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Phoenix
06:51
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I’m building a Fire
And turning’ my eyes
To stare my demons In their face
I’m building a pyre
And castin’ aside
Every hour I’ve spent in this place
So throw me a lighter
I’ll trade you my pride
Just don’t collapse under the weight
Let’s build this thing higher
To see from the sky
And light it up before it gets too late
So throw onto to the pile
A thousand anxious miles
I’ve paced inside my mind
And from the ashes burned
A little crimson bird
Spreads its wings to fly
Spreads its wings to fly
I’m building a Fire
And watching it rise
See my smoke signal from space
I feel so much lighter
After all this time
Can’t wipe the grin off of my face
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
Let it shine
Let it shine
Let it shine
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Snow and Rain
03:04
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Snow and rain out my window
Southwest Virginia on my mind
Don’t know where all the hours go
But I left my heart two weeks behind
And the boys say I’ll get used to it
I’m not sure that I want to
I’d rather be home in the Blue Ridge Mountains with you
Snow and Rain on my windshield
Eighteen wheels roll down the line
Thirty miles out of
Thirty lightyears in my mind
And I’ll never get used to it
I’m not sure that I want to
I’d rather be home in the Blue Ridge Mountains with you
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See the Sun
04:08
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It don't take the tip of my tongue to speak easy
It don't take a twist of my arm to concede
It might take another ten years to convince me
I know what it feels like to feel like me
I can see the sun rising up
Through the gallows, through the light
In your eyes, your eyes
I can see the sun, rising up
Through the shadow-hidden side of my life
And it's time
It's too late to come up with a sweet beginning
And to make another with sticks and stones
But these days I'm breaking my state of pretending
It ain't worse than dying to feel alone
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Indian Summer
04:05
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If I could fly away from here I would
I’d be driving all night if I could
Just wanna run together through the woods
Just wanna stand forever where we stood
It’s like an Indian summer
And we are trapped inside
When I come out from under
By then there’ll be no light
It ain’t exactly what you wanna hear
If i can make it just another year
I’ll get a job and get us out of here
Just have an ounce of faith in me, my dear
It’s like an Indian summer
And we are trapped inside
When I come out from under
By then there’ll be no light
But I can bottle up my memories
And drink them up to pass the time
That way I’ll take you everywhere with me
If only in my mind
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Interstellar Railway
04:39
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When I die, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed for my Savior knows my name
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter, anywhere I lay
All my tears be washed away
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from Heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me, my friend, when my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him, who will raise the dead again
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In Another Life
04:08
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She’s never been to the ocean
She’s never swam in the waves
But she drowns all the emotions
With a bottle up, and Bonnie Raitt
And she was soft and sweet, don’t need no Maybelline
But when it cuts too deep, she goes crazy
In another life
What could have been?
A carpet ride
of Carpe Diem?
She never had any notions
About leaving town with all her friends
Call it mama’s devotion
Or call it means to an end
But in her secret dreams
And picture magazines
She circled all the scenes
And wished that she could be
In another life
What could have been?
If black and white
Was colored in?
In another life
What could have been?
A carpet ride
of Carpe Diem?
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Hill to Die On
03:54
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“You want a revolution?”
He says with a tattoo from Vietnam
“What is this generation?”
He wonders where the good ol’ days have gone
“I’ll tell you back in my day”
He says with gray haired wisdom and charm
“Not everything was this way
But some things are just what they are”
Here’s some advice from a lifetime of battle scars
Save your might, you ain’t as right as you think you are
Shine a light just as bright at your own dark, son
This ain’t a hill to die on
I’ll tell you, one of these days
Whether you believe it or not
You’re gonna have a distaste
For anything that runs your temperature hot
So take a look around you, baby
And just be glad for what you’ve got
You can’t change the world in a day
You’ve got to pick your battles fought
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9. |
The Day I Die
03:23
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Rest your precious head tonight
Come here baby let me hold you tight
I’ll keep you safe, it’ll be all alright
The day I stop is the day I die
The day I stop is the day I die
There ain’t no shadow I won’t fight
There ain’t no heartbreak that I won’t try
To put back together, little one of mine
The day I stop is the day I die
I’ll hold your hand on restless nights
I’ll be here waiting at the morning light
And I’ll come runnin’ every time you cry
The day I stop is the day I die
The day I stop is the day I die
And even then it won’t feel right
I’ll greet St. Peter with you in mind
And I’ll be watching from Heaven’s eye
And loving you til’ the end of time
Forever, sweet little one of mine
So rest your precious head tonight
And come here baby let me hold you tight
I’ll keep you safe, it’ll be all alright
The day I stop is the day I die
The day I stop is the day I die
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I hear the sound of the thunder
I feel the crash of the rain
I hear the sound of a mother
I feel the sting of her pain
I hear a voice calling over
I hear the sound of my name
I feel the wrath of a father
Like an unstoppable train
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That train
Is gonna keep on rollin'
Yeah that train?
It's gonna keep on rollin’
It’ll roll over you
Roll over you
Right on
Right on
And that pain
Is gonna keep on stingin’
Oh yeah that pain
Is gonna keep on stingin’
It’s salt on the wound
Salt on the wound
Right on
Right on
I can feel it in my bones
And every trip around the Sun, I know
I'm getting closer to the cold
It’s all gas, and no brakes
Can’t stop this train
And that wind
Keeps on blowin'
That mean old wind
It’s gonna keep on blowing
It’ll blow over you
Blow over you
Right on
Right on
And that rain
It’s gonna keep on risin'
Yeah that rain
Is gonna keep on risin'
Swallowing you
Swallowing you
Right on
But in my head I ain’t dead
Cause I can see the sun ahead
I’m catching up, I’m getting close
I can almost taste that gold and red
And if I die before I wake
St. Peter help me through the gates
End the pain, hit the brakes
Heaven help me stop this train
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Richie Worrell Lynchburg, Virginia
Richie Worrell is a guitarist, singer, drummer, and songwriter from the Appalachian mountains of Southwest Virginia.
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