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Love in a Moving Van
03:41
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We’ll find love in a U-Haul truck
Start with a gamble and follow our luck
How do we handle when the road gets rough?
That’s love in a U-Haul truck
We’ll find love in a moving van
Pack it to the edges with as much as we can
Anything we leave behind, we’ll build again
That’s love in a moving van
It all comes out on the other side
And we arrive with something to show
If it all falls down, we’ll set it up right
We can go
We’ll find love in a trailer on the back
When the lifting’s giving me a heart attack
You revive me when I get off track
That’s love in a trailer on the back
We’ll find love in a folded-down seat
Make more room when our tempers meet
Get out the cases and line ’em up neat
That’s love in a folded-down seat
We can go
We can go
We can go
We’ll find love in the front of the cab
With your hand on my knee and my foot on the dash
We can get there slow or we can get there fast
‘Cause it’s love in the front of the cab
And we all want a love like that
We all want a love like that
We all want a love like that
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2. |
Devil's Rolling Pin
03:13
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It was one of those days in the dark
When the world’s made a terrible mark
On my softened skin that I covered up after the fact
It was colder than I thought
I said “I’m never gonna leave this spot”
And I got down low like the place was under attack
The March wind was a trickster
He was cooking up a mixture
Of all that winter left there on the shelf
I was shaking in my cotton shirt
Complaining how my body hurt
Staying at home feeling sorry for myself
“Put on your shoes! It’s up to you
You gotta move those feet or the demon’s gonna do you in
You can lie down when you’re dead.”
Said the voice in the back of my head
I don’t wanna live under the devil’s rolling pin
There’s a club at the end of the block
And the beer list’s written in chalk
I walked right in like I was going back for more
I said “Is this seat taken?”
I fear my back is breakin’”
The thin man at the table said “It’s yours”
That high and lonesome sound
Those guys were pickin’ hounds
Weaving in and out of the microphone stands
We raised a mason jar to Scruggs
Tore up that old bar rug
’Til my ice cold bones didn’t bother me so bad
The wholesome rugged band
Had the whole room in their hands
When they said goodnight we hollered “Play one more!”
Everyone was feeling fine
They did the last one double time
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been this way before
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3. |
Brave Parade
03:20
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It’s OK, I’m not afraid
Marching in this brave parade
With all the souls who’ve crawled back up
Who bet despite their crazy luck
Who choose to love in an angry age
Refuse to bend to spite or rage
Who aren’t afraid of bad reviews
And don’t care if they win or lose
Who know that all the money’s probably spent
Every deadline came and went
Who know that love is not a game
And life is equal joy and pain
Who love moonlight across the bed
Question every word that’s said
Who celebrate every victory
And aren’t afraid of mystery
Who aren’t afraid of leaving town
Giving up or falling down
Throwing everything to chance
Fighting for a new romance
Who look between the skin and bones
Who long for comfort, ache for home
Who love the poets and the sky
The drifters and the ones who cry
So here’s a toast to the underdogs
The little boats lost in the fog
The ones who don’t quite fit the mold
Who never do what they are told
Who know that sad songs matter most
Who face the music and the ghosts
The lovers and the second best
Who have no medals on their chest
It’s OK, I’m not afraid
Marching in this brave parade
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4. |
Never Enough
03:07
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Nothing comes apart
Like a mother’s good heart
When her boy’s been living rough
She lit another candle for his soul
But it was never enough
She came here looking for peace
In all her worry and grief
Calling up to heaven
And hoping for a little relief
She bowed her head
Like the good book said
Trying hard to settle up
She said another prayer to keep him safe
But it was never enough
She came here looking for peace
In all her worry and grief
Calling up to heaven
And hoping for a little relief
But those words can’t bury the beast
He’s gonna come out and bare his teeth
Calling up to heaven
And hoping for a little release
She cried “Oh won’t you put me back together
I know that I’ve been gone a long time
I know I’m gonna have to do better
Lord, won’t you save my child”
If the good lord knows
Everything that goes on
He’s gonna call her bluff
She put another dollar in the bowl
But it was never enough
She came here looking for peace
In all her worry and grief
Calling up to heaven
And hoping for a little relief
But those words can’t bury the beast
He’s gonna come out and bare his teeth
Calling up to heaven
And hoping for a little release
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5. |
Oleaster
03:59
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So we grow from the earth
Believe what we see
That a seed makes a tree
And we are all we can be
And that time is a measure of worth
We yearn to be upright
The award of evolution
We insist on conclusion
One full revolution
But the day doesn’t end, it just rolls into night
The day doesn’t end, it just rolls into night
Bear in mind all that came before
How the stems rose from the ashes
To be ashes once more
And all that comes after
All that’s in store
Oh Oleaster
We are tethered, we are towers
We rise above the peat
Keep the dirt at our feet
Like we’re not part of that beat
And what we get from the ground is ours
Determined to steer
We stand on the curve
Not enough to observe
We think we deserve
The whole world that brought us here
That we can decide
to be anywhere on its arc
And we’ll be fine
That we choose when time starts
The rest will adjust
The orbit will shift
We predict
Cause we are it
And everything revolves around us
Take this forward direction
Not as a lurch
But like a bird in perfect flight
From its temporary perch
The day doesn’t end
It just rolls into night
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6. |
Numbers Game
03:27
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This is an account
Bankrolled by the boys
In the back room with the bar tab
And the noise
Ashamed of how we acted
Too busy and distracted
We made a choice
This is an account
Bound up in a book
That no one tried to open
For the trouble that it took
If it was reckoning or risk
Or something that we missed
We never looked
Lift their faces off the page
Bring a light and love and honour to their names
This is more than just a numbers game
This is a count
This is a roll call
A gathering at last to tell
The story of us all
So it begins
Uncovering our skin, our limbs
Our backs against the wall
This is a count
A nod, a mark
A question, Are you present
Are you out there in the dark
Are you alive
Are you waiting to be recognized
In these parts
As for the rest
To confess
It was a simple act of negligence
A calculated guess
This is an account
The voice of the victim
A second generation’s
First telling of what hit them
One perspective
But this is how it starts, we respect it
We start a record
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7. |
Take This Mountain
03:58
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So you say, so you say
There’s a mountain in your way
Casts a shadow on your days
So you say, so you say
Take a breath and soon you’ll see
More than trouble at your feet
And the climb is not so steep
Take a breath and soon you’ll see
Take this mountain and make it yours
Don’t try to move it anymore
Let that rest be your reward
Take this mountain and make it yours
On the side you can build a house
With a window looking out
Down the valley where you left your doubt
On the side you can build a house
But stay close to the winding stream
It’ll wash away those bitter dreams
‘Til the water runs clean
Stay close to the winding stream
There’s an early train
There’s an empty lane
That stretches out across the range
So don’t look up for who to blame
When there’s a mountain in your way
You will sleep like a grizzly bear
When you wake, that mountain air
Will fill your lungs and comb your hair
You will sleep like a grizzly bear
So you say, so you say
There’s a mountain in your way
Well that mountain’s what you make
So you say, so you say
You’ll take that mountain and make it yours
Won’t try to move it anymore
Let that rest be your reward
Take that mountain and make it yours
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8. |
Tennessee Waltz
03:35
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I was waltzing with my darlin’ to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
Introduced him to my darlin’ and while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playing
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz
Now I wonder how a dance like the Tennessee Waltz
Could have broken my heart so complete
Well I couldn’t blame my darlin’
Who could help from fallin’ in love with my darlin’ so sweet
No, it must be the fault of the Tennessee Waltz
Wish I’d known just how much it would cost
But I didn’t see it comin’, it’s all over but the cryin’
Blame it all on the Tennessee Waltz
Now she’s dancin’ in the darkness to the Tennessee Waltz
And I feel like I’m falling apart
And it’s stronger than drink and deeper than sorrow
This darkness she left in my heart
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
And I know just how much I have lost
I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playin’
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz
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9. |
The Love I Know
05:26
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Call off all the neighbours
I’ll try to keep it down
Don’t do me any favours
I’ll show myself around
When I close the door behind me
I’ll leave the latch undone
You know where to find me
I’m not gonna run
If you’re gonna get here, I hope you get here soon
I’m leaving all the lights on, waiting up for you
With nothing to show but the distance between
The love I know and the love I’ve seen
I never learned to listen
I never learned to ask
I don’t know what I’m missing
But I’m scared it’s come to pass
I hold this heart together
With a needle and thread
I keep pulling for the better days
Coming up ahead
If you asked, I’d say I must be the last
In a long line
Still stealing glances, thought I’d have all the answers
After all this time
The papers don’t deliver here
No salesmen come to call
Nothing to lose out of fear
No words at all
If I could close this space between us
We’d be howling at the moon
But all I’ve got is patience
And this calendar of dates
And no one else in the room
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10. |
My Baby Can Fix a Bike
03:05
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My baby can fix a bike
He’s good with his hands and he knows what I like
When he tightens the spokes my temperature spikes
My baby can fix a bike
He’s got talent that couldn’t be taught
He knows balance and he knows what he’s got
He puts every piece in the perfect spot
My baby can fix a bike
In this world of cracks and breaks
All the wear and tear of past mistakes
He’s the one who can make it all right
My baby can fix a bike
He’s the quiet kind who won’t deny a favour
And he’s warm under all of those layers
Don’t buy the parts if you can’t do the labour
My baby can fix a bike
We are all complicated machines
And we’re marked by the places we’ve been
But this one rides like a dream
Cuz my baby can fix a bike
We’re blinded by shine and scared of rust
It’s harder to climb, even harder to trust
I’ve got a smooth-runnin’ lovin’ affair
He keeps me in good repair
All the others keep begging me to choose them
But all these intricate gears just confuse them
He’s got the tools and he knows how to use them
My baby can fix a bike
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Shawna Caspi Toronto, Ontario
Shawna Caspi – a connector of curious humans – is a singer, a poet, a painter, a fingerstyle guitar player.
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