1. |
Rattle
03:27
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If you ever hear the rattle
Better lively up your pace
So you don’t take a false step
Freeze when you see that face
Oh, the rattle
might be the last thing you ever hear
First a tender whisper
“Come and have a taste”
Then you hear the rattle
Starts your bones to shake
Oh, the rattle
might be the last thing you ever hear
The oldest sign of danger
The garden and the fruit
The tempter sounds familiar
When he lets that rattle loose
Oh, the rattle
might be the last thing you ever hear
Lots of dangers out here
In unfamiliar fields
Lot of ways to feel fear
Lots of ways to yield
Oh, the rattle
might be the last thing you ever hear
Stay away from danger
Stay away from him
Stay away from the rattlesnake
Stay away from sin
Oh, the rattle
might be the last thing you ever hear
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2. |
Sacred Harp
03:08
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Christian needed Cyrano
Because he couldn’t speak
He said “man, I love Roxane
But you know my game is weak
“I see how she looks at me
I think that she’s for real
But I don’t have the ability
To tell her how I feel”
Wish I had a sacred harp
To play what I want to play
Wish I had the tongues of angels
To say what I want to say
Moses had a message
“let my people go”
“Wait,” he said, “my speech is rough
And my tongue is slow”
“Can’t you find somebody else?”
God said “listen you,
You can’t just say no to me.
Your brother will have to do.”
Wish I had a sacred harp
To play what I want to play
Wish I had the tongues of angels
To say what I want to say
Sometimes we need angels
To fly down from above
With the fire of eloquence
To express our love
Something in our spirits
Something more than words
Wants to sing out from our hearts
In ways we’ve never heard
Wish I had a sacred harp
To play what I want to play
Wish I had the tongues of angels
To say what I want to say
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3. |
John the Revelator
03:18
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4. |
Rodriguez
02:36
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My name is Rodriguez
I stand at the door
make sure that it’s open
to the seekers and the poor
Used to have a family
until the angels came
carried them away and they
left only a name
I like to imagine
they’re waving from the shore
my name is Rodriguez
I stand at the door
Wasn’t much for learning
it just didn’t last
had a mind that wandered
couldn’t make it fast
Now I greet God every day
in the weak and in the wild
the widow stopping by to pray
and the hungry child
Some say I’m a poor man
could be, I’m not sure
my name is Rodriguez
I stand at the door
Couldn’t be a brother
wasn’t meant to be a priest
I asked to be a porter
and help a bit at least
Harder to remember
all my favorite prayers
hard to stand for too long
or make it up the stairs
Close my eyes and dream of
the reunion that’s in store
my name is Rodriguez
I stand at the door
Close my eyes and dream of
the reunion that’s in store
my name is Rodriguez
I stand at the door
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Gonna get me religion
I'm gonna join the Baptist Church
Yes, I'm gonna get me religion
I'm gonna join the Baptist Church
You know I wanna be a Baptist preacher
So I won't have to work
I was in the pulpit
I was jumpin' up and down
I was in the pulpit
I was jumpin' up and down
Everybody was dancin’
And hollerin' “heaven-bound”
Grabbed up my suitcase
and I took off down the road
Grabbed up my suitcase
and I took off down the road
I said, "Farewell church,
may the good Lord bless your soul"
You know I wish I had
a heaven of my own
You know I wish I had
a heaven of my own
I'd give all those good people
a good ole happy home
I'm gonna preach these blues
Preach ‘em all alone
I’m gonna preach these blues
Preach ‘em all alone
Biding time ‘til the chariot
Flies me away home
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6. |
Someone's Son
02:31
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Springtime buds turn into leaves
Filling branches in-between
Peaceful day for someone’s son
To die out on the green
Sirens blaring on their way
Third time they’ve been by today
Getting so I don’t even
Notice them anyway
Good times ain’t rolling no more
He couldn’t handle the speedball
That’s for sure
China White or some percocet
Comfort food for the cold and wet
Dreaming of the warm, dry room
He wasn’t able to get
Empty patches on the lawn
Shady ground they found him on
Laid out like the Virgin’s son
Wounded and alone
Good times ain’t rolling no more
He couldn’t handle the speedball
That’s for sure
New place that’s set tonight
At a table bathed in light
No tears, no want, no fright
Oh I want to believe it
For the sake of the next one
The next someone’s son
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8. |
Lux Aeterna
02:15
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Jesus y Maria
05:12
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Planned to name him Jesus
‘cause she loved the Lord
And give him everything
That she could afford
Took up with a local
A hard-working man
Who didn’t seem to care
No one would understand
Now she’s saving up her cash
To leave this town
The whispers and the rumors
All around
Praying to the Lady
With the stars in her cloak
Patron saint of the desperate and the broke
Called up a cousin
Who lived up in L.A.
“if you can make it here
You got a place to stay”
Jose cashed his paycheck
At the corner store
Told Maria “baby,
I wish it was more”
And they sold all that they had
To leave this town
The whispers and the rumors
All around
Praying to the Lady
With the stars in her hair
Patron saint of lost souls everywhere
Dreaming of a warm bed
Somewhere near Porterville
All around the night
Was silent and still
Burning through their phone cards
Without any luck
Huddled close to stay warm
In the worn-out truck
Had they made a big mistake
To leave their town
Familiar sights and faces
All around?
Praying to the Lady
With the stars in her eyes
Patron saint of angels in disguise
They waited for a savior
But he never showed
At least not in the way
That the stories foretold
Just before the star rose
In the eastern sky
Maria held her baby
And began to cry
Ain’t it crazy just how fortunes rise and fall
They’re gonna write their story on a wall
Gonna leave their names there for someone to see:
“Jesus y Maria estan aqui”
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Lonely Oak New Hampshire
Based in New Hampshire, USA, Mark Reimer composes and performs original music under the name Lonely Oak in the spirit of American blues, country, and gospel ancestors. Descended from Okies and Arkies (look it up), he was an ordained minister in his 20s and has been a traveler ever since. ... more
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