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Get Poor Slow
03:20
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Get Poor Slow
I never cared about money much
I never had a lot to throw around
I never cared about the fancy cars
Just give me something that can get around town
I never thought I would amount to much
Never wanted to go too far
All I wanted was to spend my days
Picking songs on an old guitar
If anybody asked me what my plans were I’d say “I don’t know
Some people want to get rich quick
I’d be happy just to get poor slow.”
She never cared about money much
Never had a lot growing up
She’s got an eye for the Goodwill gold
Makes it look like a million bucks
Don’t need to buy caviar
Don’t need the pearls or the symphony
Just a cider and some takeout Thai
Jane Austen on the DVD
She told me when she met me There was something I should know.
She said, “Some people want to get rich quick
But I’d be happy just to get poor slow.”
So I asked her if she’d marry me and wear that little ring.
I said, “the best things in life are free.”
She said, “The best things in life are not even things.”
Now we’ve got a place to call our own
Apple tree growing in the yard
Seems there’s always something else to do
Seems we never have to work too hard
Little girls out on the swings
Smell of smoke coming off the grill
Maybe later we could bundle up
Sit and listen for the whip-poor-will.
All I want to ask her is, “Baby, when did you know
Our life was gonna get rich quick
Trying just to get poor slow?
‘Cuz our life sure got rich quick
Trying just to get poor slow.”
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2. |
Montreal
02:49
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Montreal
I can hear your laughter
I can feel you near me
See your lips as red as Cabernet
The breeze at your hemline
Filled me like a sail
We drank Sangria
In a sidewalk garden
Watched the tourists on Place Jacques-Cartierr
But the thing most clear
Was how I loved you on that day.
Holding hands on Rue Notre Dame
We stopped to hear a gypsy play guitar
Saying “je ne parle pas Francais”
We didn’t speak the language.
I want to know the language.
We were strangers then
on the Saint Laurent
With a thousand secrets locked inside
Every passing gesture
A mystery sublime
But the wine is open
And we’ve filled our glasses
And it doesn’t matter what we want
There’s no road that travels
Back to Montreal.
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3. |
Talk to Me
03:20
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Talk to Me
That old familiar sucker punch has flattened you again,
Blindsided by the find winding line dividing enemy and friend.
There’s no olly olly oxen free, there’s no magical undo,
You can’t go around or under, it’s not fun, you’ve gotta somehow blunder through.
Sometimes you stumble backwards to get free.
When you lose your faith in second chances, come talk to me.
Because it’s time for resolutions, it’s time for planning plans,
You don’t need more confrontation, just a place with a foundation you can stand.
You’ve gotta leave the past behind you, change the channel on that dial.
When you’re history’s a hornet’s nest it’s best if you stop kicking for awhile.
The way it’s always been it doesn’t have to be.
When it’s time to pour the poison out for good, come talk to me.
You tell me it’s your special kind of genius
To always take the bad and make it worse.
I say when it works out in the end
The victory is sweeter for how hard it was at first.
Those devils in your details, they’ve got the angels on the run,
And there’s no one to explain away the pain or shame the blame for what’s been done.
But there’s a ladder in this labyrinth and you can look up above the walls
And when the crooked path that got you here is clear it won’t seem hard to steer at all.
You got so turned around that you can’t see,
But I know your north is true and I can prove it if you’ll talk to me.
Yes I know your north is true and I can prove it if you’ll talk to me.
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4. |
Watch the Fall
04:32
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Watch the Fall
The Androscoggin River is staggering and stumbling
Tumbling down the rapids through town,
Mumbling and shouting out the sorrows
He’s been trying to drown
Ever since the ice broke he’s been out on a bender
Muddier and meaner every day
Tripping up the riverbanks
Kicking down whatever’s in his way.
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
That’s the name of the game in this town
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
Watch the fall.
I still remember the year this old river
Flooded out the old abandoned mill
All the boys were drinking Narragansett
And watching from the hill
While the Androscoggin river climbed that foundation
Tore out every scrap they left behind.
I guess he used to work there
And when they left he didn’t take it kind.
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
That’s the name of the game in this town
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
Watch the fall.
The Androscoggin river was a hell of a worker
He carried this whole county on his back
Now he’s just a drunkard singing shanties
On the wrong side of the track.
The new people frown and they hold their noses
Their little ones throw rocks and run away
But you should’ve seen him
The day he dragged that mill down to the bay
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
That’s the name of the game in this town
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down,
Watch the fall.
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5. |
Now Forever
03:12
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6. |
Breathe
03:07
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Breathe
We were born to mystery and sacrificed to math
We were on the high road when they said “take the shortest path:
There ain’t anybody anywhere who ever got a guarantee
So son you’d better find yourself a hole and start digging.”
But in the empty fullness of a reasonable day
There’s a simple question that just won’t go away:
Why would anybody ever want to sell another moment of the present
For the future that is never gonna be here?
Buddha said breathe
You can be free
Still I believe the lies I’ve been living on
It’s a world of wonder, still I feel so all alone
There’s an open window, but I can’t put down my phone
I know it’s junk but I’m a junkie and the monkey on my back
Is in the pocket of the market that truly understands me
They’ve worked out all the angles, they’ve got their formulaic list
They’ve got our brains on speed-dial, it’s pointless to resist
Take a seat and grab a magazine or catalog
The doctor will be with you in a moment to remove these feelings
Buddha said breathe
You can be free
Still I believe the lies I’ve been living on
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7. |
Chasing the Leaves
03:15
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Chasing the Leaves
sharp as a shadow hard as a stone
hopeless november endlessly blown
the wind off the river naked as bone
hear my teeth chatter, feel the trees groan
running in circles, chasing the leaves
a part of you dancing with some part of me
full of the morning, empty of fear
blind to the darkness, seeing so clear
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8. |
Cutting Back
03:18
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Cutting Back
the knife blade falls
better, she supposes
to be cutting back her roses
to give them room to grow
it shines and steals
gentle as a lover
she's only just discovered
that something's gotta go
can you hear your voice above the noises
of all the little choices you made yesterday?
Can you find the center of your life
sharpen up your knife and cut the rest away?
The cell phone call
she looks and leaves it ringing
says that she's been thinking
she could use a little room
says he's like this rose
hardening and fading
she's been watering and waiting
he's never going to bloom
can you hear your voice above the noises
of all the little choices you made yesterday?
Can you find the center of your life
sharpen up your knife and cut the rest away?
and when it's done, and it feels wrong
and you’re scared that everything is gone
don’t give in, pour the wine
close your mind till you find
you can hear your voice above the noises
of all the little choices you made yesterday
You can find the center of your life
sharpen up your knife and cut the rest away
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9. |
So Far So Good
03:14
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So Far So Good
down the rocks now watch your feet
it's easy to fall
and the waves would love to take you for their own
take my hand and come with me
to welcome it all
tell me why is coming here like going home?
it’s been forever since we’ve been away together
and it's always now or never,
you can't wait for perfect weather so let's go
so far so good
this is better than it ever should have been
so far so good
i close my eyes, hold my breath and count to ten
knock on wood, but not too hard
I say so far, so good
they dance like pipers in the sand
those daughters of mine
and they're each the best of us rolled into one
they bring sea glass in their hands
see how they shine
there's magic in the way they catch the sun
there's no knowing, just hold on and watch 'em growing
and it seems to me they're showing us
the way that we've been going and it's
chorus
see our footprints in the sand
they wander and wind
from the dune grass right on down into the sea
there's no trace of any plan
no reason or rhyme
just the story that you walked awhile with me
it's displaying that we've come a good long way
and when we've both gone old and gray
we'll still be out here playing, saying:
chorus X2
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10. |
Between the Lines
03:24
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Between the Lines
Sunrise like a shiner on a boxer's face
blue and red
two thousand miles of broken yellow fading in the rearview
and a hundred miles ahead
nothing on this highway from baltimore to boston
is ever gonna feel like mine
between the lines, between the lines
here I am again between the lines
between the lines, between the lines
here I am again
handcuffed to the dream that there was something more
new and far away
everywhere i go i find my mind is always wandering
to what you didn't say
and all the ghosts of hope and fear you bottled up inside you
when you just said fine
chorus
i've come home through the darkness and the pouring rain
through the sleepness night
all lit up on gasoline and shaking from the coffee
and the need to get this right
cuz it's more than miles of road that pave the distances between us
and i don't want to live my life
chorus
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Jud Caswell Brunswick, Maine
Seasoned Maine artist/performer & multi-instrumentalist Jud Caswell gives listeners a front-row seat to his engaging manner and storytelling at live shows, backed by his musical prowess/writing and his down-home warmth and wit, as recorded in his solo performance, “Live at the Seagull Shop,” the No 1 CD on the FAI Folk Chart March 2020. ... more
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