|
6:21 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
Darling, remember
When you come to me I'm the pretender And not what I'm supposed to be But who could know if I'm a traitor Time's the revelator They caught the katy And left me a mule to ride The fortune lady Came along, she walked beside But every word seemed to date her Time's the revelator The revelator Up in the morning Up and on the ride I drive into Corning And all the spindles whine And every day is getting straighter Time's the revelator The revelator Leaving the valley And fucking out of sight I'll go back to Cali Where I can sleep out every night And watch the waves and move the fader Time's the revelator The revelator Queen of the fakes and imitators Time's the revelator |
|||||
|
3:46 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
my first lover
my first lover he was tall and breezy with his long hair down but he gets a little hazy when I think of him now my first lover my first lover he was always talking tryin to bring me down but i was not waiting for a white wedding gown from my first lover i do not remember any goin wrong just a record playin that old steve miller song quicksilver girl quicksilver girl at a surfer party with the whiskey porin and the bottle rollin i was on the floor with my first lover my first lover i do not remember any fights or fits just shakey morning after callin it quits with my first lover quicksilver girl quicksilver girl quicksilver girl ... and she's free |
|||||
|
3:15 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
I want to go all over the world
And start living free I know that there's somebody who Is waiting for me I'll build a boat, steady and true As soon as it's done I'm going to sail along in the dreams Of my dear someone One little star, smiling tonight Knows where you are Stay, little star, steady and bright To guide me afar Blow, little wind, over the deep For now I've begun Hurry and take me straight into the arms Of my dear someone Hurry and take me straight into the arms Of my dear someone |
|||||
|
3:18 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
All the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with me. Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy, And the red clay stains my feet. And it's under my nails and it's under my collar, And it shows on my Sunday clothes. Though I do my best with the soap and the water, But the damned old dirt won't go. But when I pass through the pearly gate, Will my gown be gold instead? Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, And a red clay halo for my head? Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer, When it blows in a crimson tide. Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, Of the dirt on the mountainside. But when I pass through the pearly gate, Will my gown be gold instead? Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, And a red clay halo for my head? Now Jordan's banks they're red and muddy, And the rolling water is wide. But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy, When I get to the other side. And when I pass through the pearly gate, Will my gown be gold instead? Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, And a red clay halo for my head? I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings, And a red clay halo for my head. |
|||||
|
5:08 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
When the iceberg hit
How was I to know That God moves on the water Like Casey Jones? So I walked downtown On my telephone Took a lazy turn Through the red eye zone It was a five-band bill A two dollar show Saw the van out in front From Idaho And the girl passed out In the backseat trash And there was no way they'd make Even a half a tank of gas They looked sick and stoned And strangely dressed No one showed from the local press But I watched 'em awhile Through the bottom land And I wished I played In a rock and roll band Hey, hey It was the fourteenth day of April Then they closed it down With the sails and rags And they swept up the fags And the local rags And threw the plastic cups In the plastic bags And the cooks cleaned the kitchen With the staggers and the jags Ruination Day The sky was red I went back to work And back to bed And the iceberg broke And the Okies fled And the Great Emancipator Took a bullet in the back of the head Hey |
|||||
|
2:50 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
I want to sing that rock and roll.
I want to 'lectrify my soul, 'Cause everybody been making a shout So big and loud, been drowning me out. I want to sing that rock and roll. I want to reach that glory land. I want to shake my savior's hand, And I want to sing that rock and roll. I want to 'lectrify my soul, 'Cause everybody been making a shout So big and loud, been drowning me out. I want to sing that rock and roll. I been a-traveling near and far, But I want to lay down my old guitar, And I want to sing that rock and roll. I want to 'lectrify my soul, 'Cause everybody been making a shout So big and loud, been drowning me out. I want to sing that rock and roll. I been a-traveling near and far, But I want to lay down my old guitar, And I want to sing that rock and roll. I want to 'lectrify my soul, 'Cause everybody been making a shout So big and loud, been drowning me out. I want to sing that rock and roll. I want to sing that rock and roll. |
|||||
|
4:56 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby Like you never seen I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died How he took it all out of black and white Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight And he shook it like a hurricane He shook it like to make it break And he shook it like a holy roller, baby With his soul at stake I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died He was all alone in a long decline Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died When he shook it and he rang like silver He shook it and he shine like gold He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me? I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl He shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby Like he never seen |
|||||
|
2:35 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003) | |||||
|
4:47 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
Everything is free now,
That's what they say. Everything I ever done, Gotta give it away. Someone hit the big score. They figured it out, That we're gonna do it anyway, Even if doesn't pay. I can get a tip jar, Gas up the car, And try to make a little change Down at the bar. Or I can get a straight job, I've done it before. I never minded working hard, It's who I'm working for. (Chorus) Every day I wake up, Hummin' a song. But I don't need to run around, I just stay home. And sing a little love song, My love, to myself. If there's something that you want to hear, You can sing it yourself. 'Cause everything is free now, That what I say. No one's got to listen to The words in my head. Someone hit the big score, And I figured it out, That we're gonna do it anyway, Even if doesn't pay. |
|||||
|
14:44 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Time (2003)
Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision come and rest my soul I dream a highway back to you John he's kicking out the footlights The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand I dream a highway back to you. I think I'll move down into Memphis And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue I lie and wait until the wagons come And dream a highway back to you. The getaway kicking up cinders An empty wagon full of rattling bones Moon in the mirror on a three-hour jones, I dream a highway back to you. Oh I dream a highway back to you love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vison come arrest my soul I dream a highway back to you. Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds? Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram I send a letter, don't know who I am I dream a highway back to you. I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight Any second now I'm gonna turn myself on In the blue display of the cool cathode ray I dream a highway back to you. I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up Drank whisky with my water, sugar in my tea My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags I dream a highway back to you. Oh I dream a highway back to you love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision come molest my soul I dream a highway back to you. Now give me some of what you're having I'll take you as a viper into my head A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed I dream a highway back to you. Hang overhead from all directions Radiation from the porcelain light Blind and blistered by the morning white I dream a highway back to you. Sunday morning at the diner Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears I watched the waitress for a thousand years Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call I dreamed a highway back to you. Oh I dream a highway back to you love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision come molest my soul I dream a highway back to you. Step into the light, poor Lazarus Don't lie alone behind the window shade Let me see the mark death made I dream a highway back to you. I dream a highway back to you. What will sustain us through the winter? Where did last years lessons go? Walk me out into the rain and snow I dream a highway back to you. Oh I dream a highway back to you love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision come and bless my soul I dream a highway back to you I dream a highway back to you Oh I dream a highway back to you love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision come and bless my sould I dream a highway back to you. |
|||||
|
4:14 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Oh me, oh my-oh
Look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with her rag-top down She says, I want to do right but not right now Gonna drive to Atlanta And live out this fantasy Running around with the rag-top down Yeah, I want to do right, but not right now Had your arm around her shoulder A regimental soldier And mama starts pushing that wedding gown Yeah, you want to do right, but not right now Oh me, oh my-oh Would you look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with the rag-top down She says, I want to do right, but not right now And I know all about it So you don't have to shout it I'm gonna straighten it out somehow Yeah, I want to do right, but not right now Oh me, oh my-oh Look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with her rag-top down She says, I want to do right, but not right now Oh, I want to do right, but not right now |
|||||
|
2:46 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low When I'm broke and I got nowhere to go Been hanging 'round with a good-time friends of mine Hanging around with a good-time friends of mine Oh, they treat me very nice and kind When I've got a dollar and a dime We're in blues everywhere I see We're in blues everywhere I see We're in blues, honey, everywhere I see No one ever had the blues like me Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired Come tomorrow, I'll be satisfied If I can catch that fast train and ride So, make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low Babe, I'm broke and I got nowhere to go |
|||||
|
3:28 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime
There used to be a rail car to take you down the line Too much beer and whiskey to ever be employed And when I got to Nashville, it was too much soldier's joy Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way If I don't go tomorrow, you know I'm gone today Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Black highway all-night ride Watching the times fall away to the side Clear channel way down low Is coming in loud and my mind let go Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall If I can't have you all the time, I won't have none at all Oh, I wish I was in 'Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes I'm sitting here in Nashville with Norman's Nashville blues So come all you good time rounders listening to my sound And then drink a round to Nashville before they tear it down Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Hard weather, driving slow The buggies and the hats in town for the show Oh darling, the songs they played Are all I got left of the love we made Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine |
|||||
|
3:13 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
I had a real good mother and father
And they surely stood the test And now they're in bright glory And are sleeping on the savior's breast They set a good example for me And they taught me how to pray Now I truly converted And walking on the narrow way I know that if I can not meet them on high Then how lonely I will be For what good is my journey If I miss out on eternity I had a real good mother and father And they surely stood the test And now they're in bright glory And are sleeping on the savior's breast |
|||||
|
5:39 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
One monkey don't stop the show
One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board There is a purpose, a running keep There is a captain with a steady wheel One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the slow train Here comes the slow train Here comes the slow train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board She's at the station, running slow Ready for leaving and she's gonna go One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board |
|||||
|
3:15 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen
Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen And my dad was passing through Doing things a man will do And my mother was just a girl, seventeen It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all And I have a life to claim Though I really don't know my name It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name But it's written up in the sky And I'll see it by and by Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Well, I had a good mother and dad just the same Well, I had a good mother and dad just the same And they took me to their rest And they surely stood the test Yes, I had a good mother and dad, the same Well, there ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Just another baby born To a girl lost and lorn Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind And on the crowded street I see A stranger's face that looks like me Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind Well, there ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name But I'll see it by and by 'Cause it's written up in the sky Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name |
|||||
|
3:19 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Saw a girl on the street from my home
Like a fire on the hillside she shone And I knew right then that my best days were gone And I'd been, been in the lowlands too long Oh, I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long This is not how it was at the start There's a doubt and a blame in my heart And it's no one else, no fault but my own And I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long What is this weight in my mind And what is this new sense of time It's the open fields and the friends that are gone And I've been in the lowlands too long I can sing out at all sing a song I can do nothing all the day long But I can't do right and I know I'm wrong And I've been in the lowlands too long Oh I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long |
|||||
|
3:14 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet That's got a little left One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird that makes it home now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinking There's gotta be a song left to sing 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little note that ain't been used One little word ain't been abused a thousand times In a thousand rhymes One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird that makes it every now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinking Gotta be a song left to sign 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet 'Til there's nothing left |
|||||
|
5:03 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
I made a lover's prayer
I made a lover's prayer Then watched the sky Then wanted to cry It's only you and I And how I try So, I made a lover's prayer So, I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer Help me rise above What I'm thinking of Just a little more love Just a little more love I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer |
|||||
|
4:56 | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Soul Journey (2003)
Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone.
That's what I was when I just left home. I took every secret that I'd ever known And headed for the wall Like a wrecking ball. Started down a little road of sin Playin' bass under a pseudonym. The days were rough, and it's all quite dim, But my mind cuts through it all Like a wrecking ball. Oh, just a little 'Deadhead Who's watching, Who's watching. I's just a little 'Deadhead. Won a dollar on a scholarship. I got tired and let my average slip. And I's a farmer in the pogonip Of a weed that I recall was like a wrecking ball. I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin. She showed me colors I'd never seen And drank the bottom out of my canteen Then left me in the fall Like a wrecking ball. Standin there in the morning mist, A Jack & Coke at the end of my wrist. Yes, I remember when first we kissed, Though it was nothing at all Like a wrecking ball. Hey, boys, a little 'Deadhead Who's watching, Who's watching. I's just a little 'Deadhead, Too much trouble for me to shake Oh, the weather and the blinding ache We was ridin high 'til the eighty-nine quake Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall Like a wrecking ball. |
|||||
|
3:58 | ||||
from O Brother, Where Are Thou? (오 형제여, 어디에 있는가?) [ost] (2000)
Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away; To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away (I'll fly away). *I'll fly away, Oh Glory I'll fly away; (in the morning) When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away (I'll fly away). When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly away; Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away (I'll fly away) *Repeat Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away; To a land where joy shall never end, I'll fly away (I'll fly away) *Repeat |
|||||
|
1:58 | ||||
from O Brother, Where Are Thou? (오 형제여, 어디에 있는가?) [ost] (2000)
go to sleep little babe
go to sleep little babe your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay didn't leave nobody but the baby go to sleep little babe go to sleep little babe everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn didn't leave nobody but the baby you're a sweet little babe you're a sweet little babe honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop gonna bring a bottle to the baby don't you weep pretty babe don't you weep pretty babe she's long gone with her red shoes on gonna need another loving babe go to sleep little babe go to sleep little babe you and me and the devil makes three don't need no other lovin' babe go to sleep little babe go to sleep little babe come lay bones on the alabaster stones and be my everlovin baby |
|||||
|
3:48 | ||||
from The Horse Whisperer (호스 위스퍼러) [ost] (1998)
The finest silver needle
Shouldn't ever slide between When lovers stand as parting friends Gonna put myself on a leaving train And I won't come back again I could wait til morning If it don't come down today A dime says I won't be satisfied Gonna put myself on a leaving train And I won't come back again The words that go unspoken On the color of the sun And the coolin' air of the evening shade And the breathless hours on the sleeping phone And the last taillight on a leaving train And I won't come back again And I won't come back again |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Avalon Blues/ A Tribute To The Music Of Mississoppi John Hurt [tribute] (2001) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone
In them hollarin' pines He made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped to pass the time On one evening in back of my house, Caleb came around And he called my name 'til I came out with no one else around Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna wear them rattlin' chains. but when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name Where's your husband, Nellie Kane Where's your darling gone? Did he go on down the mountain side and leave you all alone? Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green to do some business there. Then Caleb threw that bottle down and grabbed me by my hair. Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna wear them rattlin' chains. but when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name He threw me on the needle bed, and on my dress he lay he held my hands above my head and I commenced to pray. I cried My God, I am your child send your angels down Then feelin' with my fingertips, the bottle neck I found I pulled that glass across his neck as fine as any blade, and I felt his blood run fast and hot around me where I laid. Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Authors: Rawlings/Welch
Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down. Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down. Goodbye, darling, I been good till now. I went walking with a girl as pure as milk. I went walking with a girl pure as milk. Standing on the corner, sweating through a yellow silk. Rocks in my pocket and a devil on my back. Rocks in my pockets and a devil on my back. You won't even come across the tracks. Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down. Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down. Goodbye, darling, I been good till now. |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Now I was just a girl of two
Now I was just a girl of two With a golden heart and a button shoe The devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me I turned my head and I could see The devil had a hold of me There was something wrong with the butcher's boy Was something wrong with the butcher's boy He trembled in his hand and voice The devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me The others knew to let him be But the devil had a hold of me Now the tailpipe spit and the engine roared The tailpipe spit and the engine roared I's waving out the Plymouth door And the devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me The old folks saw the last they'd see The devil had a hold of me I dreamed last night that my time was done I dreamed last night that my time was done And my soul flew up to the holy son But the devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me I snapped back down when he pulled my lead The devil had a hold of me There're those who'll laugh and not believe There're those who'll laugh and not believe Until you feel that touch upon your sleeve The devil had a hold of me The devil had a hold of me I turned my head and I could see The devil had a hold of me I turned my head and I could see The devil had a hold of me |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
I looked around and all up and down
I never wasted time on two or three There's only one girl for me There was a time she used to treat me fine But lately she's been acting awful stoned Makes a man weep alone eye dee oh lay ee tee eye dee leeldle odle ay oo ee tee eye dee oh lee tee lee tee deedle ohdle lee tee My Morphine be the death of me You should have seen me and my Morphine When we used to go dancing in the war Spin me right off the floor eye dee oh lay ee tee eye dee leeldle odle ee odle ee tee eye dee odle ee tee lee tee deedle odle lee tee My Morphine be the death of me Morphine, Morphine, what made you so mean? You never used to do me like you do Where's that sweet gal i knew? eye dee oh lee tee eye dee leedle odle ay odle ay tee eye dee oh lay tee lee tee deedle odle lee tee My Morphine be the death of me My Morphine |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun
What did I see ridin' out of the sun On the road from Lexington One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze Down on his saddle, low to his knees Comin' through my willow trees Now closer, the terrible work of the gun Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run But I knew my wayward son One mornin', one mornin' the boy of my breast Came to my door unable to rest Even in the arms of death |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
In the black dust towns of east Tennessee
All the work's about the same And you may not go to the job in the ground But you learn the miner's refrain I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole When you search the rain for the silver cloud And you wait on days of gold When you pitch to the bottom And the dirt comes down You cry so cold, so cold I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole Now there's something good in a worried song For the trouble in your soul 'Cause a worried man who's been a long way down Down in a deep dark hole I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole I'm down in a hole, I'm down in a hole, Down in a deep, dark hole I'm down in a deep, dark hole |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
I can't be called
Begged or bought If you want to be my Johnny on the spot Chorus: Honey now now now Honey now now now You know later won't Do me no good anyhow Honey now now now Front door's shut Back door too Blind's pulled down What you gonna do Chorus You take your time And get me sore Tell me what you want To keep waiting for Chorus Now now now Now now now Now now now Now now now You know later won't Do me no good anyhow Honey now now now |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Nobody knows what waits ahead
Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die And there the work of my own hand Be broken by and by Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die Sometimes it finds me fast asleep And wakes me where I lie Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die Forget my sins upon the wind My hobo soul will rise Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Round, round, I wanna go round
wanna see the rock of ages when my body gives out gonna read the final pages Oh, my mother who's gone she told me I should meet her Someday streets of gold Gonna guide me on to greet her Once my father sat down and told me of the prophets Matthew, Mark, Luke and John they're gone but not forgotten Round, round, I wanna go round wanna see the rock of ages til my body gives out gonna read the gospel pages Moses heard a voice it called him up the mountain forty days had set when Moses come a shoutin' Round, round, I wanna go round wanna see the rock of ages when my body gives out gonna read the final pages Round, round, I wanna go round wanna see the rock of ages til my body gives out gonna read the gospel pages Round, round, I wanna go round wanna see the rock of ages when my body gives out gonna read the final pages |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Nowhere man
And the whiskey girl Nowhere man And the whiskey girl They loaded up for A weekend in the underworld I'd take you down Honey if I could I'd take you down Honey if I could We'd find a place In the sunshine We'd be feeling good Don't you know That it ain't a crime Don't you know That it ain't a crime If all the squares And the junkmen Think you're out of line Nowhere man And the whiskey girl Nowhere man and The whiskey girl They loaded up for A weekend in the underworld |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Hell Among The Yearlings (2003)
Oh little red bird
Come to my window sill Been so lonesome Shaking that morning chill Oh little red bird Open your mouth and say Been so lonesome Just about flown away So long now I've been out In the rain and snow But winter's come and gone A little bird told me so Oh little blue bird Pearly feather breast Five cold nickels all I got left Oh little blue bird What am I gonna do Five cold nickels Ain't gonna see me through So long now I've been out In the rain and snow But winter's come and gone A little bird told me so Oh little black bird On my wire line Dark as trouble In this heart of mine Poor little black bird Sings a worried song Dark as trouble 'Til winter's come and gone So long now I've been out In the rain and snow But winter's come and gone A little bird told me so So long now I've been out In the rain and snow But winter's come and gone A little bird told me so |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
I am an orphan on God's highway
But I'll share my troubles if you go my way I have no mother no father No sister no brother I am an orphan girl I have had friendships pure and golden But the ties of kinship I have not known them I know no mother no father No sister no brother I am an orphan girl But when He calls me I will be able To meet my family at God's table I'll meet my mother my father My sister my brother No more orphan girl Blessed Savior make me willing And walk beside me until I'm with them Be my mother my father My sister my brother I am an orphan girl |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
I lease twenty acres and one Jenny mule
From the Alabama trust Half of the cotton, a third of the corn Ya get a handful of dust Chorus: And we can not have all things to please us No matter how we try Until we've all gone to Jesus We can only wonder why I had a daughter called her Annabelle She's the apple of my eye Tried to give her something like I never had I didn't want to ever hear her cry Chorus When I'm dead and buried I'll take a hard life of tears For every day I've ever known Anna's in the churchyard, she's got no life at all She's only got these words on a stone Chorus Until we've all gone to Jesus We only wonder why |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
I got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford The engine's clean, I could paint it someday But most of the time I like it this way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Well I used to talk tough, I used to get loud Want to paint my name all over this town The folks lined up just to dog my day Now if i stay quiet, they stay out of my way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got a brand new plan, I'm gonna help myself 'Cause it's a fat man's town, I'm gonna share the wealth Put the money in the bag, keep your hands in sight Turn around, count to ten, and I go back into the night Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Don't come over here, Don't scream don't cry Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got an old V-8 from the year I was born Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
Oh the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls Well she tosses and turns because the sun is unkind And the heat of the day is coming in through the blinds But leave all the blue skies for the rest of the world Because the neon will shine for the barroom girls Oh the barroom girls go by your side Like the ponies who pass on a carousel ride And all of the colors go 'round in a swirl When you dance in the arms of the barroom girls Now she rolls to her feet when she can't sleep no more And looks at her clothes lying out on the floor Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees But I missed those hills with the windy pines For their song seemed to suit me So I sent my wages to my home Said we'd soon be together For the next good crop would pay my way And I would come home forever One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home No work said the boss at the bunk house door There's a freeze on the branches So when the dice came out at the bar downtown I rolled and I took my chances One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home A long time ago I left my home Just a boy passing twenty Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer For my luck has turned against me One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home One more dollar Boys I'm going home |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
When I cross over
I will shout and sing I will know my savior By the mark where the nails have been By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been A man of riches May claim a crown of jewels But the king of heaven Can be told from the prince of fools By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been On Calvary Mountain Where they made him suffer so All my sin was paid for A long, long time ago By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
Paper wings, all torn and bent
But you made me feel that they were heaven sent Paper wings, not real at all But they took me high enough to really fall Your paper kisses faded too soon Just like a paper rose beneath a paper moon Paper wings, paper wings Oh how could I expect to fly with only paper wings Angels were singing, didn't you hear If only I'd listened close when they whispered in my ear Paper wings, paper wings Oh how could I expect to fly with only paper wings I tried to fly but found that I had only paper wings |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me When I was a child way back in the hills I laughed at the men who tended those stills But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream 'Cause Satan he lives in my whisky machine And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound So when I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
The fairest bloom the mountain knows
Is not an iris or a wild rose But the little flower of which I'll tell Known as the brave acony bell Just a simple flower so small and plain With a pearly hue and a little known name But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom For they know that spring is coming soon Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills And it tells the world "why should i wait This ice and snow is gonna melt away" And so i'll sing that yellow bird's song For the troubled times will soon be gone |
|||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Revival (2003)
There's a hundred bluebirds
Up above the clouds Putting all the color in the sky And twice as many teardrops There to wash it down Every one's another lullaby But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely There's a world of trouble Trying to take its turn I can hear it shaking underground And half a dozen lessons I might never learn Not until them troubles come around But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely There's a mile of blacktop Where the road begins It takes a time or two to recognize Growing at the roadside Scattered by the wind Are everybody's unsaid sad goodbyes But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely |
|||||
|
5:01 | ||||
from 애스트로넛 파머 (The Astronaut Farmer) (2009)
I made a lover's prayer
I made a lover's prayer Then watched the sky Then wanted to cry It's only you and I And how I try So, I made a lover's prayer So, I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer Help me rise above What I'm thinking of Just a little more love Just a little more love I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer |
|||||
|
3:39 | ||||
from Jerry Lee Lewis - Mean Old Man [18 Track Version] (2010) | |||||
|
3:04 | ||||
from Jerry Lee Lewis - Mean Old Man [18 Track Version] (2010) | |||||
|
3:58 | ||||
from O Brother, Where Art Thou? [10th Anniversary Deluxe Edition] (오 형제여, 어디에 있는가?) [ost] (2011) | |||||
|
1:59 | ||||
from O Brother, Where Art Thou? [10th Anniversary Deluxe Edition] (오 형제여, 어디에 있는가?) [ost] (2011) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - When A Cowboy Trades His Spurs For Wings [digital single] (2019) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - All The Good Times (2020) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch, David Rawlings - I Just Came Home To Count The Memories [digital single] (2022) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Something Borrowed, Something New: A Tribute to John Anderson [tribute] (2022) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Dark Was The Night (Red Hot Compilation) [omnibus] (2009) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Parker Millsap - Wilderness Within You [digital single] (2023) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Down From The Mountain (다운 프럼 더 마운튼) [ost] (2001) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Down From The Mountain (다운 프럼 더 마운튼) [ost] (2001) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Down From The Mountain (다운 프럼 더 마운튼) [ost] (2001) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from The Astronaut Farmer (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (애스트로넛 파머) by Stuart Matthewman [ost] (2007) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - The Harrow & The Harvest (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) | |||||
|
- | ||||
from Gillian Welch - Boots No.1 : The Official Revival Bootleg (2018) |