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Prelude I
00:57
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2. |
The Bird
03:25
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I found a bird with a small, tattered, broken wing
And all he could do was sing
And hope that he was safe.
But he went on his way
To a place where he could fly and not be harmed.
He said, "I fell out of the tree that my mother put me in
And all I need now is a friend
to help me on my way"
So we went on our way
to a place where we could fly and not be harmed
A place where we could fly so high
and not have to wonder why
We don't land
I will go and stretch my wings
Raise up my voice and sing
And give everything to you
But I am a boy with a young, tiny bit of faith
and all I can do is pray,
"God, please keep me safe"
And I went on my way
To a place where I could fly and not be harmed.
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3. |
Curiosity
03:17
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They say I killed the cat
I can't say that they're wrong
I know I'm more than that
You wont have to wait for long
They say you will get too hurt
I can't say that it's true
Just suck it up and flirt
Burn the laces on your shoes
Tell me son, what do you see?
A swinging child below a dying tree
Tell me son, what do I do?
Push his heart to be a special few
Tell me son, what do I say?
Will the sun always set at the end of the day?
They say the world is flat
I can't say that it's wise
Claim more than a chat
You'll see the conversation rise
They say your mind's too young
I can't say I know best
Mind your newfound tongue
In time you'll learn the rest
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4. |
To Christopher
04:26
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Hello son how have you been?
How long have you been free of sin?
Shards of glass like memories
Scraping up against your knees
Tell me son, tell me again.
Tell me that the cost was true
No matter how, no matter who
I knew that you had it in you
I'm so glad you had it in you
Tell me son, how high you flew?
Christopher do you think it right
For all the blood and all the fight?
Christopher did you say it loud
When he said go and you said how?
Oh Christopher.
Tell me again
How long were you in that square
How long did you live in there?
Your battle scars are long and weary
Your shining eyes are dark and dreary
Tell me son, state with care
My bloody days are always numbered
And now I know that I can slumber
I feared so long that I would rot
In a padded cell without a cot
But now I know I can sleep with peace
To see my Christopher so at ease.
And I bowed my head in disbelief
As I dug up the seeds of evil grief
To live a life without this sin
Means that I must be home again.
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5. |
200 North 11th Street
04:42
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The Olde North was gleaming in the sun
I could see through the 'fold
She looked so stunning, like the sea
from what the others had me told
I was led by the hand through the streets
through the air of latter May
I could hear her voice, float in the wind
Calling, beckoning my way
From this day on dear,
I'll always love you
So take this ring that I thee wed.
Then we kissed and went to Tennessee
To try find a way to the moon
I was in love with a boyhood dream
And she said she loved me too
We had big dreams and we had a plan
Dreams never come with room for error
We were fearless in the night
We could float on midnight air
A bunch of kids and house on rolling hills
And probably a spotted dog or two
I was living a boyhood dream
And she was living her dream too
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6. |
Goodness Gracious Me
05:14
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Oh My goodness gracious me
Oh my goodness gracious me
My wife is home, sick in bed,
Dying, crying from an achin' head
Cryin' Oh My goodness gracious me
All She wants are pearl white teeth
All She wants are pearl white teeth
Sayin' Doctor Doctor get in there
Give me a great ole grinnin pair
Crying' Oh my goodness gracious me
She don't like her achy knees
She don't like her achy knees
Crying honey help me up the stairs
So I can fix my curly hair
Crying oh my goodness gracious me
When I'm dead, make sure you go and grieve
When I'm dead, make sure you go and grieve
Go to church and dry your eyes
I'll be watching from way up high
Crying oh my goodness gracious me
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7. |
Black Hole
06:07
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Train a child the way he should go
You think you can, but you'll never really know
Two weeks in, my heart has no control
Clammy hands and wavy peppered hair
He doesn't seem to try to even care
Diet coke, and a cluttered desk his home
Ch: My faith went down a black hole
And it doesn't matter what I've been told
It took the place where I had put my soul
Cuz what I see now is a black hole
We wait to hear the sound of your own drum
But we only hear the doctor sigh and hum
Our lives from then have changed to who we are
Our tears began to fall as we know
The look on his face is not a show
We start to dust the pieces of our hearts
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8. |
Annabelle Rose
04:52
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On the night I said farewell
To my little Annabelle
I cried.
I never met her in this life
But I knew she had her mother's eyes
And smile
I told her about her mother's hair
And the rides at the county fair
In June.
How we moved our life to Tennessee
For adventure and a chance to see
The moon
Ch: Oh darling don't you wait on me.
You've got better things go and see
You'll never know how goodbyes tend to go
So I love you little Annabelle Rose
I described to her the love of God
And knew she'd know soon enough
In His arms
So I let my baby girl to sleep
And left the room so I could weep
All I ask is why.
My little girl should die
For your cause?
But I know that You're good.
Yes, I know that You're a good God.
Please tell me You're good.
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I don't know what you've been told
But I'm a dangerous man.
I'll kill, I'll cheat, I'll steal, I'll lie
I'll leave all the blood on my hands
I'm, right on the edge.
Of real and fake
But I'll be on my way
Who's soul shall I take?
I'll grin and laugh when I stab your back
And help you get down to your knees
If you want the torture to stop
All you say is please
I'll hold your hand as you call for help
I'll even call your wife
But don't ask me to tell you why
I lead a double life.
I'll run a sword into your neck
And laugh when you began to faint
I'll grasp your face and draw you close
I Dub Thee a Plaster saint
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10. |
Sincerely, Your Past
04:38
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11. |
Prelude II
00:48
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12. |
Mr. Crockett
04:19
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He climbs the third story to look at his view
In his bare feet and a book about love.
he imagines him self in a hat made of fur
And he's friends with the sparrows above.
But that was then, and he is now.
Mr. Crockett died, and we all know how
There's no sin in changing your heart made of gold
Gray brings out his curious eyes.
He's not complaining, he's not upset.
He'll have to fall before he must fly.
With every tear that he cried,
Mr. Crockett lived before he died.
Listen up children and hear what he says.
There's no shame in living your life.
God has molded him into such a man
That does not bow down to strife.
His smile shines, one more time
Mr. Crockett lived for real this time
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Caleb Christopher Edwards Nashville, Tennessee
Edwards mixes his folksy tenor, ringing melodies, and melodic poetry in a glass to toast as an earthy, American cocktail. Lyrics of hope, doubt, and wonder ground his songs like muddled sugar while his swift, peaty mandolin garnishes the glass rim. While Edwards’ spirit is smooth, it ignites a fire that audiences can carry for a lifetime: a truly refreshing glass of American folk music. ... more
Caleb Christopher Edwards recommends:
Principium
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The Arcadian Wild (TAW) is one of my favorite bands. They take their jobs seriously as stewards of wonder and beauty and I think this album is a wonderful example of that.
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