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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
Daylight, comes a sound
We walked across Clifton Bridge Which way would it be, up or down? We laid our cards on the table I woke up before the sun Which way is the way Between the heart and the soul You spoke with my words tangled up inside Some people come here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls Some people came here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls We both have tragedy In our youth I met your brother and sister They stood by me in the ring Your green eyes in the sun Some people come here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls Some people came here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls Some people come here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls Some people came here to die We came here to live There's a hope in our hearts There's a future in our souls There's a future in our souls There's a future in our souls Daylight, comes a sound We walked across Clifton Bridge Which way would be, up or down? |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
I found a coin in the dirt
Sisters in times of sorrow Sisters in times of joy What happens now is yours Uncles will shake themselves Then they'll go back to ploughing Under the willow tree right where our eyes meet You are Keith, you are Keith See how much this tree has grown This tree has grown I found a field to take you with me Pheasants in the wind break Pheasants in the [Incomprehensible] You will only shoot the song birds The little ones have only friends The little ones have only friends Under the willow tree right where our eyes meet You are Keith, you are Keith See how much this tree has grown This tree has grown You are Keith, you are Keith See how much this tree has grown This tree has grown This tree has grown This tree has grown See how much this tree has grown This tree has grown |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
The weeds have grown in the playground
House we lived in fell down Your mother's cryin', my father Has left and gone downtown Look into the night See if we can find a place to be Across the highway with no lights Far enough to believe in This life, this dream and Our belonging picks us up Look into the night Jealous young tree We planted in our youth and I see Jealous young tree Old enough to believe in This life, this dream and Our belonging picks us up Look into the night Your eyes I remember In mind still the same Your eyes I remember In mind still the same We build our house while some fall down You must hide the ground we walk on Look into the night And see if we can find a place to be Across the highway with no lights Far enough to believe in This life, this dream and Our belonging picks us up Look into the night Weeds have grown in the playground The house we lived in fell down |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
I've come to fetch my Carol
I've wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the sound of love Is the sound of love Where she falls in the leaves and [Incomprehensible] I know the beauty of her song The blood of priests run in her veins She shakes her fists when [Incomprehensible] Stronger still is light of her soul Is the light of her soul And I've come to help her now My footsteps follow Her black hair in my face My arms around her waist My love for her is a speckled bird Animal leading in the snow Slink back under the falling steps Black rights and crooked sticks Unforeseen victims of modern sin Walk the dark ring and then more Daylight brings the bells of joy The bells of joy I've come to help her now My footsteps follow Her black hair in my face My arms around her waist I've come to fetch my Carol I've wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the sound of love Is the sound of love |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
My one book philosophy
Back when we ran free And played under the sun A honeymoon no more The streets and the cities And did you lie awake? Though your dreams become too steep And slip under an icy tree My one book philosophy Found us out, found us deep Found us in tomorrow Well, my book is a shallow stream And my book is a cloudy island My one book philosophy You don't need my book no more Then I become a hobo in a hobo can Burnt beans by the fire side Oh, my baby's been cryin' Oh, my baby's been cryin' You don't need my book no more Then I become a hobo Oh, my baby's been cryin' And I don't have a home no more Oh, my one book philosophy Back when we were free And played under the sun |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
Once I lost my self-respect
I was stranded in blue and all by myself Then my luck came up to me I want to ride with you by the sea Oh, my love These traveling blues got a hold of me It makes no difference what you do or where you stay When you come home, you will know your name A gypsy by the footprints standing in the rain Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express True the station was empty then Light bulbs were broken, announcements grim Children to follow, how they talk Children to follow, where they walk Where's my home? How could I lose this in a day? It makes no difference what you do or where you stay When you come home, you will know your name A gypsy by the footprints standing in the rain Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Ancient survivor from the parish far away With the dream they all share Words fly through the station Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express Here comes the National Express |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
Poor Michael's boat is taking in water
That won't surprise some of you He set off with so many big plans Ain't it funny how big plans fall through Still I trust in one moment there with you Know when that's a chance I will take [Incomprehensible] I still got away in poor Michael's boat I will for my love dress made of linen With diamonds and pearls Same for me, how little [Incomprehensible] left you Away from the shore Still I trust in one moment there with you Know when that's a chance I will take [Incomprehensible] I still got away in poor Michael's boat Just you take a walk down by little church See the red face in the sun Know that when you walk in his name There goes you and the one with grace and love Still I trust in one moment there with you Know when that's a chance I will take [Incomprehensible] I still got away in poor Michael's boat Poor Michael's boat is taking in water That won't surprise some of you Poor Michael's boat is taking in water That won't surprise some of you |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
There's such joy and sweet moments
To be found in this world We know they'll come to an end Just how makes our hearts hurt Salvation blues and these blues will help us all [Incomprehensible] 'Til we do something good In the morning, the things we once did Overboard, false friends ignored All these long ends and the gifts we had to give How did we live? Tuesday is trash day Leave the clothes outside the door Salvation blues and these blues will help us all There's all kinds of death tricks Roamin' in these hills There's all kinds of medicine That will make you ill Salvation blues and these blues will help us all [Incomprehensible] 'Til we do something good In the morning, the things we once did Overboard, false friends ignored All these long ends and the gifts we had to give How did we live? Tuesday is trash day Leave the clothes outside the door Salvation blues and these blues will help us all There's such joy and sweet moments To be found in this world There's such joy and sweet moments To be found in this world Such joy in sweet moments To be found in this world There's such joy and sweet moments To be found in this world |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
Once Sandy Denny was young
And she wore a school girl's uniform Windows of our lives become boarded up in time Decisions made for spite And we're unprepared for life The things we dislike in others We find in ourselves Summer left us with one Summer left us with one Summer left us with one Acting like a boy with a man Music halls like belonging They scatter in the wind Fruits stands bend and break in the distance Decisions made for spite And we're unprepared for life The things we dislike in others We find in ourselves Summer left us with one Summer left us with one Summer left us with one And I remember I broke in hello The way the bottles flew And so we go on alone Fruits stands bend and break in the distance Decisions made for spite And we're unprepared for life The things we dislike in others We find in ourselves Summer left us with one Summer left us with one Summer left us with one Once Sandy Denny was young And she wore a school girl's uniform |
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from Mark Olson - The Salvation Blues (2007)
I remember our winter song
Slipping on a frozen lake There I'll miss you when you're gone Oh, this winter song Another cup of Brunel wine Dreams that once seemed so sweet Are silent empty streets Streets of tears stained walks go by And I'll miss you when you're near You're thoughts are just like the stars Saturdays, hope is raised By endless stories of desire And I remember our winter song Another cup of Brunel wine Saturdays, hope is raised By endless stories of desire And I remember our winter song Another cup of Brunel wine I remember our winter song Slipping on a frozen lake There I'll miss you when you're gone Oh, this winter song Another cup of Brunel wine |
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