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Colorado Blue
03:29
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I drove you home that autumn day
To your mother’s house
The paint was old, the dogs were barking
I sat upon the rug
O, I think of you sometimes
Of the snow, and that Colorado winter blue
Your eyes were green, your skin was darker
Than the color of my own
We took a shower in the dark
Your mother wasn’t home
O, I think of you sometimes
Of the snow, and that Colorado winter blue
We watched the sunrise over town
From your neighbor’s roof
I remember taking photographs
In the cul-de-sac
O, I think of you sometimes
Of the snow, and that final winter with you
Then you headed east, and said her name
I read between the lines
I caught a plane to Denver
You eyes had turned to stone
From that cold apartment window
I saw you fade into the snow
When you left me for her
You left me in the snow
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About Farewell
03:20
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It is plain to see that I have one foot out the door
And I know that your dear heart is telling you to run
Deep down, somewhere
Deep down, somewhere
I heard somebody say:
‘That the brightest lights cast the biggest shadows”
So, honey, I’ve got to let you go
Seven years to you, dear heart, is all that I can give
And I know that without me, you find just what you need
Deep down, somewhere
Deep down, somewhere
I heard somebody say:
‘That the brightest lights cast the biggest shadow”
So, honey, I’ve got to let you go
Leaving is the hardest part, that’s what we’ve always said
And once upon the other side it is best not too look back
That’s what we say
About farewell
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The Way We Fall
05:04
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It was back in my hometown
Drinking whiskey from the bottle
It was an Indian summer
Wildfires were burning
Ooooooooo ,I didn’t know it was the last time
You never know when it’s the last time
I walked miles after midnight
To a filthy attic room
I can still evoke the stale smoke
Of his cigarettes
Ooooooooo ,I didn’t know it was the last time
You never know when it’s the last time
Tim was on the sidewalk
With his empty ocean eyes
He was smiling like a shadow
And would never age
Ooooooooo ,I didn’t know it was the last time
You never know when it’s the last time
A vision blurred
Through colored glass
The white washed walls
Of summers passed
The smoldering I do recall
The hopeless fade
The way we fall
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Nothing I Can Do
02:24
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Stained glass pane
Dim half-light
I lie awake
Count back from ten
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from yourself
Heavy boots, on the stairs
The dance, too slow
You hide the shame
I place the blame
I want to fix your hair
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from yourself
Say you don’t know
How to kill the hurt
How to leave behind
Or revolutionize
I’m as helpless as tomorrow
You’re a hound without a collar
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from
Honey, there is nothing I can do to save you from yourself
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Lost Land
03:26
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The sleeper knows no line
While the waker hides behind
Yellow curtains in the morning
Heavy drapes upon my mind
Am I in too deep?
Am I in too deep too soon?
On the turn of a dime
With the wind on a chime
I’m a lost land in the blue
Some things are best if kept in darkness
Only true before the dawn
A ghost ship: silent, deathly still
Before the cannons storm
Am I in too deep?
Am I in too deep too soon?
On the turn of a dime
With the wind on a chime
I’m a lost land in the blue
I am walking on the shore
I am walking ‘neath the ocean blue
I am walking sometime, somewhere
It is beautiful
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I Thought I Knew
02:08
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It was the last day of the year
It was coming down in sheets
I was sitting on the street
Soaked through from the sleet
I’d had too much to drink
I called you up, and drew you in
I thought I knew
But I was wrong
You came to my town
I showed you around
But everywhere we went
Reminded me of him
I’d been lying to myself again
I called you up, and drew you in
I thought I knew
But I was wrong
Then I took to the sky
With that knowing, sinking feeling
I’d only just arrived
When I foresaw the end
So I lay on the couch
Helpless to my blunder
You turned out the lights on me
And went upstairs alone
You knew that I was gone
You knew I was gone
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Before The Leaving
02:56
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There are four white walls
In every damn hotel
A light by the bed
Stains on the floor
And it’s here I will wait out the storm
Killing time on the fringes again
Before the leaving
Before the leaving
There are big trucks that wind
And I trade them for hours
Side by side we pass through towns
That we’ll never see
And it’s here I will wait out the storm
Killing time on the fringes again
Before the leaving
Before the leaving
There are red velvet seats
In the windowless rooms
A curtain to draw
And faces to please
And it’s here I will wait out the storm
Killing time on the fringes again
Before the leaving
Before the leaving
The tarmac, the freight, the fortress, the fate
The scarlet red leaves
The cobble stone streets
The city, the field, the channel, the cape
The smell of coal smoke
The tunnels through slate
It’s all brought us back…
Now, there is wood that you stacked
And it’s on our front porch
And it’s staring me down
And it tells me you left
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Hazel Street
03:10
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She said you were in the basement
When I knocked upon the door
That august afternoon
Through the kitchen, down the stairs
I found you waiting there
Your hair had grown
On Hazel Street, On Hazel Street
Colored blankets for your walls
A dirty bed upon the floor
You were not mine
Then the girl called down to you
I had a feeling that she knew
I’d be the one to see you through
On Hazel Street, On Hazel Street
Late that night behind the bar
We surely knew how to play the part
Of lovers, it was nothing new
I woke up drunk on that basement floor
And then you asked how I would read the score
If you asked me to marry you
On Hazel Street, On Hazel Street
I headed south on the highway 5
My head was pounding, I was bleary eyed
That august afternoon
You went and broke the young girl’s heart
You said we’d have a brand new start
I’d be the one to see you through
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Black Sheep
03:53
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Sometimes, I’m riding high
In the rusted sky
Sometimes, I sit right here
Miles off from anywhere
Some days, I’m a black sheep, baby
Suddenly, I’m elegant as evening
But most the time, I’m on the line
I remember waiting by the phone
Pining away the nights alone
A tarnished coin into the slot
My number lost in your coat pocket
Some days, I’m a black sheep, baby
Suddenly, I’m elegant as evening
But most the time, I’m on the line
Ooooooooo - - - A black sheep, black sheep, dark as thunder
Ooooooooo - - - Evening, evening is darker still
I am on the line, and the line is rusted, blue.
Some days, I’m a black sheep, baby
Suddenly, I’m elegant as evening
But most the time, I’m on the line
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Rose & Thorn
03:10
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Said what I needed to say, I guess
Left those words a hanging like a ruined dress
O the mess I’ve made
A Crimson Rose
A Hundred Thorns
Don’t ask me to explain
For I do not know why
I’ve been keeping secrets
For the first time in my life
O the mess I’ve made
A Crimson Rose
A Hundred Thorns
So, I went up to the mountain for to ease my mind
You drown yourself in sorrow with your drinking friends
O the mess I’ve made
A Crimson Rose
A Hundred Thorns
Crimson Rose
O the mess I’ve made
A Crimson Rose
A Hundred Thorns
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Alela Diane Portland, Oregon
Alela Diane is a Portland, OR based singer-songwriter who grew up amongst the winding rivers and golden hillsides of Nevada City, CA. As a girl, she listened to her parents harmonize bluegrass songs in the kitchen, and began writing her own folky songs when she moved to San Francisco at age 19. Since then, Alela has been releasing albums and touring extensively through Europe and North America. ... more
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