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Bonny Ghost
03:51
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Oh, my brother, come in close
and let me keep you from the cold.
And let us live our tragic tale
below the lights and all the eyes.
It is to you I look for strength.
And where my dreams end you begin.
You were such a precious boy,
like a sparrow on the sky.
But now you are a ghost.
Oh now you are a ghost.
Oh and such a bonny ghost.
I will remember you in song.
And all the powers of your sigh;
all the ways that you were gold.
I’ll forget you if I can.
I will try beyond my strength,
beyond the muscles of my eyes.
I will altogether fail.
Oh but you I will not betray.
You were such a precious boy.
But now you are a ghost.
Now you are a ghost.
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2. |
Ain't it So
04:06
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Oh, my girl, I’ve got nothing but my life to give to you.
I hope you know I hope I fall in love with you again.
I will watch as you climb back on your horse and ride away.
I hope you dream, and dream as though you haven’t got a choice.
I won’t beg for you to put such little faith in me.
I believe that we may never come to meet again.
And ain’t it so there’s a place beyond all heavens that we know.
Ain’t it so, God was waiting there for you that day,
feathers falling soft upon the ground.
And ain’t it so, if you love another you should tell the world.
Ain’t it so, but I’m just happy for the time we shared.
Do not worry nothing for your soul.
Oh ain’t is so.
And will you please deliver me from all the men I’ve been?
And when I go I will leave my body to the wolves.
I can see another wall beyond the one I face.
I saw the day reflected in the light upon your eyes.
I was sold. I’d never been so happy in my life.
Oh my girl, you’re wonderful in such a simple way.
And ain’t it so there’s a place beyond all heavens that we know.
Ain’t it so, God was waiting there for you that day,
feathers falling soft upon the ground.
And ain’t it so, if you love another you should tell the world.
Ain’t it so, but I’m just happy for the time we shared.
Do not worry nothing for your soul.
Oh ain’t is so.
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I went walking on a wall
with a light beside my shoe.
It was then I found out how
I could use a little rest.
And it was on the darkest day
they tied me to the bed,
and chained me to the wall.
But still I got away.
And I will go…
I’ll be going home with you
no matter the way.
And I stood and took a swing.
I was left to mind my own.
Oh, you want to name our girl…
your father, rest his soul.
But I saw it all in you.
You were everything I saw.
Your shadow came alive
purple like a king and queen.
So I will go…
And I’ll be going home with you
no matter the way.
And I will go…
I’ll be going home with you
no matter the way.
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I see myself as the father
and as the son of my own self.
Although I wish it weren’t true
I’m coming home to you.
Oh no, my love, do not let me grow
too weak to take my life.
If everyone would just start a war
wouldn’t everything be fine?
And I haul myself
down to The River Lethe.
You take hand and you say in sighs
that you thank me for my death.
And then I hold you.
And you hold me.
I can hear the future calling
from a star above the sea.
And tell me, what was I to do?
As if every thought wasn’t a thought of you.
It’s hard to write a love song
living in New York.
And I’ve worked hard for my despair.
I put my future in a body-bag.
And I hurried into sleep to dream
to sodomize the moon.
And I fall before you
off the bow.
I recall to you your beauty
with a demon in my mouth.
And then I hold you.
And you hold me.
I can hear the future calling
from a star above the sea.
I cut my hair with a broken jaw.
I set an angel’s wing on fire.
Can I ask you not to think of me
until after I have gone?
And only now I’ve spent a night in jail
after all that I have done.
I’d never recommend myself
feeling like a group of gods.
And I find myself
at the bottom of a rain.
And the butcher’s daughter with the bottom,
she sold a stripper-pole to me.
And then I hold you.
And you hold me.
I can hear the future calling
from a star above the sea.
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5. |
Under The Gold
05:10
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I will hang like a jewel.
I will sleep in the rain.
I will dream of a prayer—
the only prayer that I know.
And like everyone else,
even God can need help.
Even an angel himself
can be nobody else.
There was fear in your eyes
as you helplessly cried
and you silently told
my fortune for free.
I will wash off the blood
from these hands that I hold.
But I will never be free
from the guilt that I’ve sown.
I will never be free
from this guilt that I’ve sown.
I’m under the gold…
But I will stand before the gods
and answer what they will.
For Heaven isn’t far away
but it sure as hell ain’t here.
And how I wish that you
could be here with me tonight, my love.
But other than that
I don’t have a care at all.
But if purity is false
and if the honest are gone, oh no,
then the ocean has turned
into the blackest of snow.
But you will not again walk,
at least not above ground.
But may you forever sing
and may your honor resound.
And I will show you the way
to my bed on the floor
if you will show me the way
to any place safe.
And I will stand at the gates.
And I will face all my fears.
I’ll let you love me to death.
And I will love you right back.
I’ll let you love me to death.
And I will love you right back.
I’m under the gold.
But I will stand before the gods
and answer what they will.
For Heaven isn’t far away
but it sure as hell ain’t here.
And how I wish that you
could be here with me tonight, my love.
But other than that
I don’t have a care at all.
But I won’t hide like the moon
behind the back of your eyes.
I will stand with you here
wearing none of my clothes.
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6. |
God Save The Queen
04:52
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God save the Queen
and take me with all the trimmings.
And we, we are concerned
for the safety of those who already are dead now.
And I, of course, I am afraid
that the man I was will be my son.
Oh, will you be my sublime associate?
Oh, my surviving friends are few,
so will you give me a girl? Any girl will do.
And lay the door upon the ground.
For your piano holds my only sickle cell.
Oh, and whisper with Sophia from in the womb
about a love between John Adams and Abigail.
Oh, will you be my sublime associate?
And I said, “how the flowers taste so sweet
as you bless me with every curse now.”
Oh and I, I will turn my eyes around
as you take off your pants with a Phillips-head.
Oh, and spare we the canopy hail and rain
as we sail our ship with a table cloth.
Oh, will you be my sublime associate?
Oh, God save the save the Queen.
And will you take me with all the trimmings?
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7. |
Heave it to Ho
04:54
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Heave it to ho, now, boy, heave it to ho.
And let us to learn that we need not for to pass a dish of coins.
We are all into the wings of a quiet place.
And so I said, Oh.
I said, Oh,
I will lay my body down
at your mountain-side.
But your baby was born at the floor of a forest
to be led by the dead and the blown, and afraid of the calm
of the day when the wind is in your skull.
And so I said, Oh,
I said, Oh,
I will lay my body down
at your mountain-side.
And then from above our bed
you will fall from the top of a dream.
I will wish you an immediate death.
Then you feel with your hands and on to a star
in a tent of a woe. Oh, but how much can a rain bucket hold?
And the coldest place can so often be the eye.
And so I said, Oh,
I said, Oh,
I will lay my body down
at your mountain-side.
And heave it to ho, now, boy, heave it to ho.
And let us to learn that we need not for to pass a dish of coins.
We are all into the wings of a quiet place.
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8. |
The Gavel Falls
04:00
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Oh I saw you there
where the water goes.
It was a deeper blue
than any field above
or any sea we know
or any lover’s crossed
or any child has drawn
on any bedroom wall.
I will meet you there.
And I will hold your hand.
I’ll be keeping close
until the gavel falls.
What a holy grace
I saw your body had
as I watched you make
for the water-hole.
And your footing falls
onto the heather soft
as a sailor’s prayer
when he meets his death.
I will meet you there.
And I will hold your hand.
I’ll be keeping close
until the gavel falls.
When your eyes are shut
and your hands are cold
I will bow my head
and I will say your name.
And when the stars are high
and the sky is blind,
oh, it’s only then
that I’ll be fully born.
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9. |
Water From a Chandelier
03:55
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You poured the sun from out of the moon
as if it were the sea in the hull of a submarine and I,
I touched your leg and a little higher still.
And so you sang the heiresses home.
A rain arrived unnoticed and cold.
The lake, it filled with light-bulbs of itself.
And then I saw in a telescope
you’d pressed between two ices a rose.
The sky was filled with too many subtleties.
And so I wrote a poem in paint
on a sail on a ship in a bottle I broke.
I took to the way with the middle hour by.
We made love in the snow.
And then we sang our praises in bed.
We knew that we would never sing them again and our eyes,
they met like stone as slow as a continent.
And then we lay on the skin of a bear.
Your body, like a clock, it couldn’t be touched.
You cried in a way becoming to your eyes.
And then I hand-delivered a note
to the ghost of a god in the body of a girl.
You passed a dream from your eye to my mouth.
And a soldier who has chosen to go
to battle I will die in the nude if I can.
I will fall headlong into you.
We will make love in the snow.
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10. |
A Gentle Rain
05:53
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Oh, will you kiss me, girl, before your hair has a chance to dry?
I’m never to hear that sigh of yours again.
Oh, but please don’t move.
Love, no, I will come to you.
That door has not a key and it never has.
I will pay my alms to the morning.
I have no other hand to give to you.
Oh, and money is not the reason that I’m poor.
Those days of coming home to you are gone.
And then you reached on out
and touched the mountain with your hand.
I’d never felt so far away from God.
And then you gave me life.
I only had to disappear.
Oh, I will build my place of rest before I rest.
I wanted no part in your saving.
I wanted no part in being saved.
And then your wings touched down onto the surface of the lake.
Oh, those days of coming home to you are gone.
And then you called me, Love,
by another sinful name.
How powerful a gentle rain can be.
Oh, and Your Honor, please,
with the mercy that you have,
will you give me one more day beside my love?
Oh, I was young and as foolish as the sunlight.
And maybe I’d already lost my way.
Oh and New York City is so quiet in the snow.
Those days of coming home to you are gone.
And then the sky was blue
and the clouds were holding still.
It was as cold as the day that Woody Guthrie died.
And you were beautiful,
especially when you’d cry,
as we passed into that place of letting go.
And then I walked you into the river.
And then I laid you down into your final place.
And I set fire to your body on a bed of columbine.
Oh, those days of coming home to you are gone.
And I could see myself in the window.
The ghost of hope is howling in its sleep.
And only water will officiate my passing from this world.
Those days of coming home to you are gone.
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Her Ladyship Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Her Ladyship is a Pittsburgh based indie-folk band featuring lush, soulful harmonies, acoustic guitar, and evocative,
literary lyrics.
Members:
Brian Reyburn
Berry Breene
Michael McCormick
Andrew Hendryx
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