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My Heart Aches
04:07
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We marched 50 years and 500 miles
From a Mississippi bridge to a Ferguson trial
Stepping over bodies of other mothers' sons
Singing how someday, "We shall overcome."
My heart aches, my heart aches
We marched 50 years and so many miles
With folded hands and complacent smiles
Condemned a generation to circumstance
And all we were saying was "Give peace a chance."
My heart aches, My heart aches
We marched 50 years and countless miles
Ignoring the signs with our own denials
Waiting for some others to take a stance
And "Hammer out justice all over this land."
My heart aches, my heart aches
For the children locked in cages, far away where no one sees
For the helpless and the hopless, and the homeless refugees
My heart aches, my heart aches
For the voices who've been silenced, at the mercy of our greed
For the prisoners of conscience who speak out for those in need
My heart aches, my heart aches
For the victims of the hatred, they are lying there on the ground
In the churches and the schoolyards, from the shots that took them down
My heart aches, my heart aches
For the claims made on out bodies, and who we can and can't embrace
For the children of tomorrow, and the world they have to face
My heart aches, my heart aches
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Give Me Shelter
04:17
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Rains came pouring down
Water rose all around
Washed away in the raging flood
We're left with fields of mud
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
I set off down that lonesome road
Carrying a heavy load
Past fields of mud and stone
Nothing left to call home
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
Walking down that muddy road
So lost and so alone
Came upon an orphan child
Thrown to the wind and wild
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
In his eyes I saw mine
looking at me from another time
I too was without a home
Scared, lost and all alone
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
I had to get us to dryer land
He wouldn't take my hand
But he followed without a sound
HIs gze fixed on the ground
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
Then we reached the end of the line
His scared eyes, they met mine
:Child why do you doubt?"
Reach your hand out
Past fields of blood and stone
We found a place to call home
Give me shelter, shelter from the storm
Give us shelter, shelter from the storm
Give us shelter
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The New American Way
04:04
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Seventeen souls were lost today
Gunned down in another's rage and pain
Here we stand, nothing new to say
Seems like the new American way
Seems like the new American way
Seems like the new American way
And I can't shed one more tear
Don't understand what's going on here
Sun sets on another blood-stained day
And if I raise my voice up tonight
Will you tell me the time's still not right
And all we can do is hope and pray
Here we are again playing the fool
Pretending there's nothing more you can do
Just lock the kids behind barricades
We're stuck in a story with no end
Another day more and more shot dead
We don't have to through up our hands and say
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4. |
This Time Around
03:39
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I can't let you back in my heart this time around
I can't let you back in my heart this time around
Well I don't want to let you go, but I can't take another let down
You say that you love me but I know it won't last
You say that you love me but I know it won't last
If I take you back in it's a trip down a lonely path
We once had a love that I thought would stand the test of time
We once had a love that I thought would stand the test of time
I don't know what went wrong, but I'll see you down the line
Well I can't let you have my heart once again
I can't let you have my heart once again.
Just to see you out and about with all your other men
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The Dark Before the Dawn
04:36
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There are times when I can't find
My way back home, and I wander all alone
And there are times when I can't find
A place in my heart, for you and your part
In the dark before the dawn, When hopes are gone
And I need a place to hide, deep down inside
The dark before the dawn, when hopes are gone
And times begin to crawl, in the dark before the dawn
In the dark before the dawn
Here we are my love, trying to be a part of
The love we can give, so we can live
Here we are my love, trying to be a part of
What we need ot lean on, so we can get beyond
When we find, our love can be the guide
To hidden pathways, for more hopeful days
And when we find, our love can be the guide
When fears again swell, and we find ourselves
In the dark before the dawn, When hopes are gone
And I need a place to hide, deep down inside
The dark before the dawn, when hopes are gone
And times begin to crawl, in the dark before the dawn
In the dark before the dawn
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Monuments and Tombstones
04:13
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When i turned 18, I heard the Devil laugh
In a clanking elevator down a coal mine shaft
My family gives its men to mining this coal
Fire in this rock fed a nation's soul
When I was a boy the mine put grandpa in a grave
Now my fingers trace his name on a smooth rock face
Dad's retired now, left behind and forgotten
He's got his bourbon and a hit of oxygen
There's only one way this story ends, everyone dies alone
Name etched on a monument or on a tombstone
There's only one way this story ends, everyone dies alone
Name etched on a monument or on a tombstone
Now I'm forty and coughing up pieces of my lung
Frm breathing silica, blackdamp, and dust
That devil down below always wins in the end
If I could, I'd do it again
And now my son digs the last of the coal
A man 'round here must choose to stay or to go
This coal runs in our blood, these hills are in our bones
We still believe in the American dream
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Threads
05:14
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She gazes out to sea, trapped in her grief
Wind and waves sing a mournful melody
Connected by threads across this ocean
She tries to break free but is drawn back again
Salty mist stings her eyes and hides her tears
Wet sand holds her feet as she faces her worst fears
She knows that to live, she has to let him go
She doesn't know how to live life alone
Peace in her heart is so hard to find
Now that she's been left behind
At times she wants to pick up and go and go and go
And find a new place to call home
Where no one knows her face and she can be free
To hide deep down inside her grief
Peace in her heart is so hard to find
Now that she's been left behind
The waves rush in and around her feet
And tries to pull her out into the dark and deep
She leans hard into the eaves and the wind
The threads break and she can live again
Peace in her heart is so hard to find
Now that she's been left behind
Peace in her heart is so hard to see
'Til the threads of grief set her free
Now standing free, face into the wind
Salty mist is like his kisses on her skin
She keeps ahold of threads to happy memories
AShe lets the rest sink into the sea
Peace in her heart is so hard to find
NOw that she's been left behind
Peace in her heart is so hard to see
Until she breaks from the threads of grief
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A Dream of Life
04:08
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Father and child
Drowned in the river wild
Imagining how warmth feels
Their dream of life coming real
Id they are real
This dream of life
This dream of life
Only a man
His whole world in his hands
Shadows of night can't conceal
A dream of life coming real
If they are real
This dream of life
This dream of life
Their voices call me out tonight
They shine a light
And our darknesses are revealed
This dream of life
Their voices call me out tonight
And our darknesses are revealed
This dream of life coming real
Our dream of life
This dream of life
Wand'ring family
Trying to escape brutality
Met with a cold wall of steel
Their dream of life coming real
If they are real
This dream of life
This dream of life
Lost in the flood
Family is blood on blood
Every soul wants to be healed
Their dream of life coming real
If they are real
This dream of life
This dream of life
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Some days that old sun just won't shine
I feel so lost in this world unkind
I tip my head back and close my eyes
And think of you so sweet baby I could cry
Other days it rains and rains some more
I walk around bumping into closed doors
I travel back in time where we met you and I
And find you so sweet baby I could cry
Evenings just get colder and colder
And my old bones feel older and older
Like I'm just waiting here to die
Unless I got you so sweet baby I could cry
Those nights can get so dark and long
All I got left are these same sad songs
And that old moon can't seem to rise
But you take my hand so sweet baby I could cry
Morning comes and brings the bright summer sun
I want to get up and run, run, run
But you lift me up so I can fly
Back to a home so sweet baby I could cry
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Ghosts of Rock Creek
04:41
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The preacher stands alone on the land
Sins washed away by the blood of the lamb
Terrified by what has become
And all that he has left undone
Bones don't make the man or the soul
Bones don't make the man or the soul
Deep in the ground lies his long lost brother
Finally at rest, going to see his mother
The blanket of dirt is wet and cold
Left with only memories to hold
Walking with ghosts to Rock Creek
Souls of my brothers I seek
So many years have gone by
Since their blood has dried
And in the ground below
We left their bones and souls
He reaches to the sky and the rains pur down
Like the blood from His thorny crown
And in his heart truth be told
Only so much grief a man can hold
Angry tears leave stains down his face
So it is with all the human race
No one deserves forgivenes brother
That is the beauty of grace
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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh, hard times come again no more
While we toast and drink and dance the night away
There re frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times come again no more
'Tis a song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times come again no more
There's a poor migrant worker who toils her life away
Who was born into poverty and war
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh, hard times, come again no more
'Tis a sigh that is wafted from a child's cage
"tis a wail that should shake us to our core
'Tis a dirge that is murmured instead of songs of rage
Oh, hard times, come again no more
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Tim Goodwin Northfield, Minnesota
Tim Goodwin is a singer/songwriter from Northfield, MN. His musical roots are in folk and Americana. Singing about love, loss, and people from all walks of life, Tim's baritone voice communicates how he sees the world.
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