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Wait 'Til Mornin'
04:07
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Does he sing tonight
wear my ring tonight
careful thoughts tonight about the day
Can't find love tonight
wind blows cold tonight
does he hide tonight away from day
Cold his feet tonight
no night flight tonight
swollen eyes tonight a dreaded day
Changing minds tonight
I hope he finds the night
desolate tonight until the day
So, wait 'til mornin' bright and gay
wait 'til mornin' has its way
Who is he tonight
doesn't know tonight
forget him tonight, a brand new day
Wait 'til mornin' bright and gay
wait 'til mornin' has its
wait 'til mornin' bright and
wait 'til mornin' ... has its way
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Do Not Destroy
05:01
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One hundred miles north, towards the Georgia state line
Is a place that I used to call mine
It was just beyond the valley and deep within the wood
But now theres nothing where it once stood
And I always thought I'd have that place
These city walls have grown too close
and crowded what I need most
Do not destroy
what is mine, what also is yours
Long before the roads and the busy highways
Before the lights and concrete that fill it up today
Before the plastic promises that sold us what was free
I remember a better side of this country
And I always thought I'd have that place
These city walls have grown too close
and crowded what I need most
Do not destroy
what is mine, what also is yours
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3. |
Hands
03:25
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My ears are ringing
from the words you are flinging
but they hold no meaning
at least for me
I hope these words aint for me
cause if they were
then I'd certainly be
My skin is prickling
from previous gripping
but these hands I am feeling
just aint for me
I hope these hands aint for me
cause if they were
then I'd certainly be
My eyes are seeing
a curious being
this bird you are freeing
just can't be me
I hope this bird isn't me
cause if it was
then I'd certainly be
I hope these hands aint for me
cause if they were
then I'd certainly be
I hope these words aint for me
cause if they were
then I'd certainly be
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4. |
Mouse Song
04:03
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i'd seen
a little mouse
running
inside my house
we'd be good friends
but he eats my bread
So I want him gone, gone!
away from here
Bet you'd grown
because you've never been caught
But the golden rule
is what Ive been taught
You keep taken
just to live
more than i have
got to give
So I want you gone, gone
away from here
And I dont wanna cause no fuss
Just doing what I must
But now your little feet
are scurrying in the sky
I sent you way,
way up high
to a better house
thats perfect for a mouse
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Cicada Rhythm Athens, Georgia
Andrea DeMarcus- Bass
David Kirslis - Guitar
Born and raised in Georgia, this
talented pair imitates and modernizes folk music to a rejuvenating degree. Their sound exhibits skilled and articulate guitar picking honed in the dive bars of Atlanta over rolling Julliard-trained bass lines. Expect chilling harmonies, unbridled enthusiasm, some wholesome tunes and a sincere performance.
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