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The Duluth Grill
06:01
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Duluth Grill
And I wonder if you’re his girl from the North Country
you sad-eyed lady
needing a coat to keep you warm from the
howlin’ winds
I’d just driven down from Hibbing
humming his songs
an icy chill off the still frozen lake
and stepped into your store
I notice your long curls hanging down
he said to say hello
and I want to put this coat around your shoulders
like he asked me too.
And I wonder if you're his girl from the North Country...
Driving these hills of the Iron Range,
must’ve been a booming place
all the iron ore to win the World War
you can see that hole from outer space
(slow down) If you were his true love
Why did he leave you?
And I wonder if you’re his girl from the North Country...
Will you come meet me
You’ll find me in the Duluth Grill
I’m the sad eyed traveller chilled to the bone
hoping for a hand to hold
I only wish I had a true love like you
(slow down) I’d never leave
(slow) I’d see for myself your long-hair hanging down
and wrap you in my coat
And I wonder if you're his girl from the North Country...
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Jump Right In
03:54
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Jump Right In
There’s something here beneath the surface
Something pulling me in
There's something here that I’m not seeing
I’m wondering where to begin
Jump right in with both feet under
Trust yourself with love
Jump right in there’s a world of wonder
In all that we can’t know
It’s more than a moment more than a glance
More than either of us know
It’s all lined up before our eyes
There’s nowhere else we can go
Jump right in...
When the door closes in your face
You can pound your fist raw
Or turn your back put it behind you
Your whole world opens up
Jump right in...
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Hoping You'll Dance
03:43
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Hoping You’ll Dance
I watch the light as the sun goes below
as Spring she slips in the door
She’s shy as she dances her awkward steps
while winter he takes the lead
Soon her confidence grows
She twirls her flowers and rain
Now she’s out on the floor calling your name
Hoping you’ll dance with her too
They met on the dance floor in old Mumbai
They waltzed in Germany too
Did the Swing on floors in Nigeria
All the way to Canada
I watched from the sideline in wonder
Their feet seemed to float in the air
Now she’s out on the floor calling his name
Hoping he’ll dance with her too
I’m out here alone on this dirty dance floor
sweeping up after the show
The scuff marks remain from the dreams they laid down
Their promise can never be broke
I’m hoping you’ll find me here
in the light of the spring time moon
Now I’m on the floor calling your name
Hoping you’ll dance with me too.
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Electric Fence
03:20
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Electric Fence
Your love zaps me like an electric fence
I’m jolted nose to toes when I get too close to you
Are we here for a reason, or a sea-son?
Or are we in for life it just makes sense
We walked in the grass you and I
The sun rose with flowers in your hair
Beyond the place for right and wrong
There is a field I’ll met you there
The parrots of heaven will crack sugar
when we laugh you and I
I read you Neruda’s words of love,
you read me, your shopping list,
and walking under moonlight, stunning stars
I recited Rumi in your ear
and you recited Doctor Seuss
That’s how it goes! The Lorax knows!
Your love zaps me like an electric fence
I’m jolted nose to toes when I get too close to you
Are we here for a reason, or a sea-son?
Or are we in for life it just makes sense
We walked in the grass you and I
The sun rose with flowers in your hair
Beyond the place for right and wrong
There is a field I’ll met you there
Your love zaps me like an electric fence...
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The Truth’s Not the Truth When It Lies
You’re on the platform
waiting for that train
to take you back to where you came from
That whistle’s a-calling calling your name
That train’s howl it clutches my soul
It pulls me to sleep and stirs me at dawn
Like coyote holler, like rain pouring down
These are things that keep me up at night
This is where I’ll meet you
A tunnel’s not a tunnel unless it takes you some place
A bird’s not a bird ‘til it flies.
Words are only spoken when there’s breath in your lungs
The truth’s not the truth when it lies
The truth’s not the truth when it lies
Beauty’s a witness beyond what we know
every blade in the field, every leaf of the tree
we stand and we fail, we sing and we fall
Time, tells, all
A tunnel’s not a tunnel...
Clock tower and water reservoir
Steeples, antennae they race to the sky
Holding the place between earth and up high
This whistle’s a ghost, this train’s a memory
These tracks are all I can see
A tunnel’s not a tunnel...
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6. |
Walking In the Desert
03:34
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Walking in the Desert
We walk but don't talk yet you hear what I say
Walk but don’t talk yet you know how I feel
Full moon lifting exposes our track
Step though the dark til you start to come back
Walking in the desert all night long
Walking in the desert all day long
Walking in the desert
Walking
Canyon red, desert brown is all that we see
Shouts a great silence that we never hear
Moon light, soul spark a bright burning flame
Open the wild place so you find your name
Walking in the desert all night long...
Time left behind, we’re all that we have
Lost yet we’re found like a bird in the hand
Holding our light, in the night shadow’s glow
Lifting the sun to this great cosmic flow
Walking in the desert all night long...
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Brian Braganza Auburndale, Nova Scotia
Brian Braganza is a music maker, a dreamer of dreams, a mover and shaker. He lives in a straw bale house in rural Nova Scotia.
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