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The Circle
02:56
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I went riding to leave the county
Far behind my reckless ways
But the wind took with it's passing
And now I can't forget a moment since that day
I was sailing on a broken vessel
Like a feeling lost in the limelight
But the fallen take the circle
And I can't resent the effort nor the chance
I have fortune through less desires
It's just home and then what you love
And if I see more of either
I won't have to ask why it's in all of us
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2. |
Seemed to Be
03:05
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I'm not one to say that I need second chances
Anymore now that I'm speaking more of my mind
Yet it's not as good as it somehow seemed to be
I'm not one to say I teach a course of action
Anymore now that I'm speaking more of my mind
Yet it's not as good as it somehow seemed to be
The road is a home for wild hearts
Don't set course from the minute you think
You're ready to know it
Ready to know it?
But I'm not one to say I keep an honest conscience
Much more now that I'm speaking more of my mind
And it's not as bad as it somehow seemed to be
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3. |
Ghosts in the Water
04:16
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I put my ghosts in the water
I won't have to hide them anymore
I went down to the shore
To guilt out my ghosts in the water
I went down to the bottom of the ocean
Where my ghosts can be set free
They've been chained to the bottom of my soul
Down in the darkest depths of me
You can't touch the flame too hot
You can't steer the reigns you're not
Clean till you guilt out your ghosts in the water
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Sea Line
04:59
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To sit and see the flock far into the sea line
Circling the hunting ships for remains or uncommon charity
Is just like mankind upon their mother earth
Crowded and missing pieces
Small or large their setting up tomorrow's sorrow
Convoluted in theory
It's not to bore the trained ear
Some will never grasp, I fear
That the heart not easily shaken
Is a homestead of patience
Should you grow skeptic of my understanding
Employ and emote what you can
I've stopped and I've ran since I've began
Though I can't say when I will again
It's convoluted in theory
It's not to bore the trained ear
Some will never grasp, I fear
That the heart not easily shaken
Is a homestead of patience
Whether you're in or you're out of wealth
Don't lay to rest those careless wishes
Put forth the able man
Charter on that sea line
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Where's that familiar place
An ever constant face
To keep your reminders at bay
Well behaved and in proper place
That being said I can't pretend
As if I can form words that have already been said
When I have a blank page
To find company in again
Friends, the ones with wholesome responses
Pardon the fevers that arise
Upon our fury minded heads
When we're doubting certainty
In the calming of the wind
There is few worth the choosing
Of your friends you wont be losing in the end
And all this considered I confess
There are delicate days ahead
And I cannot decide if I can confide in anyone
Should I need to
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The Orchard
05:01
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Humming little bird climbing the side of the tree
Immersed in ordinary things
When it rains it may be pouring
Fleeting is a feeling that's adored
In the orchard the wind blows often
Less the storm shall rage fierce
There's a shelter held near
Where the fruit has become rotten
And it's hard to forget the tales
When I'm carrying the times in my sails
Where nothing changes until it fails
Early morning light
The fall brings leaves to my feet
With the fog and cold toiling
To send the birds south of here
In the orchard the wind dies often
And I know that I'm getting old
Though I once have been told
That it all goes on without us
In the orchard, sorrow is kind
Spent longing in the very scene
Where we last stood gathering
A breath of affection and mind
It was all in it's place
I can't rewind, or reverse
I can't repaid nor rehearse
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Face the Facts
04:11
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Face the facts
You're in like Flynn
To decisions on a whim
Or stored in the cracks
They're yours to behold
It's a choice that can be sold
Into what you've become
When you're too numb to face the facts
Face the facts
No kind is like the other
Brother where you'd resound
I'm sure to encounter
And it's ours to behold
It's a choice that can be sold
Into what you've become
When you're too numb to face the facts
Face the facts
You're bound for failure
It's here and there
But isn't it everywhere
And it's yours to behold
It's a choice that can be sold
Into what you've become
When you're too numb to face the facts
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8. |
Like a Wick in the Sun
03:22
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If we go our separate ways now
This surely will pass
You can grasp a hold or calm down before you think again to ask
Is this troublesome to me to be deceived?
You just burn burn burn like a wick in the sun
Should you change for anyone
I don't speak for anyone
When I say it can be done
I'm sure we both know it is what it is
Just walking in shapes
Horns softly play
That I want you to do what you want to do
You just burn burn burn like a wick in the sun
Should you change for anyone
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Summer Blooms
03:56
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Summer isn't just a season
I intent to implore my reasons
Heighten the peaks that I often keep
So as I speak I arrive at the deep
Summer blooms with every inch of reach
Holding an infancy without complacency
That I embrace once more
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In the Melody
04:05
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Well you told me once
I couldn't have seen
Such a thing meant for me
And in the foreground
There's a melody softening
To bring me back down
Circumstances draw second chances
Thirds and fourths
Until none are left
And in the foreground
There's a melody softening
To bring me back down
Falling for your luck
Easy does it now
Only you take the fall
Only you pick yourself up
And in the foreground
There's a melody softening
To bring me back down
So I make the path wide
Now that I've taught my eyes
To see for themselves
And not anything else
And in the foreground
There's a melody softening
To bring me back down
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Harmlessly Harmful
04:09
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I’m not against what you say
I just haven’t felt the sway
Of such abrasive force
There’s not a question I can ask
When you’re making points that are well passed
The safe and the harmless tones
I’m not against what you say
I just haven’t been the rain or luck
Though I’ve known their course
There’s not a question I can ask
When you’re making points that are well passed
The safe and the harmless tones
And I am not trained
Nor am I well versed
In these conscious states
But I know now, how it feels
To be wrongly refused of what you maintain
Do you crave the tension and the taste?
Do you play the heart and the face?
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Sun and Penelope
03:49
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Hey, hey, why have you gone astray now
No no, no need to run no more
Hey, hey, I know I’ve worn your soul down
But I can give you plenty reasons not to flee this town
Hey, hey, I want to hear you’re coming home now
No, no, it’s looking grim I’m sure now
Cause it’s been hours, days and weeks
Without the sun to shine on me and Penelope
Hey, hey, I learned you moved across the sea
No no, no way I’ll wait another day
Hey, hey, I’ve gotten on that plane now
Because I can give you plenty reasons not to flee that town
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Letters to Emily
04:05
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Describe the scenery
A surreal almost freezing feeling
That won’t allow a moment to set in
Yet it counts, and though it’s off and on
I’m haunted by a cost bestowed upon
It’s like holding fickle smoke that’s heavy as hope
Are you in the sun-filled clouds
To retrieve this burying doubt?
I’m shipping off a letter of ink and tree
Departing to find the peace that I seek
Liberation lost, the flame and the rock
Trust in the afterthought that I’m finding the voice of Emily
And I write to you of the changing seasons
As if you’d came home late, hadn’t seen them
The grass fields raised higher now
And it covers the mountains strewn you once knew
We were laying warm over the damp ground
With a kind softness of the silence and the sounds
Will you be staying long, or realize where you belong?
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Ma and Pa
03:37
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I asked the sun where do you lay
Why do you hide from the milky way
And if the moon shows your rays
Then why don’t you touch everyday?
I asked my Ma about time and waves
She explained to me they’re one in the same
And though I’d thought that was hard to maintain
I see it all now in the colors and shapes
I asked my Pa about following plans
He held his heart like I grew into a man
He said what can you make with your own hands
Without a need for luster or demand?
I am only need of a mountain green
Of a stone rolling me towards the sea
And silence to hear them ring
With the eyes of a world that sings
My lover, too, she sees these things
Now that gospel ran through me like a thunder calling
And for years I’d been wandering and patiently stalling
My kin are a rambling and a learning while falling
And asking the same questions to their Ma and their Pa
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Whetherman Jacksonville, Florida
Nicholas Williams, also known as Whetherman, is a seasoned, bucolic folk artist mixing the likes of Ray Lamontagne or Van Morrison with all the poetic feels of Bob Dylan’s early recordings. The traveling troubadour is known for artfully bridging the gap between folk, blues, country, and soul with a timeless finish. ... more
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