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Sandyblonde Hair
04:42
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I was combing up King, saw you ambling there
All in amber and gold and the jet black strings
A combination of things so incredibly rare
With your handful of rings and your feminine stare
And your sandyblonde hair, parted two-tone waves
Should be framin that smile, a pure debutante air
But all I get is a glare, under sandyblonde hair
I was braidin’ up Queen, suckin sunrise air
Can’t imagine a day without seein you there
What’s it say about spring, I guess Shane said it best
Now it’s on my chest like a vest I wear
But your sandyblonde hair has got me wondering aloud
What if summer don’t die, an eternal July
Keeps boiling bright when you’re walkin at night
I was beatin a path thru the city block square
I was dodging the baskers and the buskers and that unforgiving sun-up glare
A combination of things I just couldn’t deem fair
Cuz I been a good soul and now I’m covered in woe
But your sandyblonde hair brought me outta that fog
Saw you amblin there, all cursed for the wear
If you’re stricken I’ll share
With your sandyblonde hair, parted two-tone waves
Framin that frown that makes the devil lay down
But the devil don't dare pull on your sandyblonde hair
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Fire and Lightning
03:06
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You held us in your live oak arms
We bore your marks of seashell charms
Your fields aglow where we would run
Til fire and lightning took your young
Beer went down warm and fast
On the boardwalk bench before class
Laughing, spinning, falling numb
When fire and lightning took your young
I turned my back
But you are my home
You gave me some slack
And I never let you go
Memories ride your swell and breeze
To kiss our cheeks and buckled knees
Bound for life beneath the sun
Where fire and lightning took your young
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On the Level
02:26
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I was sold the other day, on a lie that I’m holy
And slowly I’m a-gettin’ high
If you could follow me to heaven, would you try without knowing
If I was sewing up a lie like a suit around my shoulders
I want you to go where your heart leads, just be sure to trace it to mine
Do as I say and we’re gonna be fine
Remember when yer folks said back when, “do what the ministers say
Cause them boys are seein straight, and someday you gonna die”
But if you’re holding such a life in the palm of your precious shaking hand
You could hammer it on in or offer it to them
But they say,
I want you to go where your heart leads, just be sure to trace it to mine
Do as I say and we’re gonna be fine
Cause there’s a hardwired part of me
I got a lotta years ahead of me
I can see where it’s going, I can see where it leads
I got a guardian devil I consider on the level
Saying do as I say and we’re gonna be free
I was sold the other day, on a lie that I’m holy
And slowly I’m gettin mighty high
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Penny Maker
03:32
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Faith Fakeheart, with half-passion
Vowed to save the world cause it was in fashion
Faith Fakeheart, with half-passion
Squirmed her way onto the bandwagon
Faith Fakeheart joined the Greenfiends
Between their blinders, they looked to save trees
They sought a world safer
And with half-vision, they pointed at paper
The Greenfiends prompted changes
That destroyed the life of Penny Maker
On the graveyard shift, Penny Maker
Spent thirty years changing wood pulp to paper
And when the mill closed Penny Maker
Went door-to-door seeking someone to save her
But there was no looking to neighbors
Cause they, too, spent their lives making paper
Faith Fakeheart and the Greenfiends
Now sip martinis under clean air and green trees
But clean air don’t feed the Makers
The Makers depend on paper
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The Letter Show Charleston, South Carolina
The Letter Show is the folk duo of George Stevens and Becca Bessinger, based in Charleston, South Carolina. For more than a
decade, they have played their own blend of Americana-flavored originals, covers, and traditional music.
Featuring guitars, mandolin, and rich vocal harmonies, the duo evokes the homespun styles of Gillian Welch, John Prine, and more.
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