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Bring In The Others
05:06
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New Years, new socks
Already got, already got
Holes in my heels
Holes in my heels
Where'd you
Where did you go
Yeah I want to know
I want to know
So bring in the others
And bring in their mothers
Searching for some truth
Harmful, hopeful disappointed youth
Taken, taken for granted
Carved from the granite stones
So alone
So alone right here at home
Talk to, talk to new people
under the steeple
They take your hand
What they know you'll never understand
So bring in the others
And bring in their mothers
Searching for some truth
Harmful, hopeful disappointed youth
Wander, turn to the right
and turn off your light
And waken
to your strange alarm
I still don't see the harm
Careful
Reckless
Forcome what may I'm happy to say
I know you won't be long
No you won't be long
So bring in the others
And bring in their mothers
Searching for some truth
Harmful, hopeful disappointed youth
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If you're ever wondering how I'm doing now
I'd tell you not that much has changed if it matters anyhow
But I'd rather see your face so I could tell you for myself
I miss the days when you would come around
these winter months I drag my feet pacing this town
Snow melts on my bootlaces and soaks me up and down
Your smile might provide the thaw that's nowhere to be found
I miss the days when you would come around
Spring's a time of year when I'm happy just to live
Barricades that seemed impassable slowly bend and give
Way to better things than I have ever imagined
But I'll still miss the days when you would come around
May is on its way and I'm happy to be here
The burdens that I've carried wash away like summer tears
With buds I'll bloom like growing shoots I'll pass on through these years
But I'll still miss the days when you would come around
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Old Blue Heron
04:52
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Hand in hand we watched thee fire
as its flames danced towards the sky
Wondering if we'd ever meet again
All those years ago it seems
we looked at the night and screamed
You cannot end and apprehend this thing we had
So one day in late summertime
I appeared among the red pines
Acting like I'd been there all along
What I saw was such devotion
To bring anyone to emotion
With those precious days that slip away
No matter how we try
I hear the stories and the sing alongs
The echoes of the ringing gong
I see the shooting stars who picked up guitars
and grew up before my eyes
somewhere out there on the water
the old blue heron smiles and nods
So one more circle game and one last refrain
Of sammy's bar is song
It was finding the old hidden roads
to the hilltops I had longed to know
It was finally capturing the flag
Staring down the jabberwocky
As it stares at Interlocken hands
And friends it cannot hope to rend apart
As the years go by I realize
It was the PurpleLilacs all this time
The hobbit homes and granite stones
and thoughts among the pines
I still carry these things with my
I walk along in decent company
But I know deep down inside I havent been inside
So it's time for bollywogger to sip coffee with his logger friend
It's time to kiss the elephant stone
It's time to face the world and make them see
This love wil not go quietly
It's finally time for me to come home
Hey the last boats are leaving
Haul away the daighso
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The Mockingbeards Ithaca, New York
The Mockingbeards are a folk-rock quintet from Ithaca, New York featuring guitars, mandolin, violin, and vocal harmony.
Their influences include Michael Hurley, The Decemberists, Pavement, and Pete Seeger.
The Mockingbeards are:
Taya Win--guitar, vocals
Alex Ford--guitar, vocals
Jeremy Betterley--mandolin, vocals
Megan Silverstein--violin, bass
Paul Vidovich--drums
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