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Weeping Willow
03:13
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Weeping willow, pining tree
Your bleeding heart, is speaking to me
And the weather is changing, whether I like it or not
An old ragged raincoat, is all that I've got
And when the rain falls
And I can hardly stand
I'll weep with the willow
It might understand
But the weeping willow, is only a tree
If only a song, could bring you to me
And the weather is changing, and the rain's gonna fall
And all I can do, is try and hold on
And when the rain falls
And I can hardly stand
I'll weep with the willow
It might understand
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2. |
Bright Red Apple
02:26
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Maybeline where'd you put my gun
Where'd you hide my love away
Where'd you hide my fun
You can keep five bullets
Its only gonna take me one
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Not everyone can be a bright red apple
Part of the apple tree
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Some of us are full of worms
Living in a misery
I can taste the ocean blue
Staring at the bottom of the rain barrel
Knowing what I gotta do
Haven't been so certain
Since the day I married you
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Not everyone can be a bright red apple
Part of the apple tree
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Some of us are full of worms
Living in a misery
Spent the day in the garden bed
Move on over rutabaga
Sure do envy them
Dug myself a hole
Where I can lay my lettuce head
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Not everyone can be a bright red apple
Part of the apple tree
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Some of us are full of worms
Living in a misery
Tired of being the man I am
I'd give everything I own
To start over again
I'd rather be a rainstorm
I'd rather be the wind
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Not everyone can be a bright red apple
Part of the apple tree
Lordy Lord, woe is me
Some of us are full of worms
Living in a misery
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3. |
Fangs of Fortune
05:21
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I had a dream about your cooking
The excitement in the air
I watched a ball of string roll of my tongue
Like the knots were hardly there
I hear church bells in the distance
Playing my favorite song
The wind is like an old friend
Carrying that tune along
Just like the colors in a picture
If you don't expect them to turn out right
They'll never turn out wrong
I was walking through the prairie grass
Sun shining on my face
You could say my heart was broken in
But I had plenty left to say
That's when I felt the presence
Then the poison and the pain
Little fangs of fortune
Had chosen me that day
I drifted into darkness
The feeling lasted long
I dreamt about your cooking
And then my life was gone
Just like the colors in a picture
If you don't expect them to turn out right
They'll never turn out wrong
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4. |
My Glass Eyes
03:36
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Maybeline you slipped into my dream
Your face woke me in the morning
I tried hard to toughen up
And make you disappear
Then you showed up without warning
And my glass eyes
Filled to the brim
They've got a mind of their own
My thirsty heart
Coughing blood
Rolling around on the floor
It always seems to crack me at the seams
When the voices start a circling
I loose my head and run around
And find a nice dark place
Do some twitching and some jerking
And my glass eyes
Filled to the brim
They've got a mind of their own
My thirsty heart
Coughing blood
Rolling around on the floor
Maybeline you slipped into my dream
Your face woke me in the morning
I tried hard to toughen up
And make you disappear
Then you showed up without warning
And my glass eyes
Filled to the brim
They've got a mind of their own
My thirsty heart
Coughing blood
Rolling around on the floor
And my glass eyes
Filled to the brim
They've got a mind of their own
My thirsty heart
Coughing blood
Rolling around on the floor
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5. |
Leave Me Softly
04:29
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Leave me softly in the morning
Find your way out of the back door
Past all the empty bottles
And the clothes on the floor
What seems so easy in the nightime
With a belly full of red wine
Turns to heartache in the morning
And a headache turn of mind
There's a darkness in my heart love
You have known it from the start love
Now the way you're looking at me
Is what I was afraid of
And I know
What I'm doing isn't right
But I'd do anything
To shine a light
On this darkened heart of mine
Maybe when my heart's done healing
I'd return the way you're feeling
But for now let's keep it easy
And leave it in the evening
So leave me softly in the morning
Find your way out of the back door
Past all the empty bottles
And the clothes on the floor
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6. |
Falling Down
03:32
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Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down again
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Finally got my ducks all in a row
Finally got my ducks all in a row
Got them in so close the cracks don't even show
Finally got my ducks all in a row
Then one day the leaves came falling down
Summertime got too big for this town
My ducks all flew away and left me here to stay
Then one day the leaves came falling down
Falling down
Falling down again
Falling down
Falling down again
I've been walking a straight line for too long
I've been walking a straight line for too long
I always get uptight when nothing's going wrong
I've been walking a straight line for too long
Soon enough that straight line's gonna curl
I'll sit back and watch that rope unfurl
And from a great unknown an order will return
Soon enough that straight line's gonna curl
Gonna curl
Gonna curl again
Gonna curl
Gonna curl again
I can feel the sunshine on my face
I can feel that sunshine on my face
And though it won't last long I'll enjoy it while it stays
I can feel the sunshine on my face
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down again
Drip drip drop and the rain comes falling down
Falling down
Falling down again
Falling down
Falling down again
Again, again, oh again and again
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7. |
Your Two Cents
03:22
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There's a kind of poetry in the way of a working man
A calmness in his eyes and a steady in his hand
Don't go messing up that picture that I paint
With all the filthy things you say and the poetry that they ain't
You wouldn't ask a poor man for money
You wouldn't ask a drunk for a drink
I didn't ask you for your two cents
And I don't care what you think
There's a kind of reverie in a story left untold
The mysteries of a stoic and the wisdom they could hold
And if you kept your mouth shut at least I could pretend
There wasn't rotten garbage filling up your head
You wouldn't ask a poor man for money
You wouldn't ask a drunk for a drink
I didn't ask you for your two cents
And I don't care what you think
If you weren't such an asshole you'd be a decent guy
You sure can lay that hammer down and I'd want you on my side
If you wore a muzzle, put a bag over your head,
And every time you had the urge to speak
You just bit your tongue instead
You wouldn't ask a poor man for money
You wouldn't ask a drunk for a drink
I didn't ask you for your two cents
And I don't care what you think
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8. |
I'll Find the Door
01:51
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It's hardly fair for me to stare but oh you look so pretty
Pretty sure I wanna go upstairs and make you mine
But when I've got you all alone
My head just starts a spinning
And I can't take it anymore
I'll find the door
We agreed that what we need is keeping this thing easy
It's only temporary love, decided from the start
Then when things start lighting up
The air is getting heavy
And I can't take it anymore
I'll find the door
You said that it's ok maybe we'll try again tomorrow
But darlin I have read ahead, tomorrow never came
And it must be clear by now
I'm hardly holding down
And I can't take it anymore
I'll find the door
And I can't take it anymore
I'll find the door
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9. |
Rhubarb Pie
04:43
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I spent some time in Dakota
Saw Willie Nelson play Minnesota
Trouble in North Carolina
Had a wife once in Nova Scotia
These days I'd rather be straight then high
I'm happy eating rhubarb pie
My house in the middle of nowhere
And some peace of mind
I rolled a van down the east coast
Burning wheels and trails of dust
I hauled a boat through the bible belt
Covered in mud and covered in rust
These days I'd rather be straight then high
I'm happy eating rhubarb pie
My house in the middle of nowhere
And some peace of mind
I spent some time in the forest
Among the birds, the bees, and the foliage
I guess I did like it more or less
But I've got a secret I must confess
These days I'd rather be straight then high
I'm happy eating rhubarb pie
My house in the middle of nowhere
And some peace of mind
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10. |
Turn the Record Over
02:52
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Party's over
Your friends are gone
Still heavy
And you were all along
You're tired of dancing
You're tuckered out
For a moment
You're all alone
Somewhere hiding lies a second wind
To sing another song
Turn the record over play it again
Play it all night long
Somewhere hiding lies a familiar voice
Who's singing another song
When the party's finally over
When the whiskey river's dry
When you think you've given all you can give
Just give one last thing a try
Turn the record over play it again
There's always another side
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Stacy Lloyd Brown Edmonton, Alberta
Stacy Lloyd Brown is a Canadian singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist born and raised under the northern lights in Grande Prairie Alberta. With one foot rooted in the memory of AM country radio and the other foot flying off into a science fiction fever dream, Stacy’s music stumbles along an imaginary line between tradition and the wild unknown. ... more
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