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There she laid in her gold brocaded gown
Springtime raindrops lightly kissed the ground
Lost her children, her man he weren’t around
Left alone her voice a lonely sound singing
La llorona, my baby’s gone away
My kids are grown, they telephoned today
We spoke briefly, there wasn’t much to say
Pray for my youngest, today was his birthday
Thought I heard a whisper on the air
Was just the wind and my mama’s empty chair
Missing my brother, my ma and him died there
Both dressed in white with long and flowing hair
When daddy left she sat beside the phone
Brother man made sure that she weren’t alone
I was at school left all on my own
When in the lake they made their final home singing
La llorona, my baby’s gone away
My kids are grown, they telephoned today
We spoke briefly, there wasn’t much to say
Pray for my youngest, today was his birthday
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You took that left when you know you
Should’ve gone right
You might’ve studied ‘stead of
going to that party Tuesday night
You played your king when you knew the
Jack, he would’ve done the job
Shoulda put the pitchfork down
Instead of marching with that mob
I watched you play it cool when
You were holding all the cards
You wouldn’t give an inch when they were
Selling by the yard
I remember back in school you used to
Smoke in the parking lot
These days you save receipts for
Everything you bought
I heard you talk in your sleep
You still dream, you still dream?
You sold yourself so damn cheap
Changed your horses midstream
Two steps down, one step back
Steady as a bowling pin
Tell me one more time how you
Coulda been a coulda been
They say these glaciers move
Slow enough at first
But you can drink a desert dry if you
Build a fearsome thirst
It’s a shame your good intentions
never filled your penny jar
Just like all those rock stars holding court
At the south end of the bar
I heard you talk in your sleep
You still dream, you still dream?
You sold yourself so damn cheap
Changed your horses midstream
sing your song, shout your tale
notify your next of kin
Tell me one more time how you
Coulda been a coulda been
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I round the corner for the big reveal
Another street, another hill
A calico cat sits on a window sill
Still as a statue
Honeysuckle climbs up the red brick
Perfumes the air with its tender scent
There’s a chalk heart fading on the pavement
Under a broken dandelion
Beneath this quiet is a gentle sound
Murmurs and humming and rustling around
It’s the perfect soundtrack for the hear and now
And the sun on the horizon
My feet keep moving at a steady pace
Nowhere to be but I’m running late
Soaking in the scene, thinking about the gate
Soon enough it’ll be closing
The sun’s kiss and the tingle in the air
Is usually enough to quiet the despair
But I can’t stop wishing that I could to share
This walk with you
It feels so young and foolish all this kicking and screaming
I know it’s time to cool it with all this whining and dreaming
So I’m settling back into this quiet evening
One step, one step, at a time
I round the corner for the big reveal
Another street, another hill
A calico cat sits on the window sill
Still as a statue
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Find Your Fire
Find Your Fire
Then you will find your way
To that place in your self
Find Your Fire
Then you will find your way
In this cold and wicked world
Find Your Fire
where it is you’ll never know
Find your fire
any place where the embers glow
Find Your Fire
would you think you have the strength and the courage to be so bold
Find Your Fire
maybe you could take the dare and have the stomach to search below
Find Your Fire
where it is you’ll never know
Find Your Fire
any place where the embers glow
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Don't strain to hear
Much less listen
Don't let my words fall prey upon your ear
I don't much care
More than to mention
This balance plays my conscience
Outstanding cost is dead debt to you
Just another loss written off the books
But I can't help but feel that it counts
What I said, is what I said
We played it your way, we played so long
We played it your way, we played- so long
Think I'm staying?
'Must be out' your rabid-assed mind
No shame to stand
Call attention
To make well clear that justice needs a crutch
A listless slate
A soft redemption
In the eyes of reason
I know now it's dead debt to you
Just another loss written off the books
I can't help but feel that it counts
Said it before, I'll say it again
We played it your way, we played too long
We played it your way, we played too long...
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released August 9, 2021