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Spring Rising
01:01
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2. |
The Country Life
03:19
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Did you climb on bails of hay
And go swimming in the lake
Did you wander through the corn
Minnesota bred and born
Did you pretend that you were wed
To a military man
Imagining your kids
Blue shutters, picket fence
The days were long
The fires were warm
The starry nights
The frosty morn
The sun shining down again
Each day was better than the last
If I could bring you back again
I’d give my future for your past
Did you lie awake in bed
Talking with your friends
As questions would arise
Would you giggle in surprise
If George Harrison were here
Would you run away in fear
Would you kiss him on the cheek
Or smile bashfully
The days were long
The fires were warm
The starry nights
The frosty morn
The sun shining down again
Each day was better than the last
If I could bring you back again
I’d give my future for your past
Stories that I’ll never know
Numbered like sand on the shore
Up to the mind to devise
A picture of the country life
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3. |
Summer Smiling
00:28
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4. |
Pots & Pans
02:57
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I remember a yellow kitchen
Sitting down on the vinyl floor
Momma cooking an early supper
Leaving open the cabinet door
From within the walls my hands would pull
The instruments, those tools of my trade
The pots and pans would clash like a cymbal crash
Like the music that I’d soon learning how to play
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans
I remember the orange shag carpet
Sleeping bags on the living room floor
Momma starting the record player
Counting the hours to Christmas morn
Alvin and the Chipmunks sang
That song about missing their two front teeth
And as the record played we’d ruminate
About the presents underneath the tree
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans
I remember my parents’ basement
Punk rock band blasting through the house
Momma cooking the rainbow jello
Bringing it down for the boys to try out
Tragic Blonde, those Sagrave songs,
Music that you’d think she would despise
But all the while she’d laugh and smile
A joyful sense of pride within her eyes
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans
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5. |
No Regrets
03:12
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I don’t know if I could ever have made another choice
As tempting and exciting though it was
Life in academia, respect of all my peers
Meaningless compared to all I got
You made your peace now I’ll make mine
I’m tired of all these questions wasting all this time
A mother knows just what she is
And I’ll make no apologies, keep no regrets
It’s easier to leave behind everything you know
When what you know is not what you believe
They said that life could have no joy, pretended they found peace
To me, it looked like boring misery
You made your peace now I’ll make mine
I’m tired of all these questions wasting all this time
A mother knows just what she is
And I’ll make no apologies, keep no regrets
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6. |
1986
02:46
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1986, she was 40 years old
She had seven kids, the eighth about to be born
Dropping off the twins when her water broke
She said I’m sorry but I got to go
So she hopped in her car and she drove to the...grocery store?
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7. |
Autumn Falling
01:55
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8. |
That Other Guy
03:14
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Down sterile halls where you stay
Fluorescent lights show the way
You spot me through a glass doorway
Let go
You know me as “that other guy”
But I see the smile inside your eyes
Your youngest child, you recognize your own
Let go
I miss the time this disease stole
I wish I would’ve seen you more
I let my sadness take control
Let go
I wish this all would go away
I wish I’d called you every day
I wish you’d watch my children play and grow
Let go
If I don’t believe in destiny
If I don’t believe in anything
It could be explained so easily
Let go
But face to face with all I see
I can’t help but acknowledging
I would’ve done things differently
I can’t let go
Lay it down
Let it go
Lay it down
Let it go
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9. |
Lullaby
03:46
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It’s time for bed oh weary one
We’ll rest our heads, wait for the sun
With folded hands we bowed our heads
On bended knee this prayer you said
Lord we will be good
Lord we will be good
I’ll tuck you in and say goodnight
Just like you’ve done 10,000 times
With folded hands we bowed our heads
On bended knee this prayer you said
Lord we will be good
Lord we will be good
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10. |
Generations
04:07
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I know why, I know why
I keep to myself
And why I take a long time
To break through my shell
These things they last for generations
If you stop look inside be self-aware
It’s not hard to hear the lessons that you’ve given
It’s not hard to see the qualities we share
I have her, I have her
Aversion to the cold
And like her and her father
We’ve got gentle souls
These things they last for generations
If you stop look inside be self-aware
It’s not hard to hear the lessons that you’ve given
It’s not hard to see the qualities we share
‘Cause we are the products of our past
Some ways we’re cursed, some ways we’re blessed
It’s an evolutionary mess
But we wear it like our Sunday’s best
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11. |
Winter Persisting
01:30
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12. |
Til Death Do Us Part
04:12
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I couldn’t have known as a 20 year old
That I’d end up the wealthiest man in the world
‘Cause a decade would lead me to your red front door
With a ring made of rose-colored Black Hills gold
When you wake, will you fall in love again?
Will you even know my name?
They’re the same, all these days
The lines on our faces
Remind me of places long gone
Are memories all that we are?
I couldn’t have known as a 30 year old
That I’d end up in this drawn out scenario
But the world has its ways and the Lord gives and takes
And I know it’s cliche but you’re worth all the pain
When you wake, will you fall in love again
Will you even know my name
They’re the same, all these days
The lines on our faces
Remind me of places long gone
Are memories all that we are?
I meant it: Til death do us part
It’s a sad joke, a cruel world
Where the more that you love
The more that it hurts
It’s a sad joke, a cruel world
Where the more that you love
The more that it hurts
It’s a sad joke, a cruel world
Where the more that you love
The more that it hurts
It’s a sad joke, such a cruel world
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13. |
Fields Anew
03:35
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So long small home
It’s been nice to get to know you
Roll on Rapid Creek
Climb to the top of old Black Elk Peak
But not all things last
Least of all what’s loved best
Still we go on, go on to
Fields anew
A younger Lewis and Clark
Riding your big wheels to Dinosaur Park
Badlands, cheap thrills
Monolith faces watch over Black Hills
But not all things last
Least of all what’s loved best
Still we go on, go on to
Fields anew
So take these moments and hold on tight
Let them feed your soul throughout your life
‘Cause things won’t always stay the same
Don’t you take for granted the present day
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Malingo Indianapolis, Indiana
Malingo, an independent Americana artist from Indiana, has been writing music since grade school. His music meanders between folk, bluegrass, and blues-rock, and pulls heavily from life experiences living in the Midwest, South, and Pacific Northwest.
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