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The Atlantic
02:28
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so long
so far
words that are clenching and closing my heart
all my shoes and my dreams are falling apart
time gives
time takes
deep in my bones there's a terrible ache
the lie in me says you're a fake, you're a fake
oh I pray for a road through the mountains
face the wind in the sweetness of dawn
Carolina, carry on
sing a new song while I am gone
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Athens
03:11
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with an atlas in my pocket and a stone upon my wing
I ran away to Athens, but it didn't change a thing
when I close my eyes and listen I can barely hear,
but there's always just a whisper of your voice my dear
and it's louder every day
and it's harder not to say
the things we both know
so I just sing them sweet,
sweet and low
I put salt on my food, now it tastes like salt
the ashes are a-fallin' I can't see at all
and now that I am stuck here I will drink my life in sips
and I will eat some berries just to stain my lips
and my dusty feet are worn
and I swear, I could've sworn I was ready to go
but I'm just singin sweet,
sweet and low
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When I Wake Oh My Soul
03:17
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when I wake, oh my soul
to the morning sweet
I can hear the humble ground
rumbling an ancient sound
when I climb, oh my soul
into holy trees
I can see the highway rise
up into the golden skies
how I long for you
search for you in a crowd
as I wade through the masses, I look up
and I'll never look down
foreign words and a psalm in my mouth
hope like honey sweet on this scroll I eat
dust and seeds, ever all I shall be
and the body weeps, but the soul shall sing
when I cry, oh my soul
like a lonesome dove
spring is coming on again
I can feel it on my skin
when I dance, oh my soul
to the sound of you
playing on a thunder drum
giving that ol' harp a strum
how I long for you
search for you in a crowd
as I wade through the masses
I look up, and I never look down
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4. |
Andy
04:23
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don't worry about Andy
he weighs ninety six pounds
his affection for humans is waning
he'd rather have no one around
don't worry about Andy
wit comes with ease to his words
he holds a pen with impeccable grace
clear renderings clearly absurd
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Becca Leigh Charleston, South Carolina
Becca Leigh is a songwriter based in Charleston, South Carolina. Her songs emerge from a folk tradition, focusing on melody, imagery, and emotion.
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