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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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