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Fan the Flames
04:39
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I just think we’re all sitting ducks
Sitting up here
Finger on the trigger
Climbin the watchtowers
I just think we better lay our ears down
Down on the track
A river’s flooding over the walls
Definitely a good time to
Chorus:
Fan the flames3x
Don’t let the fire burn out
Don’t let the flames die down
Living a time
When our passions are pensions
Compassion is rationed
Who’s got the clout
I doubt it’s me or you or you or you or you or even you
Oh w’eve all heard
Plenty of preachin
And we’ve suffered from back-ass -ward teaching
Everyone has their point of view
So what do I know
Chorus
(Do do do da da da…right after chorus)
Don’t the let the fire burn out
Don’t let the flames die down
Inside your heart
Whoa….
Fan the flames, when we suffer
Fan the flames, when everyone has their point of view
Fan the flames, whoa
Fan the flames….(repeat)
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Remember the time
The time it rained
The sea welled up
And like walls came in
They said grab the line
But you couldn’t hold on
The wind came up
Swept you in
What’s this mess of things that I have done
Feelin like the lost and only one
Starin down an empty tunnel
In this god forsaken place
Get back green john
Get back (pay your friends back)
And we’ll gather all around for a good laugh
It’s so good to get you home john
So good so good so good
To be back home
Makes me wanna sing
La la la (10 “la’s” to be exact), 3x times round
All the way home
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Babel
04:36
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You heard the story bout a man
Thought he’d left all his troubles behind
Kept getting into the same old bind
Used to be a babel tower
Now the babel towers in the mind
Sometimes babble so unkind, so unkind
As a mountain tall it stands
Nothing next to what stands inside a man
Who squares on an age old sham
What great gods would have created all this
And just left us to fall from grace
Just to see if we could make it here
On our own
We’re left to our own devices
La la la
Just to see….
If we could make it
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4. |
Ode To Romeo
04:00
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Been a while since I set down in this town
Paddin down craggy sidewalks and soft ground
If it’s people that you cling to let them go
They’re sure to be a let down if you hold
There just trying to find their own way to get home
Ode to Romeo2x
See how your heart is tied up in a knot
Ode to Romeo2x
Well it wouldn’t hurt you to go out for a walk
Met a guy who’d sit there folding envelopes
Made from magazine cut-outs that he’s gleaned
Folded up and put inside a box
And for a dollar get your pick out of the lot
Ode2x
You can’t blame her for playin hard to get
Ode2z
Your masterpiece is not quite over yet
Cause you’re still driven by the voice inside your chest
You’ll see the pain over starting over ‘s not so bad
Ode2x
How can I get you to come out of your shell
And will ever come back from your self-made hell
Ode2x
There’s a thousand ways to give away your heart
It’s all that you can do is play your part
It’s all that you can do is play your part
And see good lessons aint hard to come by these days
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Neon Jesus Man
04:19
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You’re a travelin’ show jesus man
Hair all in neon
Rings in navel and nose
You hand me a paper
Words red as blood
Nails blue and green
Yellow with nicotine
I run for my car and you follow me home
You sit at my table and climb in my dreams
Kaliedoscope scenes full of thunder and screams
Everyon’es cryin’
Neon jesus man
Take them away
I drink whiskey to keep you away
But you stay and you stay and you stay
I am a kite and you hold the string and you sing and you sing and you sing
High reach high you take what you can only get one time around
And you’re beatin’ feet across a white, plain, desert the only way you know how
Na na na na na
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Poor Ditching Boy
03:32
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Poor Ditching Boy
Written by Richard Thompson
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
CH:
With her scheming, idle ways
She left my poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
Chorus
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
But trouble came lookin’ for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
And sinkin’ too fast to run free
Chorus
I would not be askin’ I would not be seen
Beggin’ on mountain or hill
I was ready and blind with my hands tied behind
With neither a mind nor a will
Chorus
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The Andy Tabb Welcome Band Vancouver, British Columbia
ATWB is Andy Tabb, Anna Baignoche, Elliot Vaughan, Martin Reisle and Katheryn Petersen. Together they weave Americana roots, Baroque influence and early 20th century chromaticism with slide guitar, cello, accordion, banjo, viola, guitar and vocals. Andy’s voice evokes the ease of a summer afternoon, as he ranges easily between painterly ballads and rootsy rock. ... more
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