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Carry Me Over
03:57
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Around this place my feet are tired from carrying me over the land
With my head in the clouds, you know that i'm lucky if i don't hit the ceiling fan
My arms in between, hanging on a bean for a body, but it's all in one piece
In my second hand dress
my hair in a mess
my head in the clouds
and my feet
carrying me over the land
But I walk with out fight, left after right, trying to be light on the land
There's a million things wrong, a million sad songs, a million lives left in ghost towns,
my mother would say "it'll be ok, just do what you can, what you can"
but with the weight of the world and the weight of this girl
my feet are tired from carrying, carrying me over the land
Oh one day I'll get tired, my body will fall, bury me deep in the ground
let the roots of the trees wrap around my body, let my soul be heaven bound
If the wind misbehaves, leads me to an early grave,
when my feet can no longer stand
You'll know that i'm fine, they're tired from trying to carry me over the land, carry me over the land.
In my second hand dress
my hair in a mess
my head in the clouds and my feet
Carrying me over the land
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2. |
Kill the Alarm
02:06
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Oh, no, the rooster crows, going on and on about the morning
I don't want to get up, so I'm doing my best to ignore him
Will these crumbs keep you quiet? If so then take the muffin top
but if that don't satisfy it, I'm going to chuck this big ol' rock
And if that rock don't make you hush I'm going to look for something bigger
How about this whiskey bottle after I take the final swig here
And if this whiskey bottle don't work I don't know what else to try
but if I hear another chirp one of us is going to die
Oh no ma, it wasn't me, I don't know where that rooster's gone
and sorry I missed my morning chores...
I must of slept to long!
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3. |
Tiger Tame
02:34
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It ain't easy to be cool when your feelings aren't the same
it's hard to keep the tiger tiger
tame
it ain't easy to keep it tame
when the tiger is out, there's no pulling on the reigns
it ain't easy to keep it tame
It ain't easy to be kind when you're feeling pretty mean
it's hard to keep the kitchen kitchen
clean
it ain't easy to keep it clean
when the dishes are dirty, you're feeling pretty mean
it ain't easy to keep it clean
How am I suppose to be the one
smiling, shining, having all the fun
when the dishes are dirty
you're feeling pretty mean
how am I suppose to keep it clean?
when the tiger's out there's no pulling on the reigns
it ain't easy to keep it tame.
it ain't easy. it ain't easy. it ain't easy.
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4. |
Earl Grey Morning
04:50
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The honey pours slow when it's cold outside
takes me an hour to sweeten' my tea
I crawled out of bed late waiting for the sun to
shine through the shadows that keep falling on me
It's an Earl Grey morning
i fill my mason jar
no sugar baby
i'm waiting for my honey to pour
The kettle howls from across the house
the sirens outside roll down the street
every direction is coming at me loud
calm down darling, sit and have a drink
of this earl grey morning
i fill my mason jar
no sugar baby
i'm waiting for my honey to pour
You take yours straight
are done before I have time to let mine cool
you don't have to say it, i can read the signs
both of us playing the fool
on this earl grey morning
i fill my mason jar
no sugar baby
i'm waiting for my honey to pour
but I like the way you hang your gaze on my face
like it's a coat rack and you're warm inside
lean me up against the wall,
i'll try to hold on to it all before you break or my arms get tired
of this earl grey morning
i fill my mason jar
no sugar baby
i'm waiting for my honey to pour
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5. |
A Cripplin' Creek
02:45
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Stole my daddy's ol' guitar
took it for a trip down to the bar
sing you a song if you fill my cup
I'll sing all night if you keep it up
Going to the creek just to have a little fun
going to the creek just to have a little fun
Took my sister's little banjo
she's out on the town, she'll never know
but it must be broken, something's wrong
it only plays this one little song
Going to the creek just to have a little fun
going to the creek just to have a little fun
In Montana when I had my fill
I slept right there at the distill'
that moonshine's a powerful thing
some might call it a cripplin'
Going to the creek just to have a little fun
going to the creek just to have a little fun
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6. |
Just Because You Can
02:05
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you could make me fall for you
you know what i like
you've seen how i do
you got those long arms outstretched
to catch me and they could
but just because you can doesn't mean you should
take those big baby hands and elephant knees
and go push on some other somebody please
i know you believe it's true, but the landing's no good
just because you can doesn't mean you should
you have rung many a bell
you got that smile that you wear so well
but don't bring that walk round my neighborhood
just because you can doesn't mean you should
take those forever eyes and coyote grin
and knock on the door of some other girlfriend
this one has closed
you knew that it would
just because you can doesn't mean you should
just because you can doesn't mean you should
doesn't mean you should
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7. |
Waiting for the Taker
04:28
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Leave me cherry pie waiting on the table
believe that i never could resist
a lone cowboy dies laying in the gutter
you with your droopy eyes I am going to miss
singin' tai-yi-tai-yi-yippee-kai-yay
but it's you and me old man waiting for the taker
big head and body spread across the kitchen floor
lay your heavy head in my lap, don't shake dear
it'll be you and me again coming back for more
singin' tai-yi-tai-yi-yippee-kai-yay
Did you hear the one about pressing rewind
on the country western track
your dog lives, you don't hit that line, and you get your baby back
i want to stop the time
i want to stop the time
but it's you and me old man waiting for the taker
big head and body spread across the kitchen floor
lay your heavy head in my lap, don't shake dear
it'll be you and me again coming back for more
singin' tai-yi-tai-yi-yippee-kai-yay
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When you're calling on the goddesses and the keepers of the land
to keep you safe amongst your travels on this road that winds and bends
when you're longing for familiar conversation from old friends
but landing on the doorsteps of new ones...
Don't show up empty handed
keep priorities straight
strange gets familiar at an alarming rate
when you're night to night
door to door
couch to couch
you connect the dots a lot
it doesn't hurt to show up with cheap wine
and dark chocolate...
The vintage doesn't matter
the budget's understood
(just make sure the chocolate is good)
if your rambling heart is jumping off a cliff and you would follow
bring something to munch on
something to swollow...
Cheap wine and dark chocolate
keep priorities straight
strange gets familiar at an alarming rate
when you're night to night
door to door
couch to
airstream to
futon to
floor
bring something to munch on
something to pour
Cheap wine and dark chocolate
keep priorities straight
strange gets familiar at an alarming rate
when you're night to night
door to door
couch to couch
you connect the dots a lot
It don't hurt to show up with cheap wine
and dark chocolate
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9. |
Don't Drink the Water
02:46
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Using bodies, vehicles to get around
I was waiting, that is understating
the sound of the artesian well falling on the concrete
never resting, still soaking that ol' street
we keep coming back, filling bottles and jugs
we keep coming back, punks, state workers and thugs
all are thirsty, seeking the source of the Sound
using bodies as vehicles to get around
run, walk, bike, run, walk, bike, run, walk, run, walk, run, walk, bike, fuck
my body is strong
but my heart's had hard luck
i was training for a marathon on the wrong trail
now I'm riding the train the wrong way on the rail
we keep coming back, it's all i know how to do
we keep coming back, i am waiting for you
they say if you drink it you can only get so far
without coming back
run, walk, bike, run, walk, bike, run, walk, run, walk, run, walk, bike, fuck
my body is strong
but my heart's had hard luck
we keep coming back, it's all I know how to do
we keep coming back, I am waiting for you
we keep coming back, filling bottles and jugs
we keep coming back, punks, state workers, and thugs
they say if you drink it you can only get so far
without coming back.
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10. |
Rocking Chair
05:09
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Bottles up, Oh Susanna, round her neck a white bandana
bouncing a banjo on her knee, ain't got room for a baby
Oh, rocking chair
Dinah's not in the kitchen there
Sitting down by the fire low
strumming away on that ol' banjo
Mmm, bake them biscuits brown boys
Head on into town, girls, head on into town
Mmm, bake them biscuits brown boys
Head on into town, girls, head on into town
I've been meaning to tell you,
to tell you now, to tell you now, to tell you now
nobody's going to take you down
nobody's going to take you down
Dragonfly wings, they're shining brighter in the summertime
Some are yours some are mine, sweet and sour on that blackberry vine
Oh, rocking chair
Dinah's not in the kitchen there
Sitting down by the fire low
Strumming away on that ol' banjo
Another round, we'll dance and twirl
I ain't going to be your pretty little girl
I'll swing you round if that's the calling
but don't you try and call me darling
Oh, rocking chair
I'm only in the kitchen if my friends are in there
Beer and cornbread, singin' a tune
Lickin' all the batter off the wooden spoons
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11. |
River Dweller
03:23
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I once knew a river dweller
she was quite a feller
and I always tried to tell her
she was the one for me
The first time that I saw her
knee deep in murky water
catching catfish for the fire
underneath that old oak tree
She dried her legs in burlap
opened up her knapsack
said hey there what you looking at
come have a bite to eat
so i offered her my whiskey
it came back to me empty
she said a girl can sure get thirsty
in this Mississippi heat
I picked up my guitar
while she smoke on her cigar
and i tried to serenade her
oh so earnestly
she said i know what you're doing
but you can quit your woo'in
I'm just fine here on my own
I don't care much for company
I once knew a river dweller
she was quite a feller
and I always tried to tell her
she was the one for me
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I sing low in the morning and I sing high in the afternoon
oh yes the daylight, oh yes the daylight
and when it gets late night I sing out of tune
I can't help it when I feel like singing
I can't help it if I don't know the words
I sing out some song sounds with or without meaning
Just to be singing, I don't care if I'm heard
I run slow in the morning and I run hard if I'm in the mood
I create the time and space to move at my own pace
I'm not trying to win a race, it's just to feel good
I can't help it if I feel like running
I can't help it if I don't know the way
I got two feet to move on, a body that's strong
I ate a big breakfast, and I got all day
I dance weird if you're looking and I dance even more weird if the spirit moves me.
If you can't get crazy when you are dancing, where are you going to get crazy?
Where are you going to get crazy?
I can't help it if I feel like dancing
I can't help it if I can't keep a beat
That's not the point here
The point of dancing is just to let your spirit move free
You sing low in the morning and you sing high in the afternoon
I love to hear you, to hear you singing
Whether you're singing in or out of tune
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13. |
Broom Solo
01:31
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If you're gonna make a mess mess, sweep it up up
If you're gonna make a mess, sweep it up up
If you're gonna make a mess, sweep it up, sweep it up up
sweep it up up sweep it up up
broke another bottle, sweep it up, sweep it up up
lipstick on the collar, sweep it up, sweep it up up
doing lots of dishin', sweep it up, sweep it up up
windows in the mission, sweep it up up
Don't push it to the corner or underneath the rug
it'll still be waiting for you when you go to pull the plug
Oh, if you're gonna make a mess mess, sweep it up up
If you're gonna make a mess, sweep it up up
If you're gonna make a mess, sweep it up, sweep it up up
sweep it up up sweep it up up.......broom solo!
Don't push it to the corner or underneath the rug
it'll still be waiting for you when you go to pull the plug
Oh if you're gonna make a mess..
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14. |
The Cuckoo
05:05
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traditional
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Kendl Winter Olympia, Washington
Kendl Winter is an Arkansas born songwriter and instrumentalist living in Olympia, WA. She is half the Americana duo The Lowest Pair and has released solo work on K Records and Team Love Records. Her most recent endeavor, "Banjo Mantras", is an instrumental and improvisational clawhammer banjo album exploring various tunings and textures. ... more
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