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Wind and Woe
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Have you ever felt the wind in a sea full of gold Have you ever seen the current ripple and fold
When the reapers blade wades through waves of grain
Prosperity’s weighed ‘neath the rule of the rain
Have you ever lost sight of the noon-time sun?
Have you ever seen a storm you couldn’t run from?
When the toll of your trade is bound to betray, Every morning you wake, feels like it’s made for judgment day.
We walked a long, hard road to hoe
Confident we’d reap what we had sown
And the winnowing throes broke the sturdiest folk we’d ever known
I’ve heard it told we inherited the wind, we inherited woe
Have you ever felt the grit on the backs of your hands
Have you ever seen the toil waged by a broken man
When the fruit of your labor, counts the cost with your kin When temerity wanes, the lure has you measure the depth of your sin
Chorus
And it leaves you with a flickering hope, that withers and hones
Till you’re nothing but bones and a wearied heart
But those littlest hands you’d give anything to hold Beckon you home for a brand new start
We inherited the wind, Wind and Woe
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Chasing Ghosts
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Who am I to you? Who am I to say?
All these things your hands have built, seem so wonderfully made
Who do you want? Who can I be?
I will brush my hair, I will sit up straight,
I will lie right through my teeth
Oh my God, I'm afraid Oh my God, I'm ashamed
All this time I'm chasing ghosts That nobody else can see
Tie this mill stone round my throat And throw it into the sea
Who could ever love, Such a thing as me?
All these wounds that these hands have made, run so desperately deep
Oh my God, I'm afraid Oh my God I'm to blame
All this time I'm chasing ghosts
That nobody else can see
Untie this mill stone round my throat
And throw it into the sea
All this time I'm chasing ghosts That nobody else can see
Untie this mill stone round my throat And throw it into the sea
Throw it Throw it
Oh throw that millstone
Throw it, Throw it oh throw that millstone right in the sea
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Oh Lord, please give me strength
Steady these hands for they tremble and shake
Guide me through this hazy weight / show me that the Dawn will break
There's a stranger praying next to my bed
Great Soul may I endure
grant me the peace of one who rests assured
Err the days that seemed so sure
the light of lore growing dim and obscure
There's a woman clinging to my hand
The jaw held clenched on the face of the other man
Their faces their faces, though I can't explain
There's something oddly comforting in how they look at me
Oh Lord be my bellwether lead me by the hand
to the time, to the time of the Great Remembrance
Oh Lord be my bellwether lead me by the hand
to the time, in the time in the time of the Great Remembrance
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The Swinging Bell
03:38
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Out here where the light ends, and the penitent preen
Oh they're all dolled up like a million bucks
Waiting on a dream, but they never sleep
Out here where the light tends and pardoned gnash their teeth
The fate they staved is the penalty craved
When their justice leaves its sheath have mercy on me
I'll be the stories you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You'll be the wishing well, that I'd dive into
When ashes of fasted passions, weigh more than they mean to you
When all of the things they said can't be, come true
We'll be the Swinging Bell
Out here where the Bell rests, on garters and slings
The weathered ropes that were shown in hopes
That they'd someday sing, Oh to let them ring
I'll be the stories you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You'll be the wishing well, that I'd dive into
When ashes of fasted passions, weigh more than they mean to you
When all of the things they said can't be, come true
We'll be the Swinging Bell
Bell gathered stones don't roll, Oooh but they can make a lovely tomb
Oooh a heart can be a home, we've found a home
I'll be the stories you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You'll be the wishing well, that I'd dive into
When ashes of fasted passions, weigh more than they mean to you
When all of the things they said can't be, come true
We'll be the Swinging Bell
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Drive You Home
05:41
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I was watching the sunset,
Paint the Horizon with wistfulness
Singing a song sounded like regret
That siren of fading light, She lured me far too close
In the dark I was thrown against the night
Oh lord it's such a long way down
Close your eyes and try to catch your breath
It'll wear you like a widows gown, A merited heft
How does it feel, when the pall's so suddenly real
Is it wearing you out does it sink into your bones
All the reasons that you had to stay, are worn like a masquerade
How does it feel, when fear is a crowd, let me drive you home
I was watching the lights dance
‘tween the trees underneath a field of stars
Heard a whisper that sounded just like lament
And that temptress of swaying light, she drew me in and held me close
In the dark I was finally given sight
Oh lord it's such a long way down ,
Close your eyes and try to catch your breath
It'll lift you like a bridal gown, a merited theft
How does it feel, when the pall's so suddenly real
Is it wearing you out does it sink into your bones
All the reasons that you had to stay, are worn like a masquerade
How does it feel, when fear is a crowd, let me drive you home
All this spinning around, don't get you any farther
So you were shaped by the sound, always seems it's getting harder
Oh you know, it can't hold, all your hopes, falling by the way side
All this spinning around
How does it feel, when the pall's so suddenly real
Is it wearing you out does it sink into your bones
All the reasons that you had to stay, are worn like a masquerade
How does it feel, when fear is a crowd, let me drive you home
All the reasons that you had to stay, are worn like a masquerade
How does it feel, when fear is a crowd, let me drive you home
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I cut my hair because you cut yours first
When you were worn out and weary you still made time
You saw the best when I was blinded by the worst
Your grief was disregarded; you were far too fraught with mine
And I climbed up and laid down next to you
In that bed on wheels, that was never meant for two
And when I held you close I swore it wasn't true
But that look in your eyes was the harbinger of proof
You held my hand all through the night
The cadence of your breathing, a restless lullaby
Awaken my heart from the dreary tomb of life
Let me dwell in this moment.....for all time
And I climbed up and laid down next to you
In that bed on wheels, that was never meant for two
And when I held you close I swore it wasn't true
But that look in your eyes was the harbinger of proof
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Across the Divide
03:27
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I can see the valley, I can see the road we used to climb
I can see the mountains leering on the other side
And on and on and on and on it goes
I can hear the echo, I can hear the song we used to sing
I can feel the distance living' in the in between
And on and on and on and on it goes
And on and on and on and on it goes
All these moments get lost inside my head
Carry on to find the strength in your eyes
Every fray we fought all the things we've lost
Makes us strong in time as we cross the great divide
Can you hear the rhythm? Can you feel our hearts begin to beat?
Rising from the ashes, like a train gathering steam
And on and on and on and on it goes
in the cannon fire we crescendo
All these moments get lost inside my head
Carry on to find the strength in your eyes
Every fray we fought all the things we've lost
Makes us strong in time as we cross the great divide
Every time we were close to giving up
When the weight of the world was bearing down on us
You kept your hand in mine
All these moments get lost inside my head
Carry on to find the strength in your eyes
Every fray we fought all the things we've lost
Makes us strong in time as we cross the great divide
Oh as we cross the great divide, Oh as we cross the great divide
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Bradford Loomis Nashville, Tennessee
Brad marries grit and melody to dig to the roots of American folklore and speak of the raw reality of the human condition with soul, passion, and hope. Brad’s stories span a lifetime of relatable emotions, be it the bitterness of loss, the deep longing of regret, the enduring hope of love, or the elation of joy. ... more
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