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Muse
03:43
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It’ll sneak up and catch you/I’ll fall down like rain
Like the waves in the deep blue/Or the wind sweeping the plain
It’s the call of the muse/Let her sweep you away
Close your eyes and you won’t lose/You’ll be singing today
Don’t be scared to feel the hurt now/It’ll feed your song like fire
You’ll rise above the ashes/You’ll rise up from the mire
In this world I went searching /And I found me some pain
But those pine trees that are growing/Need the tumbling rain
In my yellow apartment/ I sat alone in the dark
And I might leave bent/But I made some art
And in that pitch black darkness/A wind did lift my wings
And now the Inland Empire/Can hear me sing.
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Why Did I Come Here?
02:49
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This world’s too big and I am too small I am too small/ and there’s so much pain I can’t think at all can’t think at all
By the river the marmots are burrowing fast, burrowing fast/ and I sit and think “how long will I last?” “how long will I last?”
Oh dear, why did I come here?
The nights are long and I sleep all day I sleep all day/ and there’s no one around but I’ve got so much to say so much to say
The mountains sweep and reach the wide open sky the wide open sky and I am a shadow I am just getting by I’m just getting by
Oh dear, why did I come here?
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Something
03:55
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The stream is roaring/I’m inside snoring/I think life is boring/ I lost my mooring
And the birds may sing/But my ears don’t ring/ I hear nothing/ I want something
Where’d my fire go?/ I lost it in the snow/ With You I could glow/ Say the word and make it so
And the light You bring/ Gives life to everything/ You make me sing/ I want something
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Goodbye
03:47
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When I leave the Inland Empire/What will I take when I go?
The snow and the nights of darkness/ The pine trees and the river moving slow?
I did not get what I asked for/ But there’s beauty in the surprise
I won’t forget the lessons/ Or the look in a lover’s eyes
Chorus:
And it may hurt to choose/ As I take off in the sky
You can’t love and lose/ But you might have to say goodbye
Goodbye Ponderosa Pine/ Goodbye Latah Creek
I might not be leaving any stronger/ But the world is promised to the meek
Goodbye friends and marmots/ Goodbye lover too
One day when I’m restored/ I’ll come back and see about you
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French Creek
04:36
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The hills roll on in a place I used to know/ Cicadas buzz and a cool breeze blows
But that is far away/Chester County, PA/ I miss it so
For my homesickness I am to blame/I rode across the great American Plain
And although I am so glad I came/ I can hear my home call my name
And yes I’m going home/And I won’t be alone/ But it won’t be the same
I wonder up above in a sky so blue/ If I’ll see Canadian Geese flying true
And if I run into someone I knew/ I wonder what they would do?
Would they say hello/Or would they just go/ And hit the avenue?
This one goes out to the creek that I dunked my head in/I lost my glasses there because I was sweating
And if I ever get the chance to have a wedding/On those banks will be its setting
Way way back east/In that shady peace/Where I am heading
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Sitting By The Spokane
03:52
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Flowing river climbing pines/I sit on the rocks and take my time
Swooping birds sweeping skies/ Can’t blame a man who has tried
I have crossed two time zones/ I’ve been in love and I’ve been alone
And now I thank the Inland Northwest/ I came and I saw I did my best
Send me in pieces to places/Scatter me as I go
24 years and a million paces/ Under my boots mountains of snow
I can hear the waters rushing sound/ Pretty soon I won’t be around
I’ll leave a piece of me in the dirt/ And carry this city with me under my shirt
Oh mama rock me slow/ Oh come on let me go
Come on mama won’t you rock me slow?/ I do believe its time to go
It’s time to go
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