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Train Blues in G
03:34
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I would sell my soul/ just to work on those railroad tracks/ i wouldn't think twice/ no/ i wouldn't look back/ so let me play on those rails/ all night and day/ i'll be just fine/ workin' alone, by an by, down that railroad line.
So while i'm alive/ you can find me/ playing on those railroad ties/ on two railroad ties, ya'll
Just shovelin' coal/ and puffin' smoke/ up and down that golden coast/ long ago, i threw out, my old dusty throat, oh i stretched it along the road, well, i tell ya, it started right out of my window/ and then i followed which way the wind blows.
So while i'm alive/ you can find me/ playing on those railroad tracks/ im playin on those railroads/ two railroad ties.
So when i die/ you can bury me/ between two railroad ties.
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2. |
Counting Waves
05:09
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Listen/ to the Ocean
Press-ganged/ I was, a captive at sea/ My eyes were torn to pieces, in my dream.
But on top of the waves/ i found my frame of mind.
My heart is at ease/ and my soul is at peace.
AVAST! My soul is saved/ AHOY! my soul has a mate.
A holy vision/ now, only Poseidon, can capsize me.
Throw away your innocence/ And cast off your delinquencies.
Cross us and you'll know what sorrow is.
Same tune, but with an alternating frequency.
Our fates are decided/ By the edge of a blade/ and by the twist of a bay
Our fates are decided/ Every single, god-damned day.
Listen/ to the Moon
Now only Poseidon, can capsize me.
Princes of thieves/ and sons of kings
We all face trial/ and tribulation
We're all daughters of the same earth
Striving to be mothers of our creation
Woah, I'm the captain it seems/
And my Ayes are wide awake in my dreams
A holy vision,
Now only Poseidon could ever capsize me
Oh i Followed the wind
and my sail has brought me here
but when i gathered a storm
God-damn it, those skies weren't clear
When you
Listen/ To the Ocean
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3. |
The Howling Call
04:54
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Im here to conquer the mountains/ i've felt its stoney spirit slide/ right into my hands
Im growing into a sentimental sediment/ those loaning gray tones/ that i've only found/ on my own
Im here to conquer the oceans/ composing my body of water/ my legs have integrated into sand
and im knowing what its like to be/ be buried at the bottom of the sea/ and imagining to my surprise/ that all of these things, that i find/ can be found through the depths of the sea/ or in the steps of my soul
OH no, Oh no, it aint over
youre only becoming one with timber
you'll know when its over
until the end, i'll be one with the stone.
Hit me
Im here to conquer the forests/
My skin will turn all green/ my hair will gladly/ shape into leaves.
I want to be a slave to their beat/ the algorithmic shades over hollow trees.
and it reminds me
of the sound/ of a thousand stomping feet
the sound of all your stomping feet
Oh no/ it aint over
youve only begun/ to becoming one with the timber
you'll know when its over
until the end/ i'll be one with the stone
hit me
you know
theres a palace we can go
and its only we that know
its high on the rocks
its far across the meadows
yeah
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4. |
Weatherstone
06:39
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The wishing well/ has run dry
So fill it with your friction
and dirt
Its rolling in you mind
a swelling/ electric girth
You'll malfunction/ you may trouble-shoot/
That facetious remote control is on mute.
You'll malfunction/ you may trouble-shoot/
That facetious remote you know is on you.
The wishing well/ has run dry
so why dont you fill it with all of your/
Risky and rye
You'll malfunction/ you may trouble-shoot/
That facetious remote control is on mute.
That facetious remote you know...
But in the deep/ of the sea
That burning smell of water/ is all you need
in the sea/ they'll deplete
that warmthness of the water is all i need.
in the sea/ in the deep
Her warmthness of the water is all i need
so if it tantalizes the tongue.
in the search of a higher ground
oh well you know if it tantalizes the tongue
that searchin of a high
thats so nice
and all i buy
doesnt mean a thing
before i,
so nice, to buy
In the sea/ in the deep
the warthmness of the water is cutting off your legs and feet
in the sea/ they'll deplete. me
the warmthness of the water is all i need
in the sea/ of the deep
her warmthness of the water is all i need
so if it tantalizes the tongue.
in the search of a higher ground
oh well you know if it tantalizes the tongue
that searchin of a high
thats so nice
and all i buy
doesnt mean a thing
so nice
woah woah woah
owe
Weatherstone x2
yeah, owe
I'll owe you one, at the Weatherstone.
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Thomas Hatch San Francisco, California
Solo artist from Sacramento, Ca, Thomas Hatch, emerges with his debut EP, "The Earth & The Moon pt I", a four track story, genre bending in between rock, jazz, folk and the blues.
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