1. |
On A Whim
03:23
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In this town, nothing’s changed, in fact you look just the same
Same old deamons knocking at your door
But in this room, between these walls, yeah there lies something more
Something simple, something humble, something pure
And all my friends are all made up, yeah, some might call that luck
But a lucky man still has a price to pay
Tell me, what is it I’m supposed to say
Should I live this life day by day
Or maybe I should risk it on a whim
Up in New York, they’re in turmoil, in London they got the blues
But in this room, there’s a friend that I could use
But all my friends are all made up, yeah someone filled their cup
And I’m staring down an empty glass again
Singing, what is it I’m doing here
Must be time to face my fear
Or maybe I should risk it on a whim
On a whim
On a whim
Can’t you hear it calling in the wind
On a whim
On a whim
Can’t you hear it call again
Yeah, maybe I’ll just risk it on a whim
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2. |
Hold Me Down
02:47
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Hold me down, for a minute as I hit the ground, for a second as I stir around to ease my itchy feet
Hold my tongue, as I figure out my right from wrong, as I find a way to get along, get along with you
Hold me down (hold me down), Hold me down (hold me down)
Hold me down
Hold me down (hold me down), Hold me down (hold me down)
Gotta hold me down
Call me brave, just for a minute as I dig this grave, for a second as I try and save, save me from myself
And hear me out, listen to me as I scream and shout, ‘cause you know you gotta let it out, let it out on me
So hold me down (hold me down), Hold me down (hold me down)
Hold me dowon
Hold me down (hold me down), Hold me down (hold me down)
Gotta hold me down
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3. |
Potter's Field
04:19
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They don’t know I came to town in my wedding dress
My shoes were shined, I tried my very best
He took my name and he gave me his
But I’d rather none than a name like this
Lay me in a shallow grave
Wrap me in a linen shroud
I would settle for a stone without a name
Out in the potter’s field
I would settle for a stone without a name
I never spoke about the silk and the satin too
That he gave to me to hide the black and blue
But in the dead of night and behind closed doors
His rage was never satisfied with more
Lay me in a shallow grave
Wrap me in a linen shroud
I would settle for a stone without a name
Out in the potter’s field
I would settle for a stone without a name
You should’ve seen me on the night I left
Bare feet on the floor and part way dressed
But it starts in the fingers and it moves from there
A frozen girl on the old church stairs
Lay me in a shallow grave
Wrap me in a linen shroud
I would settle for a stone without a name
Out in the potter’s field
I would settle for a stone without a name
Well the prettiest thing I’ve seen since I left the farm
Was the frost shining in the morning sun
And the care with which the old man lay me down
As if he’d lost a daughter of his own
Lay me in a shallow grave
Wrap me in a linen shroud
I would settle for a stone without a name
Out in the potter’s field
I would settle for a stone without a name
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4. |
Rosa Rosa
02:50
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Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun, he said
Rosa, Rosa life’s too long to stay young, he said
Rosa, Rosa, don’t get the gun
Then in the dead of night, tip-toe down the hall
Why were they sleeping? Why didn’t they hear her fall?
Now she’s in a bright room, who was the one to make the call?
Who was the one to make the call?
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun
Scissors in the drawer too, She knows life’s unfair
Locked up by her mother, who taught her how to care
Now she’s in a white room, who was the one to lock her there?
Who was the one to lock her there?
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun
Why’d they sit her by the window and
Give her a vacant stare
Walk her up and down the corridor, but her mind’s not there
Twenty feet of rope down and below the water’s deep
Have you seen her mother, she’s walking half asleep
What good is dreaming? The papers are signed but the bill’s not cheap
The papers are signed but the bill’s not cheap
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun, he said
Rosa, Rosa life’s too long to stay young, he said
Rosa, Rosa, don’t get the gun
Don’t get the gun
Don’t get the gun
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5. |
The Prickly Bush
03:49
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Hang man, hang man, slack your horse a while
I think I see my father coming, traveling many a mile
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree
Hang man, hang man, stay your hand a while
I think I see my mother coming… over yonder stile
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree
No I have not brought you silver, nor gold to set you free
I have come to see you hanging high from the gallow tree
Hang man, hang man, hold your rope for me
I think I see my lover coming, over yonder sea
Have you brought me silver or gold to set me free
Or have you come to see me hanging high from the gallow tree
Yes, I’ve brought you silver and gold to set you free
I’ll save your body from the cold, cold ground and your neck from
the hangman's tree
Oh that prickly bush, it pricks my heart full sore
If I ever get out that prickly bush, I’ll never get in no more
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6. |
Honey And Fire
03:32
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When you feel
And you feel
All you feel is...
Honey and fire
Honey and fire
It takes
And it takes
All it takes is...
Honey and fire
Honey and fire
Can you see?
Can you see?
All you see is...
Honey and fire
Honey and fire
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7. |
Chairs Instead
04:15
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I’m tired, I’m tired of you holding me back. I’m tired, just let me sleep
You’re tired when you lay down beside me and you hold me
But I know what you mean
Baby look at me, I’m drifting off to sea, sinking slowly
Pieces of our broken bed, now used as chairs instead
Serves a better purpose, it keeps you in my head
I’m gone, I’m tired of waiting for you, I’m gone so let me leave
You’re gone even when you’re beside me and you hold me
But we fray at the seams
I’m looking at you as you drift away from me, sinking slowly
Pieces of our broken bed, now used as chairs instead
Serves a better purpose, it keeps you in my head
I’m gone, (I’m going)I’m tired of waiting for you, (I’m going) I’m gone so let me leave
You’re gone even when you’re(please lay down)beside me and you hold me
Yeah I know what you mean
(Baby look at me) I’m looking at you as you drift away from me, sinking slowly
Pieces of our broken bed, now used as chairs instead
Serves a better purpose, it keeps you in my…
Pieces of our broken bed, now used as chairs instead
Serves a better purpose, it keeps you in my head
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8. |
Carolina Song
04:17
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I hear they put a new light up at the Kraken on 54
I’m back in North Carolina but it don’t feel like home
I don’t wanna be living in the past, it seems the past it catching up
They say times are a changin’
They say time heals all wounds
But I’ve got these ghosts and change can’t come
Too soon, Carolina, come too soon
They built up the city skyline but we’re not learning
It wasn’t long ago we saw the crosses burning
Sure I wanna say that we’ve come a long way but we’ve got a lot of catching up
They say times are a changin’
They say time heals all wounds
But I’ve got these ghosts and change can’t come
Too soon, Carolina, come too soon
Just like James I hear the highway calling me, I know I’m already gone
It never sounds as sweet when I sing your Carolina song
Oh Carolina, oh oh
They pulled down the statue but its pillar remains
Haunting the courthouse it still says ‘to our boys in grey’
You say it’s history but sure seems to me history is catching up
They say times are a changin’
They say time heals all wounds
But I’ve got these ghosts and change can’t come
Too soon, Carolina, come too soon
Oh Carolina
Oh Carolina, come too soon
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9. |
The Farmer's Mistress
02:52
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Was the farmer still sleeping with his wife by his side, when you left in the morning did you kiss him goodbye
And go out in the fields with tears in your eyes
Did you open every door for him and close it with a bow, did you wipe away the rain and the sweat from his brow
When you were out in the fields and you couldn’t pull the plough
And you tore your dress
And he said: who would want to dance with the farmers mistress?
But she danced like a straw blowin’ in the harvest breeze, bare feet on the floor and a grass stain on her knee
Yeah she danced like she was free
With a fierce and defiant wind that billowed in her sails and the farmers life was nestled in the dirt beneath her nails
And the scars on her hands… told many a tale… and it started with a kiss
And he said: who would want a kiss from the farmers mistress?
Did you promise you would lie when you ran into his wife, when you locked him in the barn was he begging for his life
Did you give him the key or the edge of your knife
And beneath the English summer time stars as they collide I see the fury in her flame I see the temper in her eyes
And you just couldn’t miss that thorn in her side…
And he said: who would want a dance?
who would want a kiss?
And she said: who would ever guess it was the farmers mistress?
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10. |
High Time
02:52
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I’ve counted all my sheep
But they’re still counting me
I’m talking in my sleep at night
Oh what do I say?
No use in trying to hide
The ashes from the past
Don’t bury them inside yourself
Ashes from the past
And it’s high time my dear, high time
High time my love, high time
But now, you’re colours show
Your banner flying high
The truth with no disguise
Your colours are on show
So take me by the hand
And stubborn as I am
I’ll try and understand for you
Stubborn as I am
‘Cause it’s high time my dear, high time
High time my love, high time
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11. |
Charlotte
04:26
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Headlights on the highway, I saw her by the side of the road
Said her name was Charlotte, she’s travelin’ with a heavy load
I knew I had to have her, I knew she was mine
She climbed up beside me, we headed for the county line
Guess I never saw her comin’
Charlotte there’s blood and oil on my hands
Charlotte I sold you to another man
First time she kissed me, lightning crossed the sky
Bare feet on the dashboard, torment in my mind
Charlotte forgive me, I thought you were mine
Mmmmmm forgive me, I thought that you were mine
Guess you never saw me comin’
Charlotte there’s blood and oil on my hands
Charlotte I sold you to another man
When we broke down in Emery, I couldn’t pay the price
I took to drinking whisky to get luck on my side
My cards on the table, his eyes on the prize
I made a deal with that devil
Money for your life
Just enough to keep me runnin’
Charlotte there’s blood and oil on my hands
Charlotte I sold you to another man
“You’ve been running since you left me
Travellin’ from coast to coast
But when the rain hits the black top
You always see my ghost”
Your headlights on the highway
You’ll see her by the side of the road
She’ll say her name is Charlotte
And she’s travellin’ with a heavy load
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12. |
Not Good With Words
02:22
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Last light on the water
The flight of the birds
I'm not good with goodbyes now
I'm not good with words
The scream of the whistle
The steam in the air
The clock in the church tower
Times doesn't care
I asked you to slow down
I asked you to stay
Are you out like a fire
Or aging with grace
Last light on the water
The flight of the birds
I'm not good with goodbyes now
I'm not good with words
I'm not good with goodbyes now
I'm not good with words
I'm not good with goodbyes now
I'm not good with words
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“Warm, deep singer-songwriters who have drank from the well of 20th century tradition” - Folk Radio
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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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