| Lyrics from Tremolo (2009)
Pray Tell
Who hung the moon so low in the sky?
It taps it’s feet round my bedside and
It breaks the locks on all my dreams
Who hung the moon with its twisted beams?
Who pulled the stars down over my eyes?
I lost my way now I’m in disguise and
I asked for truth all I got was lies
Who pulled the stars down over my eyes?
As for the fall of man, where was it that he fell?
Pray tell, pray tell, where was the fall of man
Pray tell
Where is the sweet field of my youth?
I been banished to the bone and tooth and
Lost in the turnstile of greed and fear
Where is the sweet field if not here?
Where are the people who won’t back down?
Who rise up singing over city and town and
Who take the streets just to raise some hell
Where are the people with the rebel yell?
Who opens up the door between heaven and hell?
Pray tell, pray tell, who opens up the door?
Pray tell
Heart and Bones
Last night you were in my dreams
Heart and bones
When I woke up you were next to me
Heart and bones
Blood is red and the sky is blue
Heart and bones
And I've never met anyone like you
Heart and bones
Big bright moon over old St. Paul
Heart and bones
I met you when the apples fall
Heart and bones
Shine On Moon
The night owls howl and feed until dawn
I turn my collar from the right to the wrong
On the blown-cold reservations of my mind
There never has been such a thing as time
I look for mine in everyone else
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
One of these days about twelve o’clock
This old world’s gonna reel and rock
Silver daggers rain down from capitol hill
Twenty-nine years but I’m shackled still
Take the best weapon down from the shelf
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
From Granada gypsies on their dark horse ride
To hobo jungles with their shanty town brides
Oh the world’s more full of weeping than you can surmise
But it’s so hard to see with your eyes on the prize
All fallen with wonders, are those towers of wealth
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
Lonesome Tremolo Blues
The harness eyes are breaking
What's this world a coming too
If it wasn't for you I don't know what I'd do
My heart is aching, can I take a little booze
I'm waiting at the window
With the lonesome tremolo blues
The world is on fire
The moon is hanging from a string
I wake up in the night, Lift my head up and start to dream
What's wrong with everyone? How far does it gotta go?
Until the dogs of greed, fall down,
And drown in snow
You give them all your time
And you do your work well
But your compensation, is just a fraction of the sale
You fell like a buffalo in the belly of a whale
While the sick and the poor still,
Hanging on the nail
I'm a stranger here and
I'm a stranger everywhere
I could go home but, I'm a stranger there
Aint it hard to stumble,When you got no place to fall
I aint' got no place, babe,
In this world at all
Meadows of Dawn
I’ll put out the eyes of the moon tonight
There’s nothing I want to be seen tonight
I’m dreaming in seven, up at the heavens
And I doubt if the scriptures will hold tonight
The counter-intelligence was wrong tonight
More has been lost here than songs tonight
Oh the heart is a cage, in this perilous age
And I’m quite sure the lantern’s will dim tonight
And it’s bad enough if your arm is cut off
But it’s worse to be lured by the diamond
And it’s thunderous doubt when time has run out
We will meet in the meadows of dawn
In bell towers voices will call tonight
Ghosts of Little Earth they dance on tonight
And I fumble with prayers empty as stares
That the stars give softly to me tonight
Six years it isn’t no great long time
To be haunted and hassled and bothered by time
Oh my faith is obscured by the sad news I heard
Of the punishment you have endured at times
And it’s known through the land
Not to question the man
But it’s worse to be stifled by a flower
And the polling has closed, and we all stand exposed
Shivering in the meadows of dawn
Skipper and His Wife
(words by Spider John Koerner; arranged by The Pines)
Skipper and his wife traveled all their life
Leaving their friends to wonder
For many long days and a many long year
They turned to one another
And they cried,
All I had, in this world done gone
Sitting on a hillside, a moon lit night
A young girl and her lover
For may long hour till it come sunrise
They turned to one another
And they're cryin',
All I had, in this world done gone
The old man with the money in his hand
Lookin' for a place to hide
Along comes a a young man, gun in his hand
And they both sat down and cried,
And they're cryin',
All I had, in this world done gone
Well, gettin' ahead is harder than you think
But gettin behind is easy.
When everyone is going for the same damn thing,
Gettin' behind is easy
And your crying,
All I had in this world done gone
Nothing in your hands, nothing in your head
All you got is to borrow
Nothing in your hands is how you feel today
And there is nothing in your head tomorrow
And your crying,
All I had in this world done gone
Spike Driver Blues
(words by Mississippi John Hurt; arranged by The Pines)
Take this hammer and carry it to the captain
Tell him I’m gone, won’t you tell him I’m gone
Take this hammer and carry it to the captain
Tell him I’m gone, cause I sure is gone
This is the hammer that killed John Henry
But it won’t kill me, no it won’t kill me
This is the hammer that killed John Henry
But it won’t kill me, that’s why I’m going
It’s a long way from east Colorado
To my home, to my home
It’s a long way from east Colorado
To my home, that’s where I’m going
John Henry was a steel driving man
But he went down, oh he went down
John Henry was a steel driving man
But he went down, down in the ground, that’s where I’m goin
Behind The Time
These are the days that send a shiver to the heart
Oh my love, the sidewalks still lead to spring
As surely as the swan song plays its vital part
Like a stone that goes on missing from a ring
Moon cycles never bend for passers-by
Oh it’s true, I never saw the future clear
But the ceremony grounds are thawing dry
And I know the way to get there from here
The town crier and the torch-bearer missed the sign
But I knew you when I saw you , behind the time
The people’s history of resistance to the fears
That pasture’s of plenty will never find their door
And justice withheld that was held so dear
So that them that have can have a little more
When the clock strikes twelve on the little farm towns
And the wind blows the dust as thick as thieves
The bough that breaks and the cradle that falls down
And the world that unto our children we will leave
I remember the night train down the line
Oh running right on schedule, behind the time
If I could leave you as I found you blessed
As the flakes of snow into May extend
There’s nothing I would take from who you are
That wasn’t given, or wasn’t there to mend
There is a touch that can free the captive mind
To be done, at once, right here, behind the time
Shiny Shoes
We talk about the end of the world
As we go walking at night
And the nightengale, brings the mail
At dawns' early light
Falling down the street
You reached out and took my hand
And sat next next to me by the light of a movie
On the witness stand
We surrender, just to survive
But no matter how hard you try
No, you can't put the tears
Back into your eyes
Boxes of books and clothes
Oh, the compass you gave to me
So I can find, till the end of time
My way to thee
The bells of midnight chime
The moon and your shiny shoes
I've stumbled around, so many towns
Dreaming of you
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