‘bout life by your side
I know that if you were willing to meet me halfway
All the glitter and gold it would fade
Hey, distance, you've built me the man of my dreams
His gaze is electric, demeanor serene
So I’ll leave him the way that he seems
I love him the way that he seems
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Old Grey Pine
04:44
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High above the brushfire
Strong against the wind
Branches wide
Needles thin
She’s doesn’t change for the season
Wont bring the desert shade
But you should see her dance
When the sunlight fades
Old grey pine
There’ll come a time
There’ll come a time
You’ll see beauty in the old grey pine
She sways on her lonesome
Though you cant feel a breeze
Doesn't know that you're watching
But she wants you to see
Her song is the cricket
It doesn't end or begin
But when the morning light comes
She steadys her limbs
Old grey pine
There’ll come a time
There’ll come a time
You’ll see beauty in the old grey pine
Her lesson is patience
Her lot is to wait
Her presence is humble
Her power is great
Old grey pine
There’ll come a time
There’ll come a time
You’ll see beauty in the old grey pine
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3. |
Brokedown Blues
02:28
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My baby he had big eyes for the city
With the golden hills that dip into the bay
But that city’s greed is hungrier than money
And it slowly stole my baby’s soul away
Extra, extra
Have you heard the news?
My man he’s got deep pockets now
He done lost those poor boy blues
Read all about it
His war’s been won
His down and broke and brokedown days are done
His leaving trunk was packed and shipped to Portland
I guess the grass is always greener in the rain
Now headlines match the name upon his paycheck
Pacific breeze has gone and blown his blues away
Extra, extra
Have you heard the news?
My man he’s got deep pockets now
He done lost those poor boy blues
Read all about it
His war’s been won
His down and broke and brokedown days are done
But lonely, broken, and downhearted
Is where the words to my truest songs will hide
So when my honey packed to up leave that city
I wasn't there to travel by his side
Extra, extra
Have you heard the news?
My man he’s got deep pockets now
He done lost those poor boy blues
Read all about it
His war’s been won
His down and broke and brokedown days are done
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Famine or Feast
03:58
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5. |
Man in the Moon
02:08
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The Wind
03:07
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The Wind
Don't hold your candle for me
I am the wind, wild and free
If you try to hold on, there’ll be darkness til dawn
So don't hold your candle for me
You cant trap the wind in your hands
I don't follow rules, don't make any plans
Just close your eyes as you feel me blow by
You cant trap the wind in your hands
I once had a kite on a string
With a clever disguise as a hawk on the wing
But try as it might that bird couldn't take flight
I once had a kite on a string
Don't hold your candle for me
I am the wind, wild and free
If you try to hold on, there’ll be darkness til dawn
So don't hold your candle for me
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7. |
A Lotta Little
03:31
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A Lotta Little
Have you ever felt the fall
From living to surviving
You say you’re fine, you’re hanging in there, staying busy
Inside the rain is driving
a lotta little sips become a bender
a lotta little hits make you surrender
a lotta doing nothing and you’ll
stay the same
a lotta little somethings lead to big change
he said darling where you going?
I never meant to cause a scene
he said 'I never cheated, lied or hit you'
but he was always just a little mean
a lotta little touches leave a deep groove
a lotta little nudges make your feet move
a lotta feeling nothing and your loves a shame
a lotta little somethings lead to big change
on the driveway in my rear view
I can see her makeup streaming
behind the tears a mothers fears and for good reason
cause I’m leaving
I'm gonna find some meaning
it’s gonna take a lotta wins to hit the big score
a lotta empty cups a lotta closed doors
a lotta being grateful that I changed my name
a lotta little somethings lead to big change
a lotta little sips became a bender
a lotta little hits made me surrender
a lotta little touches left a deep groove
a lotta little nudges made my feet move
a lotta little wins to hit the big score
a lotta empty cups a lotta closed doors
a lotta being grateful that i’m not the same
a lotta little somethings lead to big change
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8. |
When I'm Gone
03:29
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When I’m Gone
I might be your cocaine cowgirl
I might be your highway queen
Might be your wife or the girl-next-door
Who broke your heart at just sixteen
Maybe I’m a little like your mother
Or a song she sang when you were a child
The way I move reminds you of another lover
Or maybe just the sadness in her smile
But I’m gonna let you love me
You’re gonna let me lead you on
I’m gonna leave you lonely
You’re still not gonna know me when I’m gone
Underneath these echos I’m a stranger
And come tomorrow a stranger I’ll remain
Falling for a vision is the danger, stranger
A temporary fix from all the pain
I’m not your cocaine cowgirl
Don’t wanna be your highway queen
I can’t be your wife or your mistress
And I know I’m not the girl you think you’ve seen
But I’m still gonna let you love me
You’re still gonna let me lead you on
I’m still gonna leave you lonely
And you’re still not gonna know me when I’m gone
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9. |
Slow Burning Blues
03:39
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Slow Burning Blues
People been talking about love like it's fireworks
That's just a spectacle that wows the crowd before its gone
I'd rather have my lovin’ like a campfire
A flame to last the whole night long
So you can save your colors for the 4th of July
I'll be here enjoying all the stars up in the sky
I sing a slow burning love song
And let the music warm me through
Moon was just a sliver in the midnight sky
The kind of crescent mama calls a cheshire smile
You sang a sad and lonely song
I sat and listened for a while
If you knew I like my liquor brown and my music to be blue
You'd see you set the stage for me to fall in love with you
You sang a slow burning song
I let your music warm me through
As long as there are embers hot beneath the coals
And that sad song of yours is ready for a turn
We can find the fuel to keep this fire alive
Stay up all night to watch it burn
I have learned some lessons by making misplaced bets
My heart has gotten harder but I don't play hard to get
I sing a slow burning love song
And let the music warm me through
You should too… just let my music warm you through
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Laura T Lewis Portland, Oregon
raised under the northern fog banks of the san francisco bay on a heavy dose of country, folk, and blues from old clement street, laura stitches these influences together for a sound of her own.
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