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Evelyn
03:08
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MASON works the land two weeks after his accident
FOUND THE BARN in ‘81, it aint worth what he spent
COUNTRY MAN his time cut short doesn’t have much more to live
EVER SINCE that oak tree fell can’t seem to pay the bills
BUT WASH YOUR HANDS and feed your guest the beat here hasn’t changed
GOD HAS WRAPPED his bones in a box but his wooden spine can handle it
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BORN UPON the plateau, Rockwood Tennessee
HONEY WHEN I’m gone take the road to the Bayou like you dreamed
IN THE MEANTIME, cigarettes there’s no need to worry just yet
NO NEED Evelyn just yet
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EVELYN’S INSIDE watching the boys they’re punchin holes in the wall
WE BUILT this house with our bare hands and I’ll tell you that we’re proud of it
BUT SLIP the painting off the wall in a box to the cousin in Memphis
SELL THE CLOTHES to the butchers kids and load my father’s gun
HOW CAN YOU just sit here if you’re only dyin once.
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BORN UPON the plateau, Rockwood Tennessee
HONEY WHEN I’m gone take the road to the Bayou like you dreamed
IN THE MEANTIME, cigarettes there’s no need to worry just yet
NO NEED Evelyn just yet
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2. |
Barlow
04:09
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COME ON OUT OF NASHVILLE, calling from the vines
SUNDAY MORNING there’s no better time
MEET ME AT THE JUNCTION, Highway 70
WE’LL TAKE YOU to the farm we’re dear old friends of Lee
CHICKENS IN THE COOP, tractors in the field
THESE WILD TREES were used to build the old red walls
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UNDERNEATH the stones written on the beam
JACKIE’S NAME the daughter of Mr. Butcher Barlow
HIS GUITAR PICKS lay in the cracks it seems we aren’t alone
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
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LONG AGO HE BUILT the house his one hit wonder sang
THEY DANCED AROUND this covered porch until the day he ran
WINTER COMES and takes the wood and roots will climb inside
BEFORE YOU KNEW it that singing house had curled up and died
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UNDERNEATH the stones written on the beam
JACKIE’S NAME the daughter of Mr. Butcher Barlow
HIS GUITAR PICKS lay in the cracks it seems we aren’t alone
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
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AUCTIONED OFF saved from condemnation was a gift
RICK AND MYRA found the home at the bottom of the list
STONE BY STONE and brick by brick
MYRA SAW the only way this beauty could be fixed
DON’T YOU rip it down oh no it's much more than it seems
THESE SPIDER WEB chandeliers are the alter of our dreams
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UNDERNEATH the stones written on the beam
JACKIE’S NAME the daughter of Mr. Butcher Barlow
HIS GUITAR PICKS lay in the cracks it seems we aren’t alone
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
I’M LIVING WITH the ghost of Mr. Butcher Barlow
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3. |
Pachamama 1
00:43
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4. |
Yukon
04:01
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OH MR. MCGHEE your frozen like the arctic dust
A BOY FROM TENNESSEE crying from the glacial gust
WHY DID HE CLIMB up from the golden hills
HE’S THE ONLY ONE that moans only one that can’t seem to bear
(The ice living in his bones)
BORN AGAIN in the Yukon
HE DIED by fire in the Yukon
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OH OUT IN THE NORTH land where the sun never touched the tail of the Bering Sea
THE PROMISES THAT were made the debt was unpaid I was to burn Mr. Mcgee
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ACHING FROM THE gold rush held him like a mystic spell
FEEL THAT TOUCH of tundra, Heighten your sense of smell
CANNOT LEAVE but he will get warm somehow
HEY MY FRIEND you are my chance at resting
AT LAST he was smiling at last his embers dripped
ASKED IF HE WAS OK he told me to shut the door (Shut the storm out son)
BORN AGAIN in the Yukon
HE DIED by fire in the Yukon
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OH OUT IN THE NORTH land where the sun never touched the tail of the Bering Sea
THE PROMISES THAT were made the debt was unpaid I was to burn Mr. Mcgee
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5. |
The River
04:21
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I MET A PREACHER west of Muscle Shoals
CLERICAL EYES they cut like a wire
TOLD ME HOW the river, how the Tennessee runs
IT FEEDS FROM the east on a wild hunt
BUT DON’T YOU GO thinking, it’s a random mistake
SEE HOW THOSE currents all turn to the lake
I’M NOT A SALESMAN at least not right now
BUT LISTEN TO THE BEAT when you boiled it down
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OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
FLOODS THE HILLS, it's filling your lungs
MY TONGUE IS TIED but you know what I mean
OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
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SING ME A SONG, remember your blood
FEEL THE OLD BONES of the drummer that you love
ACCIDENTS HAPPEN to most everyone
BUT THE BEST conversations are interruptions
I AM NO EXPERT but it sure seems to me
That the waters all moving in one direction
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OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
FLOODS THE HILLS, it's filling your lungs
MY TONGUE IS TIED but you know what I mean
OH THE RIVER is much more than it seems
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6. |
Cormorant
03:54
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I WAS BORN a fish a water child, I could breath underwater for a while
THE REEF the bubble beds the Jelly heads they had my blood, had my blood
I, I FLIPPED A ROCK my fin got stuck for the first time I look up
THROUGH the glassy crest I saw a nest, a cormorant, oh the way she flew with a fire inside
WAVES DISGUISED her eyes but I saw her smile
OH IT was electric I couldn't touch it and that's alright
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TELL ME OF THE SCOTIA BREEZE, I’ll tell you of the Great Lake Reef
TAKE ME TO THE GOLDEN SANDS, If you take me to the Caribou Islands
TELL ME OF THE SCOTIA BREEZE, I’ll tell you of the Great Lake Reef
TAKE ME TO THE GOLDEN SANDS, If you take me to the Caribou Islands
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SHE LANDS and talks to me she sets me free, she takes a slice (sets her price)
I WAS EATEN BY your love that evening oh what you believe in
SHE LIT ME, SHE LIT ME UP I watched in silence, Oh I seemed to vibrate
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TELL ME OF THE SCOTIA BREEZE, I’ll tell you of the Great Lake Reef
TAKE ME TO THE GOLDEN SANDS, If you take me to the Caribou Islands
TELL ME OF THE SCOTIA BREEZE, I’ll tell you of the Great Lake Reef
TAKE ME TO THE GOLDEN SANDS, If you take me to the Caribou Islands
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7. |
Angelfish
04:03
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HE’S COMING for the Celtic Sea, the gold parade is ushering him in
BUT HE’S RUNNING from that masquerade, the Frenchman had his victory
(It seems that he has had it for a while)
HE FOUND IT FOR A MINUTE when the storm began to break
HE FELT IT in the fire room where he began to think
OH NOW I KNOW just what I got, OH NOW I KNOW just what I got
I AM THE CAPTAIN of my ship I see clear just what I missed
(I guess I will go running for a while)
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THE DELUGE OF THE DREAM, is washing over me
I FELL IN LOVE more than I could wish
OH OH MY ANGELFISH
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WHY WOULD WE WAIT FOR the silver sun to come along
WAITING FOR ANOTHER ONE waiting for another time to be
WE CAN CROSS the seas we can ride a wicked gust
MEET ME in the galley I got your favorite cup, Just sit here with me darling for a while
DISAPPEAR among the waves find a way to dance among the craze
I GUESS I WILL GO running (sailing) for a while
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THE DELUGE OF THE DREAM, is washing over me
I FELL IN LOVE more than I could wish
OH OH MY ANGELFISH
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8. |
Pachamama 2
01:22
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9. |
Larkspur
03:54
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Yea I got the devil
You got the judge
How will we ever turn around?
But meet me in the garden
I’ll meet you in the market
Ooh Ooh
Yea We’ll travel to the north lands
Ill call you by a nickname
Emmylooh ooh
That trail in the woods
Was made by a maker
And down by the river we will Rise
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Break down the devil that was born in my mind
Break down the devil that was born in my mind
They were callin out
Well you were bound to fall
You said we were bound to fall in love
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That man at the station
Said proceed with caution
He danced on a flying trapeze
He said he’s got a short cut
From Michigan to Georgia
Ooh Ooh
Your a nomadic wise child
Born like the rest of us
But can you recall where you came?
Cmon open up the flood gates
Let in the flood gates
The feeling is one of a kind
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Break down the devil that was born in my mind
Break down the devil that was born in my mind
They were callin’ out
Well you were bound to fall
You said we were bound to fall in love
They were callin’ out
Well you were bound to fall
You said we were bound to fall in love
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10. |
The Wake
02:19
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Open the Cage my Dear
See for yourself
See for yourself
Open the cage my dear
See for yourself
See for yourself my dear
Open the cage my dear
see for yourself
see for yourself
River Bank Ideas
Oh the current that I stirred up
Grab the matches
Grab the keys
Through the windows in her eyes
I saw Conrad and the Outlaws
River Bank Ideas
Oh the current that I stirred up
Grab the matches
Grab the keys
Through the windows in her eyes
I saw Conrad and the Outlaws
Oh the Wake
Oh the Wake
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C. Burrows Michigan
C. Burrows is the stage name for Chris Andrews, a singer/songwriter and multi-instrumentalist who grew up between South America and. the USA. In 2016, Chris walked the length of the United States, from DC to LA. A solo 3,200 mile journey that took over nine months. During this time he wrote and composed his debut album 'Angelfish' which was released in November 2017. ... more
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