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Worn Out Joy
04:06
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Along this path called life
there are many turns to take, and choices to make
Some people call it destiny others may call it fate,
but whichever you say I don't believe in either one.
But one thing I am certain is right
that there's a war to fight
between the shadows and the light.
There are those who only come to hurt, kill and destroy.
Others will come to heal the lost, sick and the blind,
And when those hard rains do fall, please keep this in mind,
I have heard "Sorrow is only worn out joy."
The party starts at eight, will I see ya?
The party starts at eight, are you coming?
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Crooked Wing
02:55
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I spy you hiding from me
High above perched in your tree
Thinking ever so cleverly that I cannot see
It's your heart you follow it sets you free
Spread your wings, took to flight
Caught a draft, carried you high
Far above the skyline, you lost sight
of the home you love so warm and bright
Found you laid softly on the ground
Crooked wing, bandage wrapped around
I crept up slowly not daring make a sound
Heard you sing so sweetly at last you are found
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Torches
03:37
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No I will not keep silent not for your sake
Nothing can hold me down now, not my mistakes
Fire's been kindled, torches are burning
Ship's a-blazing, no plans on returning
Stop me if you think you've heard this all before
You can't hold me down or back not no more
You won't ever stand in my way that's for sure
You won't hold me down like you did before
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Oh Lord, How I Know
03:40
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I am walking, ever walking near the sea
My dear Angel she is beside me
I know, oh Lord, how I know
Her song I hear, her wings I see
As soft as a sparrow, she floats o'er me
I am sailing, ever sailing along the sea
The song my Sweet Angel sings beckons me
I know, oh Lord, how I know
Her love I seek, her heart will be
As soft as a dove, she floats above me
Oh Lord, oh Lord, I know what's true
When love comes a-callin', what's a man to do?
What are the words I will choose to use?
Soften my tongue, may your glory shine through
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After the Stars...
04:53
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After the stars have receded back into the night
And the moon's has stolen away its light
I confessed what it was I'd buried out of sight
A feeling I knew in my head was not right
I'll say and do and think how I want to
Even though I know I'll have to kick and scream and fight
It will all be all right, all right, all right
When the words we used have faded to black
And the insults to injury have lost their effect
I obsessed over what it was I thought lacked
A feeling that grew after years of neglect
I'll say and do and think and act how I want to
Either way I know I'll have to kick and scream and fight
But it will all be all right, all right, all right
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A Hurricane
03:01
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Pack up my clothes see where the wind blows
Hit the road, who knows where it goes
Fell in love with a hurricane
Almost drove me insane
Fell in love with a trainwreck
'Bout nearly broke my own neck
I'm a heart breakin' disaster
Hurt your feelings apologized after
Fell in love with a hurricane
Tell me when it comes 'round again
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Where the wind, where the wind blows
Nobody knows, nobody knows,
Where the road, where the road goes
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Stage Fright
03:58
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I have trouble dreaming in the night,
I can't explain why that is
N' I got rid of my stage fright
long enough to sing you this
I don't think I need my head checked,
It's far too broken anyway
But I know all the words you were gonna say
Save your breath for another day
You don't even know me!
At least the way you think you do!
N' I can't dream in the night time
It ain't the right time for me (apparently!)
'Cause I sleep better in the day light
I can't fight what my body wants to do with me
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The Alchemist
03:56
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If I were an alchemist, I'd purify your dirty heart,
Fuse your mind with your soul, use this science as an art
If I were an alchemist, I'd burn out your impurities
Separate all the bad, separate all the bad and good properties
Individuation is my inspiration
This transmutation is an aberration
A debased amalgamation, your final spiritualization
The great work is you
The triumph of the work is you
It's our chemical, chemical, chemical
Chemical, chemical, chemical wedding
If I were an alchemist, I'd cure us of our diseases
No more corruption, no more corruption please!
If I were an alchemist, I'd recombinate your doubt
Turn it wild against itself, joyously we will shout!
Heart of yours, heart of mine
May they never be corrupted!
Two souls into one cannot be wrested
It's our chemical, chemical, chemical
Chemical, chemical, chemical
Chemical, chemical, chemical wedding
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Far & Wide
04:28
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What gives you the right to hold me down
Don’t think for one second you’re any better than me
I have searched far and wide and I didn’t find
No I didn’t find anyone around
In this desert heat I could not see the shade of your tree
Let me have one drink please
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What oh what would you say?
When trouble comes your way?
How could you prepare for that day
You can clasp your hands and pray
Pray for the right words to say
There's a right or wrong there's a choice
Do the blind see does a mute have a voice?
Can a broken string still make any noise?
You can clap your hands and rejoice
Rejoice 'til the night fades away
'Til the night fades away
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Jon Ransom Portland, Oregon
Jon Ransom started playing guitar and writing songs at age 18, and over the course of a decade, has amassed an arsenal of songs ranging from quiet, contemplative tunes to anthemic folk rock ballads. No-frills, heart-on-your-sleeve, pure, unadulterated honest music. It's personal, intense yet fragile, and prone to bouts of incendiary cacophonies of melody and harmony. ... more
Jon Ransom recommends:
Draw This Bitter Blood
by Sama Dams
I saw this gentleman (no relation to our fine city's current mayor) play a show at a dive bar here in Portland and his intense and ethereal music captivated my senses. And this boy can sang! Dang!
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This is my friend Brian Rozendal and his folk-beast of a band Small Souls. He collaborates with a pedal steel player who so happens to be named Bryan Daste. They are a fine songwriting duo.
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When the Water's Hot
by Ezza Rose
I have so many talented friends and my girl Ezza Rose is no exception. She is a thunderous lil' force of nature. She's transformed herself from a twee ukulele strummer to full-on rock priestess.
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Pittsburgh artist Merce Lemon makes tender and open-hearted indie pop with echoes of Frankie Cosmos.
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Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
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Sparkling and knotty indie rock from this Australian group with interlocking guitars and shifting rhythms.
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