1. |
Big Picture
03:44
|
|||
|
I don't care if you hang yourself
or choke on all this noise
I don't care what you think your right is
or how you made this choice
And if it takes the edge off your fun to be upfront
then go ahead and lie
But in the big big big big picture
It better fly
Cause you're already past the point
where you care what this does to me
You keep adding up one and one
and coming up with three
Well I think your little affair
happened awfully fast
But in the big big big big picture
It better last
Gotta do
wanna do
Nobody can talk to you
Super cool, nobody's fool
Bitch about, then bend the rules
Forget about how it makes me feel
But in the big big big big picture
It better be real
Cause when somebody leaves or dies
or turns your life around otherwise
you get to looking at the whole thing
grabbing at what you think it might mean
But when you're catching that new thrill
everything's a blur
in the big big big big picture
There's a larger view
and a larger you
and it matters what
matters what you do
There's a steeper climb and much less time
So take a risk, open up your eyes
Forget about how it makes you feel
But in the big big big big picture
It better be real
In the big big big big
big big big big picture
|
||||
2. |
Lullaby
03:11
|
|||
|
Love is exhausted and cannot rise
with aching bones and bloodshot eyes
Let's put away this score we keep
Love is exhausted--let it sleep
It's hard to remember the morning now
I want to go back but I don't know how
Our ship's adrift in water deep
Love is exhausted--let it sleep
Sing love a lullaby
hush now don't you cry
Tuck desire in with a kiss goodnight
Lying still till we see dawn's early light
Heaven is waiting when love awakes
over the mountain and through the gates
But tonight the climb's too rough and steep
Love is exhausted--let it sleep
|
||||
3. |
Common Secrets
05:54
|
|||
|
I go out, leave my house wide open
Well that's OK cause I live in the unspoken
5:30PM, the first light I've seen
Take a giant step into the places in between
CHORUS
And every face looks familiar to me
There are no secrets if you let yourself see
I look at you and I see myself
I see our secrets, they're our common wealth
I walk around my head cocked to the side
City's crooked, but the sky is wide
It starts to look a lot realer that way
City hanging from the sky at the end of the day
(chorus)
I hear things that you don't hear
I sing them right out loud, hey that's my career
I hear the hands that laid those bricks
I hear the grout that's making them stick
Some hearts are thick and I cannot see through
Some buildings do not speak--they are too new
I walk this street from another time
And I feel your footsteps right inside of mine
(chorus)
Common secrets
Common wealth
|
||||
4. |
Treasure
02:34
|
|||
|
No way through
and no way round the salt rain
rising flood
frail flesh and blood
Wednesday evening
the levee finally gave way
your best friend found you then
Angels sing midnight refrains
saying Judie you've lost your treasure
you'd better start all over again
Hearts and diamonds
No help there at all
Still you smiled and chattered like a child
Silent speaker
why no sign of your fall?
We all missed the sound
of you pounding at your prison wall
Angels sing midnight refrains
saying Judie you've lost your treasure
you'd better start back homeward again
|
||||
5. |
Pictures of Love
03:15
|
|||
|
The smiles of everyone
I've got a picture of
are sparkling on my wall
The stars of my front hall
And I'm hanging on to them
Need to remember when
the kids were 2 foot 2
That hat looked good on you
CHORUS
Pictures of love
pictures of love
pictures of love are pictures of you
It's like you're standing there
Right on my Frigidaire
You kinda look surprised
Your dog has big red eyes
And I'm hanging onto this
across a wilderness
You're at the baby grand
I'm here in la-la land
(chorus)
The smiles of everyone
I've got a picture of
are sparkling on my wall
The stars of my front hall
(chorus)
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
Well it did my heart good to see that priest
with a guitar slung on his back
And it did my heart good to see that tree
mostly living but some burned black
And it did my heart good to sing with people
in communion once again
But it was the silence between the prayers
when I heard you echo my Amen
Chorus:
And it was your voice, a voice that whispered
in a language plain but rare
It was the voice, the voice of mystery
in the silence between the prayers
Well the priest he told us what God intended
and how he holds us in our misery
But I could not hear him cause I was listen
To the story of that lightning-struck tree
Chorus
A broken tree, a wooden cross
A loaf of bread and a cup of wine
The sun, the breeze, the altar table
Clapping hands and dancing chimes
And they put a red rope round where tongues of fire
had licked that mighty tree
And the people came round
though they weren't supposed to
cause they had to touch the mystery
Chorus
|
||||
7. |
On My Knees
05:54
|
|||
|
Get in the house now
and hurry
Honey make sure they get in the house now please
I hear trouble coming
and I don't want the children watching
when I'm on my knees
Give me a quarter
hey mister
I ain't gonna bite you I just need some change now please
Once I painted pictures
Now I drink bad liquor
till I'm on my knees
And they tell me on my knees is where I belong
They tell me on my knees is where I belong
Here comes another dream lover
Honey make sure you're wearing your hat now please
Some girls get a gold ring
I get paid for smiling
when I'm on my knees
And they tell me on my knees is where I belong
They tell me on my knees is where
|
||||
8. |
Singer's Prayer
03:08
|
|||
|
Give me birdsong in the morning
and give me silence after snow
and give me strumming in the evening
The sounds my true heart knows
The sounds my true heart knows
And give me dancing in the doorway
and give me singing at the stove
and give me laughter in the traffic
Give me lightness for the road
Give me lightness for the road
And give me a hammer for the building
and give me an axe for the tearing down
and give me plaster for the mending
Give me a home the world around
Give me a home the world around
And give me birdsong in the morning
and give me silence after snow
and give me strumming in the evening
The sounds my true heart knows
The sounds my true heart knows
|
||||
Purple Martin Boston, Massachusetts
If you like Purple Martin, you may also like:
Ship To Shore
by Richard Thompson
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk.
go to album
Sparkling and knotty indie rock from this Australian group with interlocking guitars and shifting rhythms.
go to album
Darkness begins to creep into the corners on the latest from Itasca.
go to album
Little Green
by Cara Beth Satalino
Cara Beth Satalino's delicately melodic yet resilient indie folk songs sparkle with lyrical wit and hard-won wisdom.
go to album
Nippon Acid Folk 1970-1980
by Time Capsule
The experimental spirit permeating this collection of Japanese acid folk foreshadowed the arrivals of city pop, the psych revival, and folktronica.
go to album
Will I Still Bloom?
by Half Dream
Heartland indie rock that’s like Angel Olsen at her fuzziest fronting a gnarlier Mazzy Star.
go to album
The Melbourne singer-songwriter's captivating debut balances dreamy indie folk with driving, emotional rock.
go to album
