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Last Time For Everything
04:28
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Last Time For Everything Sara Milonovich
Don’t remember much the day I heard the news
Just stared out at the sky, it was the color of a bruise
No way to anticipate the ambush by your eyes
Blending with the underbrush, coiled up to strike
Coiled up to strike
Still looking for what’s good about goodbyes
Like staring at the moonlit snow, and saying it’s fireflies
Windblown with the sparrows clutching the wire
I’d run off to LA, but it just keeps catching fire
Catching fire
If only time was like a river that runs both ways
A tide that could deliver back those days
You were a storm front making grown men cry, watching young girls sing
But there’s a last time for everything
Pressed between these pages in our hands
A crumbling yellow leaf, the way you used to stand
Gathered ‘round like crows circling for home
Bewildered wild creatures not understanding where you’ve gone
Or why you’ve gone
The radiator exhales into the morning
Scrape the ice off the windshield, smell the frozen wood burning
Pray the blue ghosts of trees will summon back the spring
Try to keep the faith, but there’s a last time for everything
If only time was like a river that runs both ways
A tide that could deliver back those days
Another song, another drink, another sunset’s glowing ring
But there’s a last time for everything
There’s a last time for everything
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Lawrence, KS
04:15
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Lawrence, KS Josh Ritter
Dirt roads and dry land farming might be the death of me
But I can't leave this world behind
My debts are not like prison where there's hope of getting free
But I can't leave this world behind
I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas
Trying to leave my state of mind
Trying to leave this awful sadness
But I can't leave this world behind
South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow trees
And I can't leave this world behind
It's a fenced-in piece of nothing where I hear voices on my knees
And I can't leave this world behind
Some prophecies are self-fulfilling
(But) I've had to work for all of mine
Better times will come to me, god willing
‘Cause I can't leave this world behind
This world must be frightening everybody's on the run
Seems I can't leave this world behind
My house is a wooden one and its built on a wooden one
Seems I can't leave this world behind
Preacher says when the master calls us
He's gonna give us wings to fly
My wings are made of hay and corn husks
So I can't leave this world behind
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Valentine's Day
05:20
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Valentine’s Day Sara Milonovich
It’s Valentine’s Day; another massacre to put away
And crying doesn’t do a goddamn thing to make it better
I used to think love always wins - guess I better think again
‘Cause praying for a different ending never matters
I can’t believe that you’re not bored, that we’re still comrades in this war
15 years… god knows how many more we’ll weather
Not banking on the by and by, it’s back-to-back against the tide
Shaking both fists at the sky, over and over
Like those flowers we’re all sending
Some things there’s just no way to save
Like every second that’s worth spending
Picking roses for a table or a grave
Just look at our friends - they’ve run out of road together in the end
With nothing left to learn, and nothing left to lose
She dragged the couch out in the yard, he helped her load it in the car
And if one day it was our turn, I’d do the same for you
Like those flowers we’re all sending
Some things there’s just no way to save
Like every second that’s worth spending
Picking roses for a table or a grave
We’d have a daughter if we could - I bet she’d have had your looks
Days like today I’m glad that we’ll never know
With her eyes of hazel wood, and her arms full of books
She’d go smiling off to school, and never come home
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Queen of Suburbia
04:14
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Queen Of Suburbia Sara Milonovich
I got drunk with the Queen of Suburbia, 30 miles from our threadbare hometown
The big city lights might’ve hurt you, but it sure beats that hole in the ground
Hey honey, how’s life with you these days? Did you figure it out on the way?
How’s the view through the eyes of your two kids, and those bottles of chardonnay?
Hey, Hey, Hey - ain’t it funny how life comes around?
Do we settle on something to live for or just settle down?
When we reminisced back on our childhood, you’d have thought we were living in war
As we tried not to die from the boredom of figuring out what we’re good for
Remember just after the first frost we played hide and seek in the corn
And everyone thought we were lost ‘til we came in at last to get warm
Hey, Hey, Hey - ain’t it funny how life comes around?
Do we settle on something to live for or just settle down?
Now it’s been a few years since we’ve spoken, guess there’s not much we needed to say
And I see by the pictures you posted, your second one’s makin’ her way
Let’s head up and settle our bar tab, and study ourselves in the glass
And wonder how life would’ve turned out, if we’d each chosen each other’s path
Hey, Hey, Hey - ain’t it funny how life comes around?
Do we settle on something to live for or just settle down?
Hey, Hey, Hey - are we happy with all that we found?
Looking back at the road not taken for tracks on the ground.
How I wish that I wanted what you’ve got, quiet chores and a nice cozy bed
Instead of stalking these highways and alleys, with these dreams bleeding out in my head
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The Sun's Comin' Over The Hill Karine Polwart
Six rain ridden summers, and he still had an eye for me
Every evening he kissed me, and told me he'd die for me
And then he ran off the road, full of whisky and irony
He always meant what he said
So I took to whisky so I could recall
The taste of his mouth on my mouth, that was all
I tried the same trick with a truck, but it stalled
The engine was better off dead
Oh the nights are long
But life is longer still
Oh the nights are long
But the sun's comin' over the hill
The taste never left me and I don't think it will
And it caused me to supplement whisky with pills
But there was something inside that I couldn't kill
Believe me when I say I tried
And there's some say you get what you deserve but they're wrong
Sometimes you get what you're given, and then it's all gone
And you are lucky if you are sufficiently strong
To daily decide not to die
Oh the nights are long
But life is longer still
Oh the nights are long
But the sun's comin' over the hill
And there's not many things that I wouldn't change
There are better days gone than those that remain
But I can find joy in the sound of the rain
You have to find joy where you can
Oh the nights are long
But life is longer still
Oh the nights are long
But the sun's comin' over the hill
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6. |
87 North
04:50
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87 North Sara Milonovich
87 North in the driving rain in the spray of a semi bound for Montreal
I’ve buried a few friends and a couple dreams, got the headstones just waiting on the ground to thaw
The first time I tried to outrun sorrow I was 16, passport in my glovebox
On a North Country road towards tomorrow; thought I knew about nostalgia and hard knocks
There are better things to pick a fight with than the deaf, drunken ghosts inside your head
Because one day you’ll wake up to find out that the life of the party is dead
So I turned tail for the timberline, past the old barns and the older pines
It’s a funny way that time chooses to unwind
Well the road might outlive you, but the one thing that it won’t do is forgive you
You’re still a dollar from breaking even, a mile from breaking down
It’s just the current of least resistance, just like trying to chase lighting from a distance
Might as well forgive yourself if you’re gonna stick around
Met the cowboy prophet of the corner store grabbing coffee just before the border
He told me “Those that can afford the time to think don’t seem to end up any smarter.
Too many self-made saints charging by the hour just to sell you the sunset for a song
But we’re not here like fragile wildflowers, we’re fragile like a bomb.”
“Those already born in paradise wouldn’t recognize redemption if they saw it
The winters ain’t what they used to be, but they’re still caught up in what to call it
Just remember the courage it takes to run somewhere they don’t see silence as a threat
Because the past is prison ‘neath a foreign sun, and the highway hasn’t quite failed me yet.”
Well the road might outlive you, but the one thing that it won’t do is forgive you
You’re still a dollar from breaking even, a mile from breaking down
It’s just the current of least resistance, just like trying to chase lighting from a distance
Might as well forgive yourself if you’re gonna stick around
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The Body Electric
03:41
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The Body Electric Alynda Lee Segarra
Said you're gonna shoot me down, put my body in the river
Shoot me down, put my body in the river
While the whole world sings, sing it like a song
The whole world sings like there's nothing going wrong
He shot her down, he put her body in the river
He covered her up but I went to get her
And I said, "My girl, what happened to you now?"
I said, "My girl, we gotta stop it somehow"
Oh, and tell me what's a man with a rifle in his hand
Gonna do for a world that's so sick and sad?
Tell me what's a man with a rifle in his hand
Gonna do for a world that's all gone mad?
He's gonna shoot me down, put my body in the river
Cover me up with the leaves of September
Like an old sad song, you’ve heard it all before
Well, Delia's gone but I'm settling the score
Oh, and tell me what's a man with a rifle in his hand
Gonna do for a world that's just dying slow?
Tell me what's a man with a rifle in his hand
Gonna do for his daughter when it's her turn to go?
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8. |
Two Dollar Town
04:30
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Two Dollar Town Sara Milonovich
Got a million-dollar view of a two-dollar town
The streets are safe at midnight ‘cause there’s no one else around
Days crawl by like weeds taking over in the hollows
At summer’s end the children fly away with the swallows
Is it a long time gone? Can you ever go home?
Smoky old red diesel, and days too long to measure
Fine dust in the driveway, always talking about the weather
Breathin’ in the evening dew settling on the windrows
Silent at the sunset, don’t waste words on what you know
It wasn’t that long ago; wonder who’s next to go
We all gotta pick a hill to die on
A mountaintop to make a stand
Rows of clay you can rely on
Or a paper tombstone in your hand
The lights were still on in the dairy barn
They found him in his Ford with a needle in his arm
I wish I’d thought to ask him if his war was ever won
He never talked about it even when the chores were done
We’re all fault lines; we’re all dying all the time
Maybe there’s mercy in no decision left to make
The last line that you sign on is still the deepest cut to take
Surrender your kingdom to a stranger in the fall
Who stares out at the cornfields and sees nothing there at all
This is the season of tall grass; but like all things must pass
We all gotta pick a hill to die on
A hill of sand or a hill of corn
But if you want to get away with murder
Just make a killin’ a million times more
Now I always get a heartache driving past the headlands
Listening to the radio instead of the rain
I wish those golden fields hadn’t flown away so far
I’d trap all those glowing nights safely in a glass jar
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9. |
Strange Dominions
04:42
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Strange Dominions Jeff Wilkinson / Sara Milonovich
Strange dominions, for a few
Lost republic, what’s come over you?
Feed the fire, coal’s aglow
Tramp the wheat fields ‘cause I know
Strange reflections, on the sea
Dancing like a sailor, what’s come over me?
Feed the flame, burning appetite
Cast our nets just one more time
But you can’t begin to claim the life
You say is yours to sell and buy
The winds are heavy beyond control
To unleash a power far beyond our reach
Strange desires, ‘neath the sand
Hidden river wanders through our hands
Feed the fire like it’s suicide
Pray to the powers up on high
‘Cause you can’t begin to claim the life
You say is yours to sell and buy
The winds are heavy beyond control
To unleash a power far beyond our reach
Strange possession that you take
Claim to choose for me the life I make
Feed the fire, hypocrites on high
Take away my last right to decide
‘Cause you can’t pretend to claim the life
You say is yours to sell and buy
The winds are heavy beyond control
To unleash a power far beyond our reach
Strange dominions, what’s come over you?
Who controls the bounty for the few?
Feed the flames that rise in to the sky
Heavy hand upon our backs and minds
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10. |
Northeast
04:43
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Northeast Sara Milonovich
The wind is too damn lazy to go around
It steals your hope of ever getting warm(er)
It taught the telephone wires to sing the loneliest songs
And I still hold my breath around every corner
Cause tomorrow spring might still be lost
Stuck in a ditch next to a dirty plywood cross
With the beer cans and best laid plans and barbed wire skeletons of dreams
In the Northeast
The stop sign’s creased from where the snowplow hit
And the city glitters like a shot glass in the sun
At night the stars are sharp as diamond drill bits
You can forget for a while about the dead and dumb
Went from living the dream to just living
The hardest part of being broke is the pretending
When November plants cold boots upon your shoulders it doesn’t scare you in the least
In the Northeast
It’s hard to tell which is heavier - the concrete sky or this tiny town
You wonder why I say I’m like the weather:
As unforgiving as the January ground
My smile is still an echo of the ridgeline
You won’t recognize these hills in any song
A folded map that’s worn away with time
But it’s as good a place as any to be from
Even when every day’s a bluebird sky
You don’t always do things the hard way but you try
You can’t escape the boulders surfacing in spring, or this rusty rage you’ve been bequeathed
In the Northeast
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Sara Milonovich & Daisycutter Amsterdam, New York
Singer/songwriter/fiddler Sara Milonovich and her band Daisycutter deliver a heady harvest of heart-stopping original roots rock and alt-Americana. The 2022 Americana Artist of the Year (Capital District Thomas Edison Music Awards) captivates with atmospheric, powerful pieces; words that paint poignant scenes, and melodies that linger long after the last listen. ... more
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