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Quarantine
04:06
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Quarantine
Well I'm missing all my brothers, the one across the globe
The one I've had from birth, and a few down the road.
Her laugh is like a memory, one that I can't shake
They cancelled where we met, I think I'm going to break
No papers that I write, will get me out of here
And if the world is going to end, I hope the end is near.
All my heroes and my friends live, in boxes on a screen
And yeah I can hear you fine, I just don't know what you mean.
I hope that your laughing like, you do when I'm around
The world is going crazy, it could sure use that sound.
I can't say that I'll be better, when all is said and done
But I'll put on my fake smile, and try to have some fun.
You can find me by the river, when the moon is on the rise
Fighting with the wind, and the tears in my eyes.
It's hard to keep believing that all will be fine
If I can't forget her smile, and the news of John Prine.
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Oh, Eleanor
03:29
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Oh, Eleanor
Oh Eleanor I can see that you're smiling. God only knows what for.
The world is ending and its eyes are on us. You're busy dancing across the floor.
Eleanor. Oh, Eleanor. What in the hell are you smiling for?
The world is ending and its eyes are on us. You're busy dancing across the floor.
Seems like yesterday we had to hide our love away. We couldn't tell them it was true.
Now we sit and stare and say with our eyes 'what have we got ourselves into?'
Eleanor. Oh, Eleanor. What in the hell are you smiling for?
The world is ending and its eyes are on us. You're busy dancing across the floor.
Arthurdale was nice and, they know your sacrifice. But you could never save them all.
They know you did your best and, after all it was a test. And you were there each time they'd call.
Eleanor. Oh, Eleanor. What in the hell are you crying for?
The world is better and its eyes are off us. Go ahead and dance across the floor.
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3. |
Weather the Storm
03:41
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Weather the Storm
I was fooled by the time spent chasing storms across the mountains
With lighting singing harmony with high beams, as I was counting
The second since I last heard from the thunder and you.
You were like a blank white page without a song
But I couldn't find the words and the notes came out all wrong
I still hope for the day that you choose to sing along.
I'm fighting back the shakes and theres a baseball in my throat
Shaking like a cold winter storm without a coat
And too much ice on the road now to make it home.
This apartment smells like sewage and you don't seem to care
Its early in the morning but I'm lost in a green eyed stare
My day starts in a few short hours I hope you're there.
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T.V.Z.
03:45
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T.V.Z.
Sometimes you feel like Townes Van Zandt, but I ain't never shot heroin
But I've surely been low down, on the darkest side of town.
I hope that my kids never learn, how bad I'm sure to burn
Down in the pits of hell, no I hope to them I'm well.
Sometimes you feel like Townes Van Zandt, and you just know that you can't
Be all the things you dreamed, and its not as great as it seems.
Sometimes you feel like you could die, just to see if souls can fly
Or they're just put in the ground, with the peace they never found.
Sometimes you feel like Townes Van Zandt, and you're so drunk that you can't stand
And your mind won't take a break, and all it does is take.
Sometimes you need a place to run, when you're caught under the gun
With no doors to bust through, and it all comes back to you.
Sometimes you feel like Townes Van Zandt.
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5. |
Encore
02:55
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Encore
Thinking screaming out loud like my words they ain't made out of daggers
And sure you like me now but you've never seen these drunken staggers
And I'm here for the taking won't you take me now because time ain't never been my friend.
Give me an encore don't take your bow because it's far too soon to be the end.
I can't say where I'll be when you finally see what you let go
Cursing that summer sun or your name face down in the snow
And I'm here for the taking won't you take me now because time ain't never been my friend.
Give me an encore don't take your bow because it's far too soon to be the end.
I'll kick in the front door and ask where the hell the party is
Because I'm here for my good time and I could care less about his
And I'm here for the taking won't you take me now because time ain't never been my friend.
Give me an encore don't take your bow because it's far too soon to be the end.
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Ryan Brandenburg West Virginia
A singer-songwriter specializing in flat picking acoustic guitar, and clawhammer banjo, hailing from the eastern panhandle of West Virginia. I try to represent as many different kinds of American folk music as I can. This includes classic country, old time Appalachian, bluegrass, and any other kind of lyric based music. ... more
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