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Gone
04:37
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GONE - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
Well there’s a train that I’m gonna take in the morning
There may be some rain in the morning
There may be a fog on the river
Creepin’ up on the cogs
These silvery rails once knew a lot for a nickel
Back when we were the wanton and wishful
Making our way from the wars we waged
We prayed for peace, we made for the middle
My soul’s a fire of oak in the fall
Fey and free in the flush of it all
And I’m so tired of feelin’ so small
Drowning in the tears of the Lord up above
Drowning in the wings of a white-tailed dove
And I’m gone
Baby I am gone
VERSE TWO
I saw you sitting yourself in a tumble
A ramblin’ rogue on the rumblin’
Roads that ran on the wrong side o’ town
The town I called home, at least this time around
You sang and played of omens and signs
You rang, and came, passing the time
Brushing my hair at the county fair
Fields grew, and I grew to love you, too
But babe, I never was good at pretend
Games, charades, beginnings and ends
Mating, breaking, making amends
My heart is on the highway that runs through the hills
Halfway up the hill through the next hill still
And I’m gone
Baby, I am gone
BRIDGE
Up in the woods where the wood mill stood
I’d dangle a dandelion
Looking for a sign or a bite
In the ripple of the soft sunshine
Up on the mountain, memory takes me
Takin’ it on for the ride
Burying the end of the day
In the breakers of the mountainside
But then in the eastern sky
It rises in a slow and golden tide
The waters of a valley so wide
If you saw it you’d die
And you’d never, ever think to wonder why
But I know where the waters go
They wander from the snow to the sea below
And life is like a merry-go-round
At least that’s what I’ve found
And I’m bound to skip and skip like the skip of a stone
VERSE THREE
I’ve thrown, the sticks and the bones and the smoke
I’ve known, the hobos and blokes who are broke
Folks can’t tell ‘tween the good and the bad
Blasted by pastors and political ads
Pawns get played, paupers plowed under
Drawn, to drinking and dragging and drugstores
Everyone knows there’s nowhere to go
But down, or out, or just right down the road
I breathe, I go down the rabbit hole
I kneel in the pew in the car, in the cold
I need the kiss of it pulling away
Running down the track of a motionless dream
Standing on the stage in the round, in the scene
And I’m gone
Baby, I am gone
Baby, I am gone
Baby, I am gone
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2. |
Tumbling
04:46
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TUMBLING - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
I'll tell you a tale 'bout the wind
Dryin' my eyes, that's how it begins
A tale of my soul, aimless and lost
Prayin' for fences, or anything, in which to get caught
I rode on my youth - I was thirsty
Running and rudderless, driftin' and dirty
Moved in a way, every day, I understood nothing
Of purpose, or pain, just the passing of the plains
VERSE TWO
I ambled along, on the breeze
With tumblin' weeds, just like me
In a slow, slow-motion stampede
Headed so headlong, without any heed
To the scatter of seeds, pearls before swine
Until nothing was left, that I could call mine
I was wild, just a child, frail and infantile
Rolling like rain, through the rank and the file
CHORUS
All my life was tumbling
Trusting the trails, the turns, unerringly
Could they hear, could they see
The trembling through me?
The wind at my back until nothing
I felt I could do, but hold onto you
All through the night, like a lullaby
VERSE THREE
Until a day finally came
When I reached for the light and the flame
For Joshua trees, and honeybees
These I have seen in a thousand waking dreams
When I looked all around, and saw the wind blowing
Through leaves on the ground, and everything under the sun
CHORUS
All my life is tumbling
In the coyote cry, in the wake of 1978
All my life is tumbling
To the beating baton in the hand, conducting the band
Mastered by love, and the blue sky above
In the sigh of creation, in busy bus stations
In creosote fields, and rusty old vanes
In the song of the cowboys at campfire out on the range
Where it whistles on my stickery thistles
Like a drop of the shine, that still is mine
OUT
All of my life is tumbling
If I stumble then
All that I know is to get back up and go
All of my life is tumbling
If I stumble then
All that I know is to get back up and go . . .
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3. |
Consider The Lilies
03:56
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CONSIDER THE LILIES - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
Back to the siren song
In the red and the blue
On the black and the gray
Of the turnpike rain
Of the turnpike rain
Straining to see, straining to steer
The traffic cones, the rearview mirror
My kid’s at home
The day was long
And weary with fear, I gotta remember
CHORUS
Consider the lilies
That lie in the valleys
Sprouting in alleyways
And seeding trays, they say
They say
Neither toil away nor spin
So let’s begin again
Consider the lilies
Consider the lilies
VERSE TWO
Everyone’s pressing for time
Pressing the flesh, pressing the dime
As the turnstiles fly
As the turnstiles fly
The haze of our haste always awaits
The press of a switch in virtual space
We fret for what’s next
Tied up in our texts
But lest we be late, let’s take a breath and
CHORUS
Consider the lilies
That lie in the valleys
Sprouting in alleyways
And seeding trays, they say
They say
Neither toil away nor spin
So let’s begin with them
HALF-VERSE
Staring like starlight, that roots in the midnight
Green to the elbows, drinking the sunlight’s
Yellowy fire
In orange attire
Pouncing in still life, like a tiger
CHORUS
Consider the lilies
That lie in the valleys
Sprouting in alleyways
And seeding trays, they say
They say
Neither toil away nor spin
So let’s begin again
Consider the lilies
Consider the lilies
Consider the lilies
Consider the lilies
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4. |
Faith
04:40
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FAITH - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
Ashes and cans
And some contraband
The last lonely drag
Of a one-night stand
In the flickering light
I leave for the night
And I don’t know what I’m going home to
Everything rusts
Every triumph and trust
In the acid rain
Of the way we discuss
So I lie to myself
Put the pain on the shelf
And I don’t know what we’re going into
CHORUS
God I need some faith
In the matters of state
In the truckers and trailers
The lost and the late
Because lately it seems
Like we ran off the track
Of a dream that’ll never come back
Of a dream that I want to come back
VERSE TWO
Looking in the eye
Of a storm passing by
When it feels so cold
But it feels so right
Clean and pure
Unlike so many words
And I don’t know what I’m going back to
All that I can say
Is we could love the enemy
I can say I’m not perfect
Say it perfectly
To the wind
That casts a doubt within
And I don’t know what we’re going on to
CHORUS
God I need some faith
In the matters of state
In the truckers and trailers
The lost and the late
Because lately it seems
Like we ran off the track
Of a dream that I want to come back
Of a dream that I hope will come back
BRIDGE
Lead me lightly
Down through the alley
Wake me gently
One more day
Bring me coffee
Smells of wood fire
Give me a moment
To find my way
In one, in somebody’s child
In one of so many miles
VERSE THREE
Washing away
On laundry day
At the laundromat
By the old arcade
People pass by
Some stop and say hi
And I know just who I’m going up to
Reading my book
I take a good look
And I let something go
Something I mistook
As a wrong
When really all along
There was something else I needed to do
CHORUS
God I need some faith
In the matters of state
In the truckers and trailers
The lost and the late
Because lately it seems
Like we ran off the track
Of a dream that I hope will come back
Of a dream that I know will come back
Come back
Come back
Come back
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5. |
I Ain't Seen It All
04:26
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I AIN’T SEEN IT ALL - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
I ain’t seen it all
No I ain’t seen it all
I’m only twenty-four, I ain’t seen nothin’ o’ war
I’m only five, five feet tall
And I know, yeah I know
I ain’t seen it all
VERSE TWO
I ain’t seen it all
No I ain’t seen it all
I’ve hitched a ride or two, I’ve even given a few
I seen the scrawls on the bathroom stalls
And I know, yeah I know
I ain’t seen it all
CHORUS
Oh surely, mister, I ain’t seen it all
No, let me tell ya, I ain’t seen it all
I seen the fireflies fly through the corn and the rye
As the day disappears from the sky
I seen a lot o’ hopes and dreams wander by
Some to the grave, like moths to the light
If you ask me what’s right, I saw them ask Jesus Christ
For some help, to forgive that man who took nine lives
Just when you thought we were through
This is what people can do
Right in the eye, in the right kind o’ light
If you ask me what’s right
VERSE THREE
I ain’t seen it all
No I ain’t seen it all
I was born to a sign that can’t be confined
I seen the fall of some pretty big walls
And I know, yeah I know
I ain’t seen it all
CHORUS
Oh surely, mister, I ain’t seen it all
No, let me tell ya, I ain’t seen it all
I seen the fireflies fly through the corn and the rye
As the day disappears from the sky
I seen a lot o’ hopes and dreams wander by
Some to the grave, like moths to the light
If you ask me what’s right, what occurs to my sight
What we see we can cite, out o’ love, out o’ spite
We only have so much film
We do with it what we will
As best as we can, as best as we might
If you ask me what’s right
If you ask me what’s right
If you ask me what’s right
If you ask me what’s right
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6. |
The Statue's Song
04:12
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THE STATUE’S SONG - Lyrics
VERSE ONE
I gotta see you but until then
I gotta just get by
Sometimes I see you now and again
Through the salt and the sand in my eyes
The weight of tryin’ weighs me down
I wake at half past five
Into the bloom of the harvest moon
Under these windswept skies
CHORUS
Shadows on the sea swirl over me
Under the downtown lights
Still as a statue, a silhouette
Frail as a diamond that isn’t quite set
Waking to find what I had in mind
But yet, oh yes, but yet
VERSE TWO
We plowed the land that was handed down
Until the land ran dry
We headed west through the dusty clouds
And left all our troubles behind
You leave L.A. every Monday at eight
I ache each time you go
I pray you’re safe on the interstate
And hope that it brings you home
CHORUS
Shadows on the sea swirl over me
Under the downtown lights
Still as a statue, a silhouette
Frail as a diamond that isn’t quite set
Waiting to find what I had in mind
But yet, oh yes, but yet
VERSE THREE
Out by the beach where I work every week
You know I think of you
How Thursday comes and you come back to me
So happy to see me too
Late yesterday on our telephone call
I could have talked all night
You get me through, and through it all
It always turns out alright
It always turns out alright
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Brian G. West Tucson, Arizona
Brian West is a songwriter who draws on roads, highways, and the imagined journeys of those who travel them. His lyricism deals with the concept of change, as applied to transforming the lemons of life into their lemonade potential. Brian’s mission is to make the most out of his gifts, to share them with listeners who may find perspective, identification or comfort from what he expresses. ... more
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