1. |
Dotted Lines
04:02
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day after day
dotted lines on a highway
pulse of the sun
and you're hypnotized as they beat into one
bleed into one
pull me aside
back me to the wall
say what a fool you are to be crying
men are called, or raised, to die
as living so easy eats you alive
a sigh of release
a sigh for the lost madness of a dream
guarding your heart in your hand
you throw it so high
just to feel in command
when it lands
when it breaks in half
push me aside
back me to the wall
say what a fool you are to be trying
all these chains of compromise
like living in pieces keeps you alive
day after day
dotted lines on a highway
pulse of the sun
and you're hypnotized as they beat into one
bleed into one
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2. |
Living Proof
03:52
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Some nights your hair's falling just right
and you sleep in a warm scale of grey
As the pale wash of dawning
Breaks to the reddest of days
In the morning a man to a camera in Manhattan
Says he can't understand how it happened
It's so hard to believe how it turns out
As it turns out again, and again, and again
And you stand there like living proof of a man you thought you knew
Sometimes it's black or it's white
and there ain't much more to say
Like she told you the day that she swore your love away
and the easy summer bowed farewell in a firework display
And you stand there like living proof of a man you thought you knew
So now you're twitching off a daydream
with an echo of a thought you had in your sleep
Of how the moon is always changing
and how it has always been the same
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3. |
Blue Ridge Range
04:18
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Oh my love you approach me
humble as the blue ridge range
on a drive on a cursive highway
in a rolling mandolin's refrain
and oh my love I surrender
easy as the rain to ground
easy as the rising falling highway
leaves me in a cloud
with bonny eyes and newborn veins
There's a lot of war in a sermon
and there's a lot of faith on the front line
oh so much beneath what we say to each other
but that don't make it deep and that don't make it right
but oh my love, you approach me
humble as the blue ridge range
I'm dandled in the rising falling
dandled in the hills just above the rain
with bonny eyes and newborn veins
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4. |
Take Me Somewhere
04:10
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take me somewhere,
take me somewhere if you're gonna leave me again
take me somewhere good
if you're gonna get me going and be going again
so you thought
thought you caught me licking my wounds
on a mountain bald
looking at the Halloween leaves through the eyes of God
yea well, so what if I was
and so what if I wasn't
if you open up like I'd just been cut
like I'd just been cut
lord i know
I know that it's just a crutch
to blame a woman
blame the woman that you say you love
and it's the same to blame the man
blame the man she wished you could become
but oh, take me somewhere
take me somewhere if you're gonna leave me again
well ain't I just the whole town
looking down with my blinders on?
Ain't I just the man
thinks he's seen the light when he's blinded by the sun?
but what more could I want
than for you to come to me?
than for you to open me up like I've just been cut?
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5. |
Bucket of Rain
03:35
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Daniel Shearin Asheville, North Carolina
Daniel Shearin is a singer, songwriter and producer living in Asheville, NC and a member of River Whyless. Growing up on a small town near the coast of North Carolina, he moved west to the mountains and now produces music from his studio, Sleeping Dogs. He experiments with looped harmonium drones and other textures, instruments, and “found sounds” to accompany his singing and finger-style guitar. ... more
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