1. |
Where Moonlight Resides
02:55
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I go into the night
Where the moon shines white on the roof
I know where moonlight resides
Trapped in a waterfall that sparkles bright
By a lone bench of stone that's far out of sight
Alone November night
I found a place to write myself away
And the ambient light
Reflects upon the lake
And the birds have settled down into the quiet
But what of myself
Do I have to blot out
To make me care much more for another's life
I know I can be so self absorbed
Be the center of my orbit all the time
Don't withhold your love from me
Don't let me disappear from history
Stay by the waterfall with the crickets and me
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2. |
Dreams Unrealized
02:56
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Somehow life became about
All the things I don't want to do
And I don't recognize
Myself in pictures anymore
Takes a long time to heal
Angry feelings don't vanish overnight
Better stop thinking about it
Be with people who understand
That dreams unrealized
Are buried with bodies
Deep in their graves
I want to be in a place
Where I know just what I'm doing
My wheelbarrow is already full
Don't try to put more stuff in it
And dreams unrealized
Are buried with bodies
Deep in their graves
I try to let it go
Like an unheard whisper flying out the car window
Something inside won't let me be
Let me find fulfillment and serenity
I try to let it go
By playing guitar
Getting lost in a picture show
Point me in a gentle clear direction
Lift up my dead weight in resurrection
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3. |
House Upon The Hill
05:07
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Rocking back and forth
The swing over the green
Astroturfed porch
Thinking about riding a wheelchair down the hill
Bannistered second floor
Of a great white house upon the hill
An old black sewing machine
Used to sew white cotton gowns
Of younger sisters before I was born
Familiar hum of the furnace
In the still of the dining hall
We ate at a long table
We celebrated birthdays
Great Aunt do you have a stick of Big Red?
When I lay down at night
A picture of a boy on the wall
His arm resting on his forehead
Laying down under stars
At night in blue overalls
I heard the train whistle blow
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4. |
White Butterfly
02:45
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There is nothing good in me
When I live apart from you
I struggle to remember you
Instead of giving in
I wander on a ghost of myself
Aimlessly through my time
But a white butterfly has come to rest
On my shoulder to comfort my mind
I need the solitude
I need to feel the touch of these strings
I want to be able to be alone
Without being lonely
A distant voice calls out for me
I have not the strength left to fly
But a white butterfly has come to rest
On my shoulder to comfort my mind
Take me away from the cynical
Restore the strength of my wings
And breathe your breath into my mouth
Fill up this hollowness
Hollowness
In me
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5. |
I Tried To Be Holy
01:56
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6. |
Growin' Old
04:11
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In a coffin
I scratch my way out
My bare feet walk upon
Light mossy ground
And my reflection
In a pond of water
Tells me that time
Was never on my side
I don't mind
Growin' old
All the trees
Have watched me grow
And they'll see me
When I go from this earth
When death's dark face appears
Old things are reborn
In our memories
Every day when I wake
The puzzle has changed
Has changed
If my hair is turnin' grey
There's a fountain
In the middle of the lake
A yellow school bus
Can drive me home
Where I can see your bright smilin' face
Old thing are reborn
In our memories
Every day when I wake
The puzzle has changed
And I'll be absorbed
Into the landscape of trees
Burnt orange, red, yellow, and green
Burnt orange, red, yellow, and green
And I
Will be absorbed into the landscape
I
Will be sitting around Halloween
I
Will be a step upon your staircase
I
Will be absorbed into the landscape
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7. |
Buster Keaton
03:09
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Cane, jacket, short tie and suspenders
Topped with a flat white hat
Directing multiple minstrels of himself
The star in The Playhouse
The girl who would not see him
He saved in enemy uniform
Didn't make the jump from the rooftop to the building
Hospital for three days
Chasing down The General runaway train
In the middle of The Civil War
In the locomotive window
He stood with a pale, stoic gaze
Ladders flipped like see-saws
His body limp like a rag doll
But he knew how
To take a fall
Like a cartoon character
Defying gravity's law
Riding in a wagon of stolen furniture
Proud in the middle of the parade
Actor, director, stunt man, comedian
The camera kept rolling on
The camera kept rolling on
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8. |
City
02:51
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Wake up to the sound of compactor beats
Deep in the busy downtown streets
The sun is arising over the clouds
Hear the same old voice on radio
Hush so sweet
Library books on the shelf
And I can't be
Everywhere
All the time
The churches are standing tall and proud
The steeple's copper green majesty
And I walk along the sidewalk
But I am so
Far away
From the eighteenth floor
I watch the rain
Shooting down
And I can't be
Everything
To you all
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9. |
Counting The Days
03:31
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Blinds cannot stop
Light from passing through
Counting the days
You breathe life into
On the windshield of the car
I'm scraping off the ice
On the cold morning bridge
The same passers-by
Feelings have failed
Conversations died
All that goes wrong
Between you and I
Once in your life
Things aren't what they seem
Once in your life
You dream big dreams
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10. |
Dr. Goldman
04:26
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He kept the room dimly lit and comfortable
I used to lay down on the grey couch
Sometimes I'd start out not saying much
Make him pull thoughts out of me
My mistakes and my pain
But when I finished talkin'
He told me things I didn't know
Like holding up a mirror
To show me myself
Consider the weight
Of the actions you take
Keep lookin' for someone
When I felt frustrated with therapy
I wanted the change to come so much faster
To feel so much better
But change can take a lifetime
Your mind's locked on moving targets
Just look inside the mirror
How they fade away
A shrunken toy brain
A reason to stay
Keep sendin' those resumes
I found out the other day that he died
It took me by surprise
That he went away
I saw his picture and write-up
The darkness under his eyes
I don't know he died at 58
Black clock hands that crawl
A soft-spoken voice
We're about out of time
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11. |
Majestic
02:21
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Andy Vought Harrisonburg, Virginia
Andy Vought is a Singer-Songwriter from Norfolk, Virginia. He writes original songs, plays all of the instruments (except
drums) on his albums, and is self-produced.
In 2021, Andy moved to Harrisonburg, Virginia. He is excited about his latest offering which will be a new album in 2022.
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Andy Vought recommends:
A Beginner's Mind
by Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine
This is a great collaboration album between Sufjan Stevens and Angelo De Augustine, recalling some of the more classic folk sounds of Sufjan's earlier efforts.
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God's Favorite Customer
by FATHER JOHN MISTY
It's probably no great surprise that I would be a fan of Father John Misty, and this album just shows how prolific he can be after having already produced a string of great albums before this one.
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They say music is its own reward, and this album exemplifies that adage. By simply listening to the album, one is richly rewarded.
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