1. |
After the Flood
03:20
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AFTER THE FLOOD
They put another coat of paint on the old cathedral wall
But you can still see a shadow of the waterline
The revelers in the Quarter
Ignore the cracks in the mortar
They're just lookin' for the second line
They wear their bravest faces like carnival masks
And belly up for another round
If dyin' ain't an absolute
Why not jump without a parachute
And don't worry 'bout the long way down
Maybe it ain't our time to go yet
With all that we get thrown at us
We grow in the mud
We flower in the cracks of devastation
Despite our ruination
Like oleander after the flood
Over a bottle of Four Roses in a bar on St. Louis
We trade our stories and compare our scars
The deepest ones we'll never show
And wonder if we'll ever know
If our disasters are written in the stars
He shows me the numbers tattooed on his chest
With a look he meant to bring me to my knees
But he don't know the half of it
And more than I would dare admit
I've weathered storms worse than these
Maybe it ain't our time to go yet
With all that we get thrown at us
We grow in the mud
We flower in the cracks of devastation
Despite our ruination
Like oleander after the flood
Like oleander after the flood
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2. |
Cottonmouth Blues
03:27
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COTTONMOUTH BLUES
You're a tall drink of water
Laced with gasoline
When I drink you in
It burns like sin
And I can find no remedy
Thought I had myself together
All clever words and high-heeled shoes
But when you walk by
My mouth goes dry
You're givin' me the cottonmouth blues
No water, wine or whiskey
Can put me out my misery
I don't know what to do
'Round a man like you
Ain't no cure for these cottonmouth blues
Your love struck like a viper
And it got a hold of me
There's a witchcraft in your lips
And I'm helpless to resist
The agony and ecstasy
Have mercy on me honey
'Cause you know I'm bound to lose
Tell me what can I take
To help me shake
What's givin' me the cottonmouth blues
No water, wine or whiskey
Can put me out my misery
I don't know what to do
'Round a man like you
Ain't no cure for these cottonmouth blues
I don't know what to do
'Round a man like you
Ain't no cure for these cottonmouth blues
Ain't no cure for these cottonmouth blues
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3. |
Goodbye, Española
04:07
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GOODBYE, ESPAÑOLA
I’ve never seen the ocean
Never seen the big city lights
Spend my days in slow motion
Dreaming keeps me up most every night
Dreaming keeps me up most every night
High desert road to a red dirt town
Piñon smoke won’t wash out of my hair
The hot rod kids keep low to the ground
And never seem to go anywhere
Never seem to go anywhere
It’s now or never honey
I just wanna live before I die
And when I get a little money
Goodbye, Española, goodbye
Got a man works on the road crew
Says he’ll take me up to Denver someday
Maybe spring, when the work’s through
And the pass opens up again in May
When the pass opens up again in May
Is it now or never honey?
I just wanna live before I die
And when I get a little money
Goodbye, Española, goodbye
Goodbye, Española, goodbye
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4. |
No Man's Land
02:56
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NO MAN'S LAND
Ain’t no man can be my savior
No man can raise me by his own hand
No man can blame me for his failure
I am no man’s land
No man can sit upon God’s throne
No man has me at his command
No man can claim me for his own
I am no man’s land
No man’s book can tell my story
No man’s judgment can understand
No man’s eyes can see my glory
I am no man’s land
This is not love
This is not love
You can’t love what you can’t set free
If you can’t love me then let me be
No man’s words can still my voice
No man can tell me where I stand
No man’s will can take my choice
I am no man’s land
I am my savior / I am my story
I am my power / I am my glory
I am my beauty / I am my own
I am no man’s land
I am no man’s land
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5. |
Broken Golden
04:32
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BROKEN GOLDEN
Can you lend me a song for awhile
Something that I can hold
Something I can cling to
When the night gets cold
Put words in my mouth
And thoughts in my head
Paint me a picture
And send me to bed
Between me and my sleep
I’ll dream up a mad duet
Broken, golden your voice in my head
Breaks me to pieces and mends me again
It’s not all I want, it’s not all I need
But if it’s all that I can get
Then I guess it’s all right with me
Your melody burns in my chest
And buzzes my lips
Your rhythm a heartbeat
Under my fingertips
Whiskey soured
And honeyed sweet
Stolen glances
Live in my memory
I’m not the first or last to fall
For your sweet refrain
But could I be the one you call
On a soft night after a hard rain
Broken, golden your voice in my head
Breaks me to pieces and mends me again
It's not all I want, it's not all I need
But it’s all that I can get
And I guess it’s all right
I guess it’s all right
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Karen Dahlstrom Brooklyn, New York
Karen Dahlstrom writes original songs rooted in traditional folk and Americana styles. Her latest release, "No Man's Land," is an intimate collection of songs, recorded with just voice and guitar. Her debut EP, “Gem State," includes songs inspired by her home state of Idaho. Karen is also a member of the alt-folk band, Bobtown, who just released their fourth album, "Chasing the Sun." ... more
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