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Hourglass
05:04
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As he walks through the doorway he turns to remind her
To bring her umbrella cause the weatherman says rain
Because she's always forgetting things she should remember
Like her bag, her funny hat, and that silver key chain
His thoughts go drifting back the first time he saw her
Can't believe it's been 60 years such a long time ago
She held a rose in one childlike hand was waving with the other
A princess at the county fair in a Cadillac real slow
Chorus:
Snapshots of memories in the hourglass of time
Like grains of sand they're slipping through her fingers and her mind
Sifting through the reasons and trying to find a rhyme
Turn it over a second time
Married her they raised a family tiny acorns grew to tall oak trees
Then were swept away on a summer breeze fleeting shadows one by one
Hand in hand they'd stand and look upon faded grass on the old front lawn
Trodden by children who played from early dawn 'til the street lights came on.
Years flew past as they're wont to do he grew older and she did too
Fragile flower fading colors just awaiting the coming frost
Chorus
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2. |
Wish I'd Never
05:02
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Wish I'd never laid eyes on you with the sunlight on your face
Wish I'd never been held by you in the warmth of your embrace
I'm grieving and I'm broken in parts
You left having laid waste to my heart.
Wish I'd never been fooled by you with your fallacies and lies
Wish I'd never looked deeply into those unrepentant eyes
Love's blind but I should have known from the start
You left having laid waste to my heart.
Bridge:
One more chance to swing open the door
Don't look back and believe in love once more.
Wish I'd never been loved by you in the warm breeze of the spring
Wish I'd never heard tender words and the pain that they can bring
That space you call your soul is empty and dark
You left having laid waste to my heart
You left having laid waste to my heart.
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3. |
Badlands
04:43
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Father was a good man never harmed another soul
A humble life of intention in his 80 years or so
My skin's the shade of caramel His was black as night
Mother was the lucky one hers was porcelain white.
Father was a cobbler worked his fingers to the bone
Never could quite get ahead so we called the Badlands home
The white folk came from all around cause he was the best for miles
Head down always looking at their feet he should have looked into their smiles
Chorus:
It's a wicked wind that blows through Lincoln's prairie town
Hang that white cloth out so they'll think
You’re the kind they want around.
Mother says she felt it coming walking to town her skin would crawl
Maybe 'twas just the August heat maybe just the writing on the wall.
Some say he was brave but Mother says he was hard-headed
'Cause when they came for him he stood his ground
Strung him up in the old oak we played on as kids
On the Governor's side of town
Chorus
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4. |
Lake Shore Limited
04:52
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Rolling out of Boston on the noontime train
It’s snowing Christmas Day out on the frozen terrain
Heading through the Berkshires on the way to Chicago
We're gonna take this train as far as it will go
Worcester, Albany, Syracuse, Buffalo
My nose is cold and pressed against the pane don't you know
Hey what's that comin' around the bend ain't that Lake Erie
We're gonna stay up late until our minds are just too weary
Chorus:
The mournful horn sounds look out up ahead
Traveling on the westbound Lake Shore Limited
As nighttime falls the rails keep tempo once again
Let's raise a glass this silent night and call on amen
Riding here the two of us alone we're incognito
gonna play along with the game until we hit Toledo
We're gaining speed hey can you read the signs flying by
I think that was just South Bend's fireworks in the sky
We'll soon be there don't have a care
And I can't help but wonder
Do you think they'll let us stay aboard a little while longer
Chorus
Bridge:
We'll savor winter's landscape passing by us
The stillness of the beauty that surrounds us
The memories that we hold they will remind us
Once again
'Cause we're rolling out of Boston on the noontime train
It’s snowing Christmas Day out on the frozen terrain
Heading through the Berkshires on the way to Chicago
We're gonna take this train as far as it will go
Chorus
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5. |
Nowhere to Land
04:29
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I'm sittin' on the back of the Hornet
Staring at the amber sun
Thinking about my family in Boston
And the mission to be done
Four months ago they hit Pearl Harbor
In the tranquil Hawaiian blue
I wonder if those pilots felt this empty
Knowing what they had to do
Chorus:
Every day we live our lives
And figure out our plans
We remember the lessons from our past
You can’t always count
On there being a tomorrow
Especially when you have nowhere to land
There was no destination to prepare for
Jimmy Doolittle would lead our pack
We knew that once these birds were airborne
There would be no turning back.
We skimmed across the endless ocean
With destruction in our wake
Not a single word was spoken
As we flew to meet our fate
Chorus:
I'm sittin on the back of the Hornet
Looking out at San Francisco Bay
70 years have passed by
Since the Raiders had their day
We had our final reunion
Only four of us remain
Soon I will see my brothers
Then we will fly again
Chorus
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6. |
Goodbye Again
05:19
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It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise.
There's frosting on the windowpane and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading quietly the night is nearly gone
And so you turn away from me and tears begin to come
Chorus:
And it's goodbye again I'm sorry to be leaving you.
Goodbye again as if you didn't know
It's goodbye again and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go
It seems a shame to leave you now the days are soft and warm
I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms
I long to kiss your tears away and give you back your smile.
But other voices beckon me so for a little
Chorus
Bridge:
I have to go and see some friends of mine and some that I don't know
and some who aren't familiar with my name.
It's something that's inside of me not hard to understand
It's anyone who'll listen to me sing
So if your hours are empty now who am I to blame
You think if I were always here our love would be the same
As it is the time we have is worth the time alone
And lying by your side's the greatest peace I've ever known
Chorus
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7. |
Whispered Words
04:59
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She's a songsmith and a poet and I think she knows it
As she weaves her songs and dreams through the mist of the winter's dawn
Calling upon old memories and happenstance of life then and now
Telling the stories of her life ain't always easy
Once in a while she'd like to sing someone else's song
Following down the path that life has chosen for her
Sometimes seems too long.
Chorus:
Whispered words like the rustling of leaves in summer
Blow through my mind just like the wind
Whispered words stream through my window in sunlight
Whispered words for you my friend.
Young man on a mission gotta make it before he's 29
As he sings of heartbreak and lies and fairy tales
He's wondering when his ship in life will come in
Then he'll be in full sail
Takes the stage plays the songs that he wrote from his heart
The songs that she will never hear
They parted years ago but still he can't let go
And it pains him still
Chorus
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8. |
Winter's Ballet
03:29
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Midnight and I’m alone with you
The snow is softly falling
Embers are dying and the candle’s dim
Above the clouds the moon is crawling
Don’t sleep the wind through the pines is calling me
Catch your breath let's creep outside
For the dawn of the morning we'll be stallin'
Chorus:
Come on with me we can dance outside
Join the snow pirouetting on this moonless night
Willows bow down as we waltz by
And lay snow petals at our feet
Winter’s Ballet is now complete
Midnight and I’m alone with you
Guitars are softly strumming
Nightingales singing in three-four time
While the mockingbird is calling
Stay with me the night is young and open to see
What is now and forever will be
A Winter’s Ballet for you and for me
Chorus
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9. |
Magnolia Wind
04:18
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I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet
And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
And I'd rather die young than to live without you
I'd rather go hungry than to eat lonesome stew
You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again
It's here and it's gone on a Magnolia Wind
I'd rather not walk through the garden again
If I can't catch your scent on a Magnolia Wind
Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis' pack up your fiddle Sis' pack up your bow
If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
I'd rather not hear pretty music again
If I can't catch your fiddle on a Magnolia Wind
If I can't catch your scent on a Magnolia Wind
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10. |
Song for Ann
06:18
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She was an orphan girl raised in a stranger's house
Nothing to her name but a cotton mattress on a metal bed
Thoughts of her dear mother and a father who forgot her
Were replaced by dreams of hope for a heart on the mend
He was a widowed man hailed from Illinois
His was a well-worn face garnered from his hard-luck life
He didn't mark the days didn't seem to care at all
He only thought of her when counting the failures in his life
14 years dragged by time to resurrect the past
Her father came one night so different than she'd seen him last
A little worse for wear his eyes were hard and black as coal
She'd soon realize they matched the texture of his soul.
Chorus:
She's traveling down the open road
'Tween miles and miles of gold
Abandoned girl a wounded heart
With many tears to sow
She'll grab a dream and hold it fast
Keep it close never let it go
There's no comfort in awakening
Pray God bless her soul
On a slate grey morning she left that world behind
For the red brick streets and the Sangamon County mines
To a dimly lit cafe where her father brought her
For the second time in her young life to abandon his daughter
Day turns to dusk soon night settles in
People come and go their day at an end
Shadows creeping down the walls then lay silent on the floor
She's listening for that bell to ring that won't ring anymore.
Chorus
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11. |
Still Standing
04:35
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Crooked brick streets and white picket fences
The old high school down the block
Grandpa helped build it when he was younger
It's still standing 'tho he's not
The old folks lived east of town out near Monroe
What some used to call in the sad part of town
It didn't matter much to us in the spring it meant
A field full of tulips apricots on the ground.
Chorus:
Chase the moon down the road on a firefly-lit night
Where the cornstalks grow so tall you'll get lost from sight
In my Midwestern town.
He came down from Kentucky land he was an honest man
With the law he loved he was self-taught
He was the best of them when he was younger
His legend's still standing 'tho he's not
We'll walk the trail he used rub his nose at the tomb
In the library thumb through the pages
Walk through his house on Jackson Street
Imagine he and William Spence did meet
Now he belongs to the ages
Chorus
Instrumental bridge
She was a crinkly nosed beauty she came from that part of town
Where comfort was a stranger falling stars were not caught
She was my best friend when we were younger
Her memory's still standing 'tho she's not.
She loved that old car, her family, and the Rolling Stones
Wild Horses couldn't drag her away
Her spirit stands stronger than any I remember
She'll ride them again one day
Chorus
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12. |
April Come She Will
02:41
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old
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Folkapotamus Boston, Massachusetts
Folkapotamus is a Boston area based folk duo consisting of Penni Hart and Tony Trites. They have been performing together
since 2011 at various venues throughout New England, such as the legendary Club Passim and The Burren.
Folkapotamus was honored to be selected by Wanda Fischer of WAMC to perform in the Folk DJ showcase at the 2019 FARM folk conference in Michigan.
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