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Big Crane
03:21
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I stepped out in the dirty rain, stood beneath the big old crane
A young man in a stranger's coat, chains hang in round his throat
Big crane, hear my shout, big crane gonna lift my doubt
As I stood beneath the big old crane mhmm
I see the castle, I see the church
Hear the bells down at Oude Kerk
Big crane make it stop, take away this ticking clock
Big crane, hear my shout, big crane gonna lift my doubt
As I stood beneath the big old crane mhmm
Someone catch me if I fall, ‘cause I made my bed on the Berlin wall
Have mercy if I sleep, rock me slowly, rock me deep
Big crane, hear my shout, big crane gonna lift my doubt
As I stood beneath the big old crane mhmm
Take my seat on that train, watch the city roll away
Big crane brought me back, lifted me back on the tracks
Big crane heard my shout, big crane gonna drag me out
As I stood beneath the big old crane yeah
As I stood beneath the big old crane
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2. |
A Wayward Sun
03:29
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My plane crossed over the ocean, almost lost a whole day
But my father’s waiting with pure devotion and I can’t wait to see him again
He’s sayin’ my wayward son,
Put on your hat
When the rain comes, let it roll off your back
‘Cause you’re almost home… almost, and I can’t wait to see you again
No, I can’t wait to see you again
By the banks of the Hudson river, my old friend is calling my name
And it feels like a change in the weather and I can’t wait to see him again
He’s sayin’ my wayward friend,
Put on your pack
When the rain comes, let it roll off your back
‘Cause you’re almost home… almost, and I can’t wait to see you again
No I can’t wait to see you again
It’s a long road into November and the cold wind catches your breath
Like a rope tied tight ‘round your fender, you’re towing me back to my sense
Sayin’ my wayward son,
Put on your pack
When the rain comes, let it roll off your back
‘Cause you’re almost home, you’re almost home and I can’t wait to see you again
No I can’t wait to see you again
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3. |
Happy Man
02:54
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I tried to forget your face
But you left a mark that I cannot erase
You drew upon my heart, you drew a piece of art
You left a mark that I cannot erase
As the winds race, my feet are keeping pace
And with, or without you, I’m a happy man
I tried to forget what you said
Still your words whisper in my head
I took from your lips, all of your secrets
Still your words whisper in my head
As the winds race, my feet are keeping pace
And with you, or without you I’m a happy man
As the winds race, my feet are keeping pace
And with, or without you, I’m a happy man
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4. |
The Same Cloth
02:35
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One, two, three, four, count to ten we’re on the floor
Eight, nine, tell me that I’m doing fine
One two three four, count to ten we’re at the door
Eight, nine, ten we start over again
People pass me by on the street, on the street,
No they don’t see me behind closed doors
What they don’t see won’t hurt them at all
They see what they want and they do only what they choose
One, two, three, four count to ten we’re on the floor
Eight, nine, you told me I was doing fine
One two three four, count to ten we’re at the door
Eight, nine, ten we start over and…
You and I were cut from the same cloth, just a different thread
Oh, a tail with the loose ends, tangled up in bed
People pass me by on the street, on the street
No, they don’t see me behind closed doors
They don’t see the joker, they don’t see the fool
They see what they want and they do only what they…
You and I were cut from the same cloth, just a different thread
Oh, a tail with the loose ends, tangled up in bed
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5. |
Home From Home
02:53
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I find myself on foreign shores, I left behind an open door
I’m looking for a place to call my home from home
There’re things I need to learn, things I need to do my own way
Maybe I’ll return and I’ll be a different way at my
Home from home, my home from home
I think I found a place to settle down, get my roots into the ground
I found a place that I could call my home from home
my home from home
There’re things I need to learn, things I need to do my own damn way
Maybe I’ll return and I’ll be a different way, I’ll be at my
Home from home, my home from home
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A Different Thread North Carolina
“Warm, deep singer-songwriters who have drank from the well of 20th century tradition” - Folk Radio
UK
A Different Thread, is the collaboration between Robert Jackson from Lichfield, England, and Alicia Best from Durham, North Carolina, USA. Both traveling songwriters in their own right, they first met while busking in Galway, Ireland, back in 2016 and have been touring together ever since.
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