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Sheltered
03:32
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Sheltered (L. Ingenthron)
All alone and setting here, so I find
The only thing that's crowded is my mind
Trying to make the best of all this time
Knowing why it is, I guess it's fine
With every step I take.
With every move we make
With every turn that should be turned
Even though the silence here, it deafens me
What becomes of this we'll wait and see
Casting a shadow on all the dreams
Postponing life or so it seems
Waiting to catch up to run that mile
Undo the mask to show my smile
With every step we take.
With every move we make
With every turn that should be turned
Even though the silence here, it deafens me
What becomes of this we'll wait and see
These things affecting us they seem unreal
Not sure I know just how to feel
With every day that passes up goes my hope
Trying the best we can just to cope
Keeping our distance from all we know
Waiting for results to come and show
When we're free to move we'll be glad
While we are sheltered from the bad
With every step we take.
With every move we make
With every turn that should be turned
Even though the silence here, it deafens me
What becomes of this we'll wait and see
What becomes of this we'll wait and see
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2. |
Letter to Me
03:01
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Letter to Me (Van Buren)
I wrote myself a letter
Put it in the mail
Told me all the reasons
Why I oughta stay here
It told me 'bout a lady
With long blonde golden hair
Told me how I loved her
And that I oughta stay here
I set out on that highway
Down to the bright blue sea
Signed on board a clipper ship
That took me away from thee
That clipper ship it took me
To all the seven seas
I thought no more about you
Till that letter got back to me
Now as I read that letter
I knew where I should be
I hope you will forgive me
'Cause I'm coming back you see
I wrote myself a letter
Put it in the mail
Told me all the reasons
Why I oughta stay here.
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Brown Bag Bottle of Wine (McNamara and Kelley)
In a 3-way conversation, with no conference call
Hank and the Moon Maids were havin’ a laugh
Talkin’ ‘bout nothing at all
Hank told the Moon Maids he broke all our rules
After our gig last Friday night
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
Brown bag bottle of wine. Brown bag bottle of wine.
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
In that 3-way conversation,
Hank said Shelley left without a word
Power to the redhead with her own brown bag
Her silence was all Hank heard
Her silence was all Hank heard
Brown bag bottle of wine. Brown bag bottle of wine.
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
Later parked in front of the Lupe’s house
Hank and Alyssa say enjoying that wine
Later got a laugh when they realized
The CHP was parked right behind
The CHP was parked right behind
Brown bag bottle of wine. Brown bag bottle of wine.
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
Now, we’re not sure if the this story is true
“cause we heard it after a drink or two
Well heck, we’re not even sure of the time
‘Cause the Moon Maids love their wine
And they always drank some mighty cheap wine
Brown bag bottle of wine. Brown bag bottle of wine.
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
Brown bag bottle of wine. Brown bag bottle of wine.
Walking with Alyssa in upscale PA
With a brown bag bottle of wine
And it gets cheaper all the time
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4. |
Alexander's Waltz
03:22
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Alexander’s Waltz (Purdum)
Listen to Alexander’s cry
Ringing across the sound
Calling to people far and wide
Gathering them all around
What do you think that he does say?
What is it we do hear?
Laughter and fun and joy and play
Or uncertainty, doubt, and fear?
Whatever it is we cannot know
So I made up this rhyme
He’ll go everywhere that we do go
Revealing himself in time
So, listen to Alexander’s song
Comforting him this day
Happy that we can sing along
As he shows us the way
(verse 2)
Look at how Alexander's grown
Every day more and more
Learning to use things on his own
Figuring out what they're for
I want to know what Alex knows
It's quite a mystery
But I can tell from what he shows
Some of what it might be
What it really is we cannot know
So I made up this rhyme
He’ll go everywhere that we do go
Revealing himself in time
So, listen to Alexander’s song
Comforting him this day
Happy that we can sing along
As he shows us the way
Whatever he says, we cannot know
So I made up this rhyme
He’ll go everywhere that we do go
Revealing himself in time
So, listen to Alexander’s song
Comforting him this day
Happy that we can sing along
As he shows us the way
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5. |
Divide and Conquer
02:42
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Divide and Conquer (Mishler-Ingenthron)
Speak truth to power. But know who the powerful are
It's not the mom and kids trek a thousand miles for asylum
It's not the ragged people sleepin' in a car
Some folks must have nodded off in Bible school
The day they taught the Golden Rule
To think lending a hand up to someone
Somehow takes somethin' away from you
Divide and conquer. It's how the greedy rich win
In the land of equality and freedom. Fear crowned a joker our king
Picture the blessed at Sunday dinner
Bustin' belts across our bountiful land
With no thought that the food on our table
Was picked by underpaid, slandered hands
Don't look down on your destitute brother
For the grace of God I go there with you
Don't look down on your struggling sister
You've no idea what she's been through
Sign up and vote against the great dividers
Whose cruelty can only appall
Things get better reachin' out in the darkness
Not by throwin' up shoddy walls
Why would a working household
Vote for a deal that's so clearly unfair?
Still, America turns its lonely eyes
To a greedy clown with orange hair
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6. |
Truth Decay
03:31
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TRUTH DECAY
( L. INGENTHRON / P. WILLIS )
CHORUS: They’re suffering from truth decay. Not letting the facts get in the way
You can tell where they’re coming from if you read between the lies
While suffering from truth decay
We gave them a job by marking on the line, to do what we want and make it fine
Seems they’ve forgotten just what we say, they got a case of truth decay
CHORUS
They go a traveling all of the time, circling the globe on our dime
Doing almost anything thinking it’s ok, they got a case of truth decay
CHORUS
Cutting back or changing what we need these days, while giving themselves a big raise
We’re wondering if the bills will be covered by our pay, we’ve got a case of truth decay
CHORUS
Remember that we put them there and we can get them out
It’s time we took a stand and gave a shout
If they’re not doing what we want, they just can’t stay, they got a case of truth decay
CHORUS
© Copyright 2013
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The Stragglyrs San Jose, California
Original songs featuring harmony vocals and rootsy, guitar-driven folk-rock and country rock are the hallmark of the Stragglyrs. Members are Larry Ingenthron on guitar and vocals; Bill Mishler on drums, harmonica and vocals; Chris Purdum on bass, rhythm guitar, flute and vocals; and Autumn Rose on banjo and vocals. ... more
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