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Solsbury Hill
03:45
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Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind would whisper, time stood still
An eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son, " he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
The open door would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
As tho' my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can’t see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
They've come to take me home."
Hey, I’ll soon be home.
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Song For George
01:56
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Twinmills
02:55
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I don’t drink and I don’t smoke,
and I don’t wear no greasy coat.
I don’t cuss and I don’t chew,
and I don’t go out with the girls that do.
I don't kiss and I don't tell
And all you sinners gonna go to hell
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My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Thro' all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?
What tho' my joys and comforts die?
I know the truth, it liveth
What tho' the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it,
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I´m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?
My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Thro' all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?
Since Love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?
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Butch Ross Chattanooga, Tennessee
Chattanooga multi-instrumentalist and mountain dulcimer maestro Butch Ross has tackled everything from Radiohead to Bach and come away with a renewed appreciation for what the humble dulcimer is capable of. His music is born from his respect for its abilities, a respect born from the years he's spent prying apart its pieces and discovering new sounds where none existed before. ... more
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