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How The Lost Gets Found
03:43
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Well this rain keeps comin’ down
And this rain is frozen when it hits the ground.
And it keeps the roads all iced up,
And it keeps me here with you doin’ my job.
Right here with you
I make the same old sounds;
It’s what we do--
It’s how the lost gets found.
And this day keeps windin’ down,
And the songs are in the air and all around.
As we sit and share some coffee,
We can watch the rain keep freezin’ on the apple tree.
Right here with you
I make the same old sounds;
It’s what we do--
It’s how the lost gets found.
Now the night will settle down;
And the light will fade across this river town.
As you lie down for the evening,
I will cover you and tell you I’m not leaving--I’m
Right here with you
I make the same old sounds;
It’s what we do, Mom--
It’s how the lost gets found.
Right here with you
I make the same old sounds;
It’s what we do--
It’s how the lost gets found.
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2. |
Look Out Below
03:05
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Out on the river the wild rice is high,
But I'm not one to pick it, I'll just float right on by.
Now all the dogs are howlin' at the moon.
I think that I'll be headin' south real soon.
North Minnesota has surely got its charms;
But at harvest time I miss them golden Iowa farms.
I guess I just got travelin' in my shoes.
Mmm I think I'll head down south, and make some news.
Look out below, here I come, I'm fallin' like a tree;
Ready or not, here I come, with my banjo on my knee.
All my friends have scattered on a sudden breeze;
Some are in the Cities, some out west and some out east.
And me I'm just a feather in the air.
Oh, I'm movin' with the wind most anywhere.
Look out below, here I come, I'm fallin' like a tree;
Ready or not, here I come, with my banjo on my knee.
Look out below, here I come, I'm fallin' like a tree;
Ready or not, here I come, with my banjo on my knee.
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3. |
Another Song About Texas
03:00
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Now I've been to most every state
Down in the lower 48
Except I guess for Delaware
But I have met someone from there--I swear.
And I guess somehow I missed Alabama
Between hittin' Florida and Louisiana
But the state I've missed the most of
I missed the panhandle and coast of, and everywhere
'Cause everyone's got a song about it
Can't be a singer-songwriter without it
It's big and brash, it's a pain in the ass--it's Texas.
No matter what their instrument
No matter what their sex is;
Singers with a song to sing
Always sing about Texas.
I know the state's got Austin,
And it got the North Stars too;
It's got a couple good friends of mine
And that just makes me blue.
It's one big bunch of land
Between New Orleans and New Mexico;
It's one big place that gave us
LBJ, Bush, and Perot.
So here it goes: Another song about Texas.
And every time you turn around
Another singer sings
Another song about Texas
And the ecstasy it brings.
So if I never get there
I won't feel I'm deprived;
But if I never hear another song about Texas
I'll know I'm not alive,
So here it goes: Another song about Texas.
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Hymn
03:17
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The songs are old, the songs are new,
You sing with me, and I sing with you.
The words are rich like sacred wine;
The tune is yours, the tune is mine.
When hearts are sure, and voices strong,
The world revolves upon a song.
And when the evening closes in
The songs come 'round and 'round again.
Night sings of the day,
Sings of the world sleeping away;
And we are lost under the stars,
Circling the sun we find the darkness ours.
Beyond the music of the spheres,
The bright celestial hymn,
Beneath the rhythm of our tears,
We find our voices again.
The songs are old, the songs are true,
You sing with me, and I sing with you.
The words are rich like sacred wine;
The tune is yours, the tune is mine.
When hearts are sure, and voices strong,
The world revolves upon a song.
And when the evening closes in
The songs come round and round again.
Night sings of the day,
Sings of the world sleeping away;
And we are lost under the stars,
Circling the sun we find the darkness ours.
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5. |
Song To The Moon
02:50
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Up on the ridge the sky is shinin'
It's 12:15, the moon is risin';
Under the bridge the creek keeps runnin’,
Runnin' away from the sun.
Straight as a prayer from the heart of a deer,
As light from a star or as year follows year.
Swift as a river runs to the sea
Morning will circle the east.
So sing your song to the moon tonight
Dance your dance in its mystical light.
Lift up your eyes, lift up the earth,
Lift up your heart at its birth.
All of the spirits move through the mine,
Stir through the mountain, and slip through the pines,
Pulled like the tides by this lonely light,
Pulled as we are in the night.
So sing your song to the moon tonight;
(from Railroad Creek)
Dance your dance in its mystical light.
(to Copper Peak)
Lift up your eyes, lift up the earth;
(from the footbridge)
Lift up your heart at its birth.
(to Marten Ridge)
So sing your song to the moon tonight;
(from Railroad Creek)
Dance your dance in its mystical light.
(to Copper Peak)
Lift up your eyes, lift up the earth;
(from the footbridge)
Lift up your heart at its birth.
(to Marten Ridge)
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Hold You In The Light
04:20
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Just last year at this time
You were here, I was fine.
We could talk in our way,
Though there was nothing you or I could say.
Now I know I’ll never see the light the same;
As I grow toward the night I will speak your name,
And I’ll hold you in the light.
I recall I would wait
At the window when you were late.
I would watch cars go by;
Then your headlights burned my bleary eyes.
Now I know I’ll never see the light the same;
As I grow toward the night I will speak your name,
And I’ll hold you in the light.
Something true, something bright
Showed in you all your life;
As a child I would fear
Life without you--now it’s here.
Now I know I’ll never see the light the same;
As I grow toward the night I will speak your name,
And I’ll hold you in the light.
Yes I’ll hold you in the light.
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Home With You
03:27
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Tonight a big full moon was sittin’ in the east on a power line;
Lit up bright like it’d been plugged in to make it shine.
And a dark bank of clouds rolled to the west of the bright skyline,
And I knew I would be home with you.
On the train two lovers stood as close as close could be
While the city opened up its arms welcomingly.
And I swear I felt the tides come in on the seven seas;
And I knew I would be home with you.
And I know I never knew
How I’d live or what I’d do
If I somehow did not have you.
How high the moon?
How high the moon?
And I know I never knew
How I’d live or what I’d do
If I somehow did not have you.
On the sidewalk as I turned into the drifted dark
The moon was up there shinin’ on the river park;
And I swear I felt this song take shape inside my heart
And I knew I was at home with you.
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8. |
Canada's Comin'
02:11
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Grab your coat, grab your hat
Grab your gloves now don’t look back ‘cause
Canada’s comin’
Canada’s comin’;
Canada’s comin’, and it’s all gonna freeze up now.
Grab your scarf, grab your boots,
Grab your parka, here’s the news: said
Canada’s comin’
Canada’s comin’;
Canada’s comin’, and it’s all gonna freeze up now.
Someone left the backdoor open,
The temperature is downward slopin’,
Twenty-five below (and droppin’),
Without the wind, and the wind's not stoppin’;
Canada’s comin, and it’s all gonna freeze up now.
Well it starts above the Great Slave Lake,
Round Yellowknife where the ice don’t break,
It’s heading’ down from Saskatoon,
Through Winnipeg--it’ll be here soon;
Canada’s comin, and it’s all gonna freeze up now.
So hunker down, light the stove,
Grab a quilt, now huddle up close, ‘cause
Canada’s comin’
Canada’s comin’;
Canada’s comin’, and it’s all gonna freeze up
(Canada’s comin’, and it’s all gonna freeze up)
Canada’s comin’, and it’s all gonna freeze up now.
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9. |
Long Before The Fall
02:51
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We stood ‘round your bed and sang The City of New Orleans;
We stood ‘round your bed and sang The Wabash Cannonball.
A father and his sons, singin’ in the May morning;
Didn’t know your train was leavin’ long before the fall.
Native son from down across the river,
From Burlington to Central Illinois;
You rode your Monday mornin’ mail for all those years
From Tiskilwa to Wilton to Mt. Joy.
It pulled into the station on a Sunday;
You didn’t need your luggage or your pain.
With a mighty rush the engine rolled on out,
And we could only “fare thee well” that train.
Well, we stood ‘round your bed and sang The City of New Orleans;
We stood ‘round your bed and sang The Wabash Cannonball.
A father and his sons, singin’ in the May morning;
Didn’t know your train was leavin’ long before the fall.
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10. |
Something For Your Way
02:54
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Oh baby, it’s not just a wild world,
I got to tell you, it’s a beguiled world.
I got to tell you, it’s a defiled world.
In the bright green springtime all the shadows wait to grow.
Oh baby, it’s not just a bad world,
All the headlines tell you, it’s always been a sad world.
All the headlines tell you, it’s a “you’ve been had” world.
In the fire of morning all the darkness starts to show.
I just want to give you something for your way.
What could help you through those times when you can’t pray?
I wanna make them go away.
Oh baby, it’s not just a cruel world,
Anyone can tell you, it’s an uncool world.
Anyone can tell you, it’s always been a fool’s world.
When there’s one step forward there are two steps back, you know.
But I just want to give you something for your way.
What could help you through those times when you can’t pray?
I wanna make them go away, go away.
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11. |
Mosaic
04:02
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12. |
Missin' Your Heart
03:04
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I’ve been missin’ your heart;
I’ve been listenin’ hard.
You’re so far away
Like a star from a star.
It’s been empty and cold;
I feel hollow and old.
You have gone away
Like a tale that’s been told.
I’ve been missin, missin’ your heart,
I keep wishin’ that we weren’t apart.
I’ve been missin’,
I’ve been missin’ your heart.
I’ve been wonderin’ why
I’ve been one to deny,
You’ve gone on your way
Like a leaf blowin’ by.
I’ve been missin’ your heart;
I’ve been listenin’ hard.
You’re so far away.
Like a star from a star.
I’ve been missin, missin’ your heart,
I keep wishin’ that we weren’t apart.
I’ve been missin’,
I’ve been missin’ your--
I’ve been missin’,
I’ve been missin’ your--
I’ve been missin’,
I’ve been missin’ your heart.
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Tim Gustafson Minneapolis, Minnesota
I have been writing and playing Americana--sometimes bluesy, sometimes rockish, sometimes jazz-inflected folk--since before it was called "Americana." I don't know where songs come from, or how or why they emerge. But here they are. I hope you enjoy them. ... more
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