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Bury My Heart
04:34
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Find me a river
without a valley near.
Carry me across it
on your back my dear.
Bury my heart
deep beneath a stone.
Tear my world apart
to prove I'm not alone.
Sunlight off the water
ripples through your hair;
you are the river's daughter
without a drop to spare.
Polished, timeless stones
line your silted bed.
Receive my weary bones
and claim my troubled head.
Carve out the marrow;
disobey the past.
Listen to tomorrow;
your sorrow cannot last.
And even if I could,
I wouldn't take it away;
wind me through the wood
and watch the shadows play.
Reeds among the shallows
dancing in the breeze
sing of ancient hollows
and leave my mind at peace.
Carry me to sea
beyond the time-worn shoals
where I will be free
to shed this earthbound soul.
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2. |
Day In The Life
04:20
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On the lake at dawn
the city looking on
waves leave their impressions on my mind
Silhouetted trees
against the blue-black breeze;
bird sings of the things I've left behind.
You've been gone for years
but it seems like yesterday
I held you in the sand along this shore.
A blanket for our fears and the chill of a new day -
how I long to see your face once more.
Sun beats back the day
keeps the world at bay
people running here and there for pay.
Walking down the street,
give a nod to those I meet -
weary strangers walking weary miles
The alleys of this city
like some labyrinthine poem
penned by a fever addled mind
stretch out for miles
beyond the rush and toil.
A lonely picker drags his tin can spoils.
Night draws the curtain down.
The city presses on
keeping pace with a rhythm all its own.
Flashing neon signs
crowding out the stars,
music pours out from a passing car.
Sitting at the window
with a whiskey in my hand.
Memories of a life that's passed me by.
Fighting back the tears
that strangle up my mind,
wishing I could leave this old world behind.
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3. |
Lua
04:03
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Gonna find me a bottle of whiskey,
set down alongside a mountain stream,
tip that bottle til I can't see
the difference between you and me.
Gonna steal me a boat without anchor,
set out across the shining sea,
see what we can discover -
my boat, my whiskey, and me.
(CHORUS)
And when I'm out on my own,
no one ever needs to know
where I'm gone or where I come from,
where I been or where I'm bound.
Left my home in Kentucky
when I's just 16 years old.
Mama'd died and Dad'd gone crazy
leaving me to make it on my own.
Drifted west to Kansas City
where I thought I might stay;
urban skyline sure looks pretty
at the end of a hard traveling day.
CHORUS
Lost my love in Nebraska
along some old forgotten road.
Never did get to ask her
if she'd take me to have and to hold.
Now I'm drifting west through the rockies,
headed out Frisco way.
Hoping that I find peace
sitting on the dock of the bay.
CHORUS
Gonna find me a bottle of whiskey,
set down alongside a mountain stream,
tip that bottle til I can't see
the difference between you and me.
Gonna steal me a boat without anchor,
set out across the shining sea,
see what we can discover -
my boat, my whiskey, and me.
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6. |
She
01:48
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She been dancing on my headstone,
she been waltzing through my dreams,
she been on my mind and in it
for forever so it seems.
She not part of anybody,
she not part of anything,
she's her own force of nature
laying waste to everything.
And I exist at her whim
and she buries my bones.
And I wish I was him when she leaves me all alone.
But I'm not one
to chase down... a dream.
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Postcards
05:09
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Seems I been on the road
since before I could speak.
Never going nowhere,
just hitting the street.
Stealing love and money
from the very first friend I meet.
Searching through the memories
of the miles I've flown across.
Trying to find a picture
of what I might've lost.
Come across a postcard
from you to me telling me what was.
Wandering wordlessly
and abandoned by God;
silence is a friend to me,
only companion I got.
Stretching out endlessly,
this wide world's all I want.
Purple mountain majesty
and long-forgotten roads.
Sun sets over amber grain
and I lay down my heavy load.
Lie out beneath the stars
wondering what they know.
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8. |
Stuck In A Groove
03:42
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Struggling to hear my own tune
in the slanted rhymes of someone else's song,
but all I find are the ruins and shadows of old loves
and the embers of what we thought was gone.
Tonight I'll find a bottle for my memories
and if I'm lucky they'll just give up and drown,
but more likely they'll resurface like the rising of the sun
and I'll have to slowly kill them one by one.
I'm on the outside,
looking in through the glass.
You may not notice me
cause I'm mostly living in the past.
I'm in the pouring rain,
but I can feel the sun at my back
and when I turn around to face the blinding light,
you'll be right there the first thing on my mind.
(CHORUS)
Cause like a broken record, I'm stuck in a groove;
I go round and round, but I don't really move.
And don't bother calling out my name in the night
Cause I'm not really there, and you won't get it right.
These days I wake before the sunrise
and in the quickening hours I write myself some dreams,
but as the day proceeds to hurl the sun across the sky
I'll be damned if I can remember what they mean.
Everything I'm saying is made of surface,
and the people that I meet all speak in memes;
the talking heads on the screen of that money machine
make me sure the world's as jacked up as it seems.
Don't steal my laughter, it's all that I have left.
My sense of outrage has numbed me to the rest.
It doesn't bother me to be standing on this ledge.
I've got a great view and I can see the edge of night.
I want to go there and breathe the dying light.
CHORUS
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Frank D. Hill Illinois
Singer-songwriter,
proud dad, writer, (happily) former attorney and mediator, living and writing in Illinois. Just trying to work it out.
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