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Muddy Water
02:50
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Muddy Water
Don’t you get tired of the same old thing
Don’t you lose much when you give it away
Don’t you lose much and what have you gained
And what will your sweet baby carry away
I dreamed of the muddy water
It’s so hard to handle, to walk a straight line
When he’s moving ahead and I’m drifting behind
I’m drifting behind trying to keep up with him
And it’s the same sad luck story I’ve come to again
I dreamed of the muddy water
Don’t you get tired of the same old thing
Don’t you lose much when you give it away
Don’t you lose much and what have you found
And what if your sweet baby laid you right down
In the muddy water, I dreamed of the muddy water
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2. |
Stranger Be Mine
03:11
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Stranger Be Mine
A stranger’s hand, I turn away
Lay my weary head upon the fray
Some part of me still turns to you
The music swells and all around us fades
Come lift me up
Come drink from my cup
Stranger, be mine
The boys in drag, so full and femme
That I could feel as pure in my own skin
Like he never laid his hands on me
Formed the finite curve of serpentine
Come lift me up
Come drink from my cup
Stranger, be mine
The life you give could be your own
Uncovered in the undertow
Stranger, be mine
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3. |
King of Everything
03:32
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King of Everything
I am the king of everything
Yes, I am the king
I sit upon my golden throne
And wave my ruby ring
I walk the halls and I rock the walls
With revolutionary words
I come on like a hurricane
And fly off on the wings of my blackbird, my blackbird
Many bow before me now
As I claim my rightful place
I’m feeling good and being heard
I’ve got confidence and grace
I walk the halls and I rock the walls
With revolutionary words
I come on like a hurricane
And fly off on the wings of my blackbird, my blackbird
I am the king of everything
I am the king
I sit atop all that I’ve got
I’ve got all that I need
I walk the halls and I rock the walls
With revolutionary words
I come on like a hurricane
And fly off on the wings of my blackbird, my blackbird
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Josephine
03:05
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Josephine
It’s the same story that it always was
I need a strong hand to lift me up
Above a beautiful and fractured love
Soothe the damage with a cool silk glove
The gentle longing and the sweet release
It’s the same story that it’s always been
So don’t be cruel
Josephine
I pour whiskey in my coffee cup
You want something of your own, baby
Like diamonds on your cake plate
Marakesh leather and Venetian lace
And your wings, like Noah’s dove
Fall against me and I just give up
So don’t be cruel
Josephine
This ain’t nothing like what I thought
The tightrope I’m walking is all I’ve got
If you left tomorrow and never looked back
Could you just stop thinking about me
Don’t be cruel
Let an innocent fire die out
You’re like a kitten running up a tree
Without a second thought for what that brings
When I want to wrap you in my arms
Lace my fingers through your tangled hair
So don’t be cruel
Josephine
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5. |
Ordinary Things
03:33
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Ordinary Things
The cradle robbed my baby
She sleeps out in the rain
Her hammock spun from silken thread
And wrapped in cellophane
The cradle robbed my baby
So she rocks herself to sleep
The kitchen is a-flooding
And that tinderbox won’t keep
Hurricane, oh hurricane
I gaze upon your starry eye
As I listen for the rumble of
The engine from the other side
A widow to a season
Can’t unring a bell
Or cut it from a different cloth
And wear it just as well
The cradle robbed my baby
Took her golden wings
And left her with a tangled mess
Of ordinary things
Hurricane, oh hurricane
I gaze upon your starry eye
As I listen for the rumble of
The freight train on the other side
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6. |
The Cut
02:51
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The Cut
Did it snow while you were sleeping
Did I leave without a sound
Take my last love letter
Move it to higher ground
Did I try to make you happy
Try living in your world
Sad scenes of self destruction
Because I never was that girl
The cut is still bleeding
Deep inside your little runaway
The cut is still bleeding
It won’t ever go away
At times I try to look back
On the tenderness we shared
Through the pain and for a meaning
But I still can’t see myself there
In the snow while you were sleeping
In the girl who made no sound
Did I hurt you much by leaving
Trying to save myself
The cut is still bleeding
Deep inside your little runaway
The cut is still bleeding
It won’t ever go away
The cut is still bleeding
The cut is still bleeding
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7. |
All Your Misfortune
03:56
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All Your Misfortune
Felt like a Saturday morning
I was alone when we met
And you clung like burnt sugar to the kettle so black
But everything changes
Even things that we hold
And if we never unpack them they will never unfold
All your misfortune is none of my own
My education
How could you not see
It’s tender at midnight and so lonesome all day
It’s a brown sugar stallion
So sleek and so fine
As a bitter cold morning and his flesh under mine
All your misfortune is none of my own
Now I want to see you
So I reach for the sun
And take in the air with each breath as it comes
The steam from the valley
Warms the chill in my lungs
So I pull back the mane and face the hard morning
All your misfortune is none of my own
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8. |
Hold My Life
03:02
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Hold My Life
The first star I wished on
When I was a child
Shone with a silvery light
Love held promises
Fiery and wild
Guiding me through the dark night
I wanted something
Completely unplanned
Something like I’d never known
Precious and perfect
To hold in my hand
It’s no different now that I’m grown
Hold my life
I’m waiting for something more
All my dreams
Are scattered like diamonds
On a dusty old floor
The first star I wished on
When I was a child
Is the same one I wished on last night
And love, with promises
Fiery and wild
Danced in the silvery light
Hold my life
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9. |
Another Tree Falls
02:13
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Another Tree Falls
Star above star, a sunrise glow
The shimmer from an abalone pearl
A measure of the mourning dove
Another tree falls in the wood
Painted in fire, bathed every vein
A matchstick to the hollow of the floor
The nettle and the fern, the weight and the burn
Another tree falls in the wood
Star above star, a blackbird's wing
Bitter frost upon the evergreen
Bending in flight, swayed to the curve
Another tree falls in the wood
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10. |
Lowlands
03:14
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Lowlands
My grandmother on the bayou
She looked me in the eye and said you’re better than this
And if you don’t believe you deserve more, well then promise me
You will lie to yourself
So I cast out the seeds of my hopes and my dreams
Across the ever changing waters
Along the banks and the shores
Of the delta and the lowlands
Oh the ways that shaped me and the ways I changed
And things that pushed me away
And those things that beckoned and tempted
And the things that pulled me back again
It’s like the ribbon of that highway
Moving and shifting in unexpected places
Along the banks and the shores
Of the delta and the lowlands
Now I can see her face, hear her voice
And know the words no matter where I stand
And with the blessing of my mind’s eye
Cut an oar through dark water
Be the red winged blackbird lifted up in flight
While still tethered to the rushes
Along the banks and the shores
Of the delta and the lowlands
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11. |
Winter Light
04:27
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Winter Light
Was it the silver rope from around the mane
The golden lock upon the chain
The tender way he spoke my name
The secrets whispered in the dark
The slow surrender of my heart
Like sugar spilling through my hands
We fall thinking we’ll never touch the bottom
Then lie in pieces on the floor
Well, he put the bullet in my hand
The sweetness in the suffering
The pleasure in the pain
And I feel the glow, I feel the glow, I feel the glow
Through cracks in the snow
Falls the winter light
How am I keeping my feet on the ground
I claimed your love and I named you
And somehow I’ve become fair game
A wild doe in a clearing
But where would my ghost be without you
Tapping gently on my window
And why are you still here
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12. |
A Little Bit of Blue Sky
02:58
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A Little Bit of Blue Sky
In December when the stars are bright
I can dream another life
As constellations
Can drift across the sky
An outsider on the fringe
An outsider tempted by the fire within
But who wants to lay their money down
On the things that only dreams can give
A little bit of blue sky
A little bit of desire
Just a taste of the unknown
A vision of my own love
A rush of thoughts, a paper chain
Suspended from my windowpane
Just another place to be
Another quiet shade of gray
I watched you watching me
I watched you reaching for an opening
But who wants to lay their money down
On the things that only dreams allow
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Pineola Seattle, Washington
Pineola is an Indie-Americana band, based in Seattle, and built around the songs of Leslie Braly. Leslie uses a handful of words, which somehow come together to illuminate the ordinary things that surround us, and show us just how extraordinary everyday life really is. Leslie is joined by Josh Woods on bass, John Owen on guitar, Ed Brooks on pedal steel and banjo, and Dirk Lebsack on drums. ... more
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