1. |
You
02:54
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I’ve been dying to talk to you—
no denying that I want you.
But I’ve been lonesome for so long,
learning how to be alone,
like a maple in the meadow—
but I want you.
I’ve been smiling since I met you.
Feels like flying when I’m with you.
I’ve been singing in my sleep,
hearing music in my dreams,
and all my trouble’s out the window
since I met you.
I’ve been crying since I left you.
But I’ve stopped trying to live for you.
And now I’m hiding from myself,
cos you were all that I had left—
but I’m still living with your shadow
since I left you.
I’ve been dying.
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2. |
He Say She Say
03:54
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Well, I can see you want me—
that you can’t be without me—
and I know what it’s like to be alone,
wasting time just waiting for the one.
And I can tell you need me,
but you’d do well to hear me.
I know you’ll get through in your own way,
though I have heard the words that people say.
Cos he say she say I want you,
and you say that you want me, too,
but I say you and me can’t be together.
And I know you know what you want,
and I think you think what we got
is of the kind of bind that lasts forever.
Well, I could try to love you,
for I’m just weak enough to—
but I’d only be lying to myself,
cos I can sense you’re meant for someone else.
And still I hate to hurt you,
but I’m sure I’d desert you.
It may seem unkind but I’ll be clear:
don’t believe the whispers that you hear.
Cos he say she say I want you,
and you say that you want me, too,
but I say you and me can’t be together.
And I know you know what you want,
and I think you think what we got
is of the kind of bind that lasts forever.
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3. |
Ouija Woman
03:41
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[Will]
Her hair is darker than midnight.
Her eyes are brighter than noon.
Her skin is pale as the moonlight.
She knows the truth of the tomb.
[Lauren]
I want to tell you
what has been and what shall come to be.
I want to show you
all that was and all there is to see.
[Will]
O Ouija woman! The future’s almost history.
O spirit summoned! Teach me to believe in mystery.
[Both]
Unveil the portent! Sound the call of all that is to be.
Reveal my fortune! Must I wear the weight of misery?
[Lauren]
I’ll read the fortune in question—
deeper and deeper I’ll delve,
and at the end of the session,
I’ll make a fortune myself.
[Will]
She wants to tell you
what has been and what shall come to be.
She wants to show you
all that was and all there is to see.
[Will]
O Ouija woman! The future’s almost history.
O spirit summoned! Teach me to believe in mystery.
[Both]
Unveil the portent! Sound the call of all that is to be.
Reveal my fortune! Must I wear the weight of misery?
[Will]
O Ouija woman! The future’s almost history.
O spirit summoned! Teach me to believe in mystery.
[Both]
Unveil the portent! Sound the call of all that is to be.
Reveal my fortune! Must I wear the weight of misery?
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4. |
On Cherry Hill
03:10
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On Cherry Hill, I learned my name
among the rills run red with clay,
and in the vale that lay below,
there lived the girl I came to know.
On Cherry Hill, we used to stray
where sunlight spilled and whisked away
the frets and fears that brought us woe,
and through the years, our love did grow.
On Cherry Hill, I asked her hand—
my heart stood still, as herons stand.
And when she spoke, my heart took wing,
until she joked: “So where’s the ring?”
On Cherry Hill, we combed the land,
and searched until we found that band.
At autumn’s end, we took our vows.
With help from friends, we built our house.
On Cherry Hill, that ring remains—
I seek it still where she is laid,
beneath the earth, within her grave,
where roots give birth to sprigs of sage.
On Cherry Hill, my true love sleeps—
the whippoorwill forever weeps.
I’ll write my will, and when I pass,
on Cherry Hill my bones shall rest.
Within a grove we three shall lie—
my one true love, our child and I.
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5. |
Fahrenheit
04:38
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Doctor, don’t play dumb with me—
I can feel my fever rising,
and I fear the devil’s come for me,
like the dusk to the horizon.
I can hear the rolling thunder roar,
and I doubt I’ll last the night,
for the mercury marks hundred-four,
but it feels like hundred-fifty Fahrenheit.
Sister, say a prayer for me
by the lamplight slowly dying,
and brother, if you care for me,
don’t you let me catch you crying,
for there’s still the season’s work to do
as the winter’s chill approaches,
and the harvest only harks to him
whose preparations have been precious.
But everything’s there in my letter,
and all of my things are in order,
so bring me a whiskey and water,
and bury me south of the border.
Mother, do remember me
in my innocence forever,
and father, treat me tenderly
in the time we’ve left together,
for I’m bound for blessed oblivion,
and I fear to be forgotten,
so please keep my memory living on
with the dreams that I have thought on.
Horseman, speak a word for me
to my love across the river.
I’m ashamed she hasn’t heard from me—
will you see that I’m forgiven?
for the child she’s soon to bear will be
as a boat bereft of rudder,
just a babe bestricken terribly
by the absence of her father.
But everything’s there in my letter,
and all of my things are in order,
so bring me a whiskey and water,
and bury me south of the border.
Doctor, don’t play dumb with me—
I can feel my fever rising,
and I fear the devil’s come for me,
like the dusk to the horizon.
Please release me from the reins of life,
for I doubt I’ll last the night—
now the mercury marks hundred-five,
but it feels like hundred-fifty Fahrenheit.
Yes, the mercury marks hundred-five,
but it feels like hundred-fifty Fahrenheit.
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I was half asleep
when you came to my window—
couldn’t quite believe
that you were just a shadow,
taken in your prime,
like a rose before its time,
but I’ll still call you mine…
So come to me tonight, my darling,
and stay with me until the morning.
I’ve been on my own
since the day we parted,
and I’ve been so alone,
bent and broken-hearted—
watchful as the moon,
with its light that shines for you,
but I know what you’ll do…
You’ll come to me tonight, my darling,
and stay with me until the morning.
Come to me tonight, my darling,
and stay with me until the morning.
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7. |
Fear of Love
02:07
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I have no fear of flying, have no fear of dying,
so, my dear, I’m trying to explain
why it appears, as I have told you, that I fear to hold you
just as near as rushing rivers to the rain.
I have no fear of sailing, have no fear of failing,
but, my dear, I have been wailing like a dove.
So if you try to reach me, won’t you try to teach me
how to face the fear of love.
I may be made to love you, but I’m afraid to love you,
for I’ve been played by others long enough.
But if you say you’ll help me, won’t you stay to tell me
how to face the fear of love?
So if you hear me sighing, if you hear me crying,
darling dear, I may be lying to myself.
But now the more I know ya, this amoraphobia
from before feels like the life of someone else.
For I was made to love you, I’m not afraid to love you,
as the blade sits soft against the glove.
I can’t repay you fully for the way you showed me
how to face the fear of love—
how to face the fear of love.
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8. |
Ever After
03:15
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[Lauren]
Tell me truly: what were you like before you knew me?
Lonely lover, were you another kind of man?
[Will]
Earthly angel: I knew you even as a stranger.
Trust me, darling, I never doubted you’d be mine.
[Lauren]
Treat me sweetly, and make me certain that you need me.
Love me only, but if you’re lonely let me know.
[Will]
Leave me gently, but promise never to forget me.
Hold me closely—then if you love me let me go.
[Lauren]
Forever after I shall seek you in the night,
until the earth comes to an end.
[Will]
Forever after I shall vanish from your sight,
never to greet you once again.
[Lauren]
Ever after—still I will listen for your laughter,
sounding softly across the canyons and the vales.
[Will]
Ever—always—I’ll hear your heartbeat in the hallway,
beating, pleading—loud as a rider on the rails.
[Lauren]
Forever after I shall seek you in the night,
until the earth comes to an end.
[Will]
Forever after I shall vanish from your sight,
never to greet you once again.
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9. |
Used To Be
02:31
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When we were children, long ago—
I remember, I remember—
there was a place we used to know—
crystal water, crystal water—
when the earth was very young,
and we believed that we belonged
as the lords among the beasts—
it sounds absurd, but that’s how it used to be.
Before brave women walked on Mars—
I remember, I remember—
before the age of ice and fire—
sons and daughters, sons and daughters—
when the earth was still our home,
and we believed we lived alone
on a vast and starry sea—
it’s in the past, but that’s how it used to be.
We used to frolic 'neath the fronds—
gone forever, gone forever.
We used to listen for the sounds
of distant laughter, distant laughter—
but the world was let to waste,
and so our course was set for space,
to drift upon our galaxy—
those days are gone, but that’s how it used to be.
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10. |
The Final Mystery
04:22
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[Will]
In the stillness of the night,
while the moon is shining quietly—
that’s the moment you appear to me;
that’s when you become most dear to me.
As we settle down to rest,
when I hear you breathing next to me,
that’s when life seems most complex to me—
and I could almost drown in ecstasy.
But in the silence of my dreams,
you appear, my dear, to question me,
like a child unmade by misery—
and so we mine the final mystery.
[Lauren]
Once we’re doomed to dust,
is there a world that waits for us?
Fool me if you must!
Is there a world that waits for us?
[Will]
Nobody knows.
In the light before the dawn,
with the gentle earth’s awakening,
I can hear your heartbeat beckoning—
and I know you’ve not forsaken me.
But in the deadness of the day,
like a bird, your words return to me,
with the inquest of your inquiry—
and so we mine the final mystery.
[Lauren]
Once we’re doomed to dust,
is there a world that waits for us?
Fool me if you must!
Is there a world that waits for us?
[Will]
Nobody knows.
[Lauren]
Once we’re doomed to dust,
is there a world that waits for us.
Fool me if you must!
Is there a world that waits for us?
Lie to me, my love!
[Will]
There’s a world that waits for us—but nobody goes.
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11. |
Bonnie and Clyde
03:05
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[Will]
You’ve heard about the life of Jesse James—
the way he robbed and killed, and how he died.
You know the bitter infamy of their names,
but now: listen to the tale of Bonnie and Clyde.
Girl, the moment that I saw you,
I knew it was danger you were drawn to.
But tell me, what’s your name, my little sparrow?
[Lauren]
Call me Bonnie Parker.
[Will]
I’m Clyde Barrow.
[Both]
Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde.
[Lauren]
Boy, you had me at “Hello, there.”
We could make our great escape from nowhere.
We won’t have to work or beg or borrow.
We could make a million by tomorrow.
[Both]
As Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde.
[Wil]l
I’ma make a break to take the money.
Whistle once if you see something funny.
[Lauren]
Boy, by now I thought that you’d know better.
Don’t you know we’re going down together.
[Both]
As Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde.
[Both]
Love, we’ll have to make a run now.
But I think we can take ‘em somehow.
[Will]
Don’t you know that no one lives forever?
But I can see that we’ll be well-remembered.
[Both]
As Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde.
[Both]
Hold me close before I leave you.
For even now I feel I need you.
[Lauren]
Darling, now we’re gone to death and glory—
for someday in a song they’ll tell the story
[Both]
of Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde.
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Duncan & Piper Savannah, Georgia
Driven together by a fortuitous twist of creative destiny, Will Duncan and Lauren Piper together strive to write songs both timely and timeless. Though they live in separate cities, a shared appreciation for the power of music obliterates the geographical distance between them. ... more
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