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At Home With You
03:27
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At Home With You
I was left beside the altar
with my only word to sing.
I don’t want to be a miser.
I don’t want to be a king.
But someday I might just have to stand
and wear a crown a while.
Like a matador, I know I’m going to
die inside a ring.
And so I poked a hole inside the moon
and I let the sun come out.
Won’t you take away my pain, Lord,
I know I’m going to feel?
I am home, I’m home,
I’m at home with you.
I went out into the mountains.
And out across the sea.
Like an angel, you were drowned inside
most everything you saw.
And on a newly drawn horizon
or a holy horse’s mane,
there were cities made of water, Lord,
and castles made of snow.
But no, you wouldn’t bow to Jesus.
And you wouldn’t talk to God.
No, you’d never call your daughter
by some title in a book.
I am home, I’m home,
I’m at home with you.
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2. |
The Ashes of That Day
03:34
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The Ashes of That Day
I caught a young man’s face
in the mirror of the lake,
but the demons in my eyes,
they’d gone away.
Oh, I was standing like a fool
inside the prison of myself.
I’m just a silly boy
just like my dad.
And now I’m holding on.
I’m holding on.
Oh, I’m holding to the memories
before they float away.
I’m holding on
to the ashes of that day.
Oh, I called upon the dawn
just like one calls upon a friend.
I said your Christian name
as though a prayer.
And like a river you arrived.
And like a river you were gone.
Still your voice is a beacon
in the night.
And now I’m holding on.
I’m holding on.
Oh, I’m holding to the memories
before they float away.
I’m holding on
to the ashes of that day.
Oh, I saw you as a woman.
And I saw you as a friend.
I saw you standing naked
by the fire.
And you said, “take me as I am”
and so I took you to the ground.
You took me to a place
I didn’t mind.
And now I’m holding on.
I’m holding on.
Oh, I am holding on.
I’m holding on
to the ashes of that day.
And now that we are grown,
now that we’ve known joy,
we must also know of sorrow
and despair.
And we’ll set fire to the ship
that together we had built.
And we’ll watch the ashes
fall into the sea.
And now I’m holding on.
I’m holding on.
Oh, I’m holding to the memories
before they float away.
I’m holding on
to the ashes of that day.
I’m holding on,
so won’t you hold on, too.
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3. |
A Mighty Oak
03:50
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A Mighty Oak
Oh, I was crying into water
and bleeding out my soul.
Faster than a fire,
you were on your toes and looking out—
and so far out to sea.
And my dreams are like a spring
from which the future flows.
I’ve got a song around my neck,
a voice inside my clothes and I must sing.
Oh Lord, how I’ve got to sing.
And I will hold my head up high
while you are there to lay me low
beside my shoes, beside my hat,
whenever I’m to go
wherever I’m to go.
While the moon was off alone
and pulling at the shore,
I thought that I could live
how only God can live but I was wrong.
And I was wronger than I knew.
And my shadow is my own.
It’s younger than I am.
On the day that I grow old,
I’ll put an acorn in the ground so it can grow
way up into a mighty oak.
And I will hold my head up high
while you are there to lay me low
beside my shoes, beside my hat,
whenever I’m to go
wherever I’m to go.
And now my dreams have flooded the world
with what I know.
And all the houses are filled
with waters colored gold.
And I will hold my head up high
while you are there to lay me low
beside my shoes, beside my hat,
whenever I’m to go
wherever I’m to go.
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4. |
Having Never Known Love
05:49
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Having Never Known Love
Oh, on that day
he wore only one of his pant legs up.
It was for to kick a stone.
And now, for to keep her son warm,
she lay a blanket down on the grass
above his burying place.
And it is through The Upward Gate
to kill a dove and, oh, a white dawn will follow.
And I will fail to climb up the sea.
And so carry me down
with a wolf in my eye.
And carry me down
and into your blackestest star.
And carry me down,
oh, into a pas de bourée.
Oh, and down having never known love.
Oh, and crying was a bird—
it was flapping and caught in a cloud.
And I now wipe my last arrow clean.
Oh and Death, he does wear
a gun on his hip as he calls to the willing.
And we have not one more moon to blame.
And it is through The Upward Gate
to kill a dove and, oh, a white dawn will follow.
And I will fail to climb up the sea.
And so carry me down
with a wolf in my eye.
And carry me down
and into your blackestest star.
And carry me down,
oh, into a pas de bourée.
Oh, and down having never known love.
Oh but to flap or to fall?
But what would the flapping do but draw us
one more beautiful question mark?
Oh, and soon I will set
a rung aflame at the bottom and climb on the ladder
and fare thee well from a window on high.
And so carry me down
with a wolf in my eye.
And carry me down
and into your blackestest star.
And carry me down,
oh, into a pas de bourée.
Oh, and down having never known love.
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5. |
Bonafide Man
04:22
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Bonafide Man
Oh, the story I tell you is true.
It’s as true as the ocean is big.
And it’s bigger each day—
deny it and lie to us all.
But let’s put all that to the side.
Yeah, let’s let the politics lie.
‘Cause there’s nothing I’d rather be doing
than singing this song.
Oh, you are the love of my life—
lady, you know who you are.
But it’s tougher than hell
learning to love as we go.
But when I see you succeed,
fulfilling each one of your dreams,
I will salute you
from my place in the ground.
Oh, I will keep you safe
from whatever I can.
If you’ll be my woman,
I’ll be a bonafide man.
But if forever is too short a time
then let’s put forever behind.
‘Cause I’m not afraid
to tell you what I’m afraid of.
‘Cause I’ve got my faith in myself.
And you’ve got your faith in the moon.
And just like a wolf,
you howl at the things you adore.
Oh, I will keep you safe
however I can.
If you’ll do the honors,
oh, I’ll be a bonafide man.
But if our paradise floods
and all is an ocean and cold,
all of our gardens
had better be ready to float.
But if our ocean is kind
and all of our houses remain,
will we be ready to fix
a million mistakes?
Oh, I will keep awake
so that I can shaketh your hand.
If you’ll be my woman,
I’ll be a bonafide man.
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6. |
Coming Home
04:30
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Coming Home
I’m coming home, my love.
Home, my love.
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
And if you hear this song,
oh, don’t go to bed.
I’m coming home.
I will put you down, my love.
Down, my love.
I will put you down.
I will put you down.
And when you fall into sleep,
I will watch you fall.
And then I’ll fall.
I will kiss your eyes, my love.
I will kiss your quiet eyes.
And I will kiss your eyes.
I will kiss your eyes.
And when the fog has gone away,
I’ll be gone as well.
I’m going away.
I’m going away, my love.
Away, my love.
I’m going away.
I’m going away.
And when you would rather go,
oh, I will let you go.
And then I’ll go.
Now say goodbye. my love.
Goodbye, my love.
Now let us say goodbye.
Let’s say goodbye.
And in our last holy embrace,
let us go to bed
and say goodbye.
I’m going home, my love.
Home, my love.
I’m going home.
I’m going home.
And when you hear this song,
don’t go to bed.
I’m going home.
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7. |
The Open Road
03:06
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The Open Road
There are billions of stars in the sky.
Every one of them’s trying to shine
as best as it can.
Every one of them’s trying so hard
to get through the day.
On my wedding day I will be there.
And I hope that you’ll be there as well,
‘cause you are my friend.
I hope that you’ll join me dressed
in the finest you own.
And tell me why must we all fold
under a wide color of snow?
Oh, I won’t deny myself the open road.
I won’t deny myself the open road.
By being born I was way out of line.
But only once am I ever to die
and I’ll never know when.
But don’t leave me to die on my own
like everyone else.
‘Cause only ice and I know that I’m cold.
But I wanted my skin to grow old
and now, know what, it is.
But I wish that I knew what was right
and I knew what was wrong.
And tell me why must we all fold
under a wide color of snow?
Oh, I won’t deny myself the open road.
I won’t deny myself the open road.
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To The Only Place Everyone Goes
Oh, how I sup alone.
How I wander where many will won’t.
So I put to rest
the back of my head
upon a window
that’s a’taking the rain.
Oh, she went into fever
and she tore from the bed
a quilt come to be
by her very own hands.
But at least we can say
she was happy
to have lived at all.
Tell me now,
where is that cross-road
where I must testify?
Oh, I am coming.
Yes, I am coming.
But let me at least shine my shoes.
It was the night
before I threw sail.
Oh, my dear mother,
she beckoned me forth.
And she said to me, “boy,
oh soon, so soon,
they’ll be laying me low.
Ain’t it so, Lord, ain’t it so.
But don’t you bother to grieve.
No, go now my son
and have you a time.”
Oh, I said, “my mother,
oh please, my mother,
don’t leave me to find my own way.”
I am coming.
Oh yes, I am coming.
But let me at least shine my shoes.
And now my father,
oh, he’s looking so proud.
He’s pressed in his uniform
there in that oval picture frame.
And I stood myself in the mirror
but there weren’t much to see.
So I tucked in my shirt
to honor my pa and I sat
plumb on a fence
and I had me a dwell
on what is to come.
Oh, I am going.
Oh yes, I am going
to the only place everyone goes.
I am coming.
Oh yes, I am coming.
But let me at least shine my shoes.
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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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