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Home
05:40
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It’s been so long since I had the words enough to say, but time come
Waited so long taking my time, time a day. I didn’t see you coming
Traveled all ‘round, walked these hills, crossed the seas
but I’m coming home. Lonely road now, traffic lights turning green
I’m coming home
Ship come take me home. This ship will take me home
Ease my mind and sorrow
Stop and stare. Weary eyes, I’m begging please just take me home
Breathe the fresh air, the red earth caress the trees
Now I’m home
Standing there, eyes wide, the deepest green. It’s been so long
Take my hand, tell you that I’ll never leave
Now I’m in love
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Ghosts
03:47
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Night is cold, lights turn red up ahead
Close my eyes, rest my head, feels like lead
Lights go out in my home, so alone
Can’t stay still in my own flesh and bone
In my head the ghosts of days gone by
On my mind the things I can’t take back this time
Ghosts of mine
Restless nights, darkest days, is it a phase
I can’t get out of my way, what to say
Take my hand, hold on tight through the night
You’re my sun, you’re my light, I’ll be alright
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Broke Bottle Blues
05:12
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Wake up and quarter to five, I’ve got mud on my shoes
Lay down in the gutter with my broke bottle blues
Then I get up in ‘morning with the sun on my back
I think about you darling and I come crawling back
I’m shouting out your name in the dark when I got some
Broke bottle
Screaming it out ‘cos I just can’t stand
Broke bottle blues
The dogs come running when I’m all alone
They’ve been sniffing me out since I’ve been gone
Lay awake at night just staring into the sky
I take another swig and I wonder am I living a lie
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Wild Horse
04:39
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Tell me the story about the cowboy, she said
The one where you rescued me
We’d pretend that we were in the desert back then
An outlaw and the girl of his dreams
I rode off in the day, tried to beat the sunlight
Making my way to you
I traveled all the way through the night
That’s how the story goes
Shots rang out over the hillside
This path ain’t kind to guys like me
I reached out my hand and she held on tight
Far away we’re soon to be
She leaned in close, whispered in my ear
Are you a heathen or a saint
I said don’t mind my ragged clothes,
these tattoos on my arms
A bad man I surely ain’t
I wish I was a cowboy
Riding on my horse out on the plains
You could tame my heart just like
a wild horse, she said
At night I’d sing this song for you Miss Jane
Her father was a preacher from the countryside
Cowboys are no good, he said
I told her that I’d stop all my rambling ways
Before I wind up dead
She said I will never leave, I’ll be by your side
I don’t care what they say
She sat with me by the campfire light
And listened to this song I play
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Just Another Day
03:41
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Last night I had a dream, feels so long ago, a distant memory
What happened over time, didn’t seem to care, outside the line
Mother and father raised me to never tell a lie, be who you want to be
Sister taught me something, stay true to yourself despite everything
It’s just another day walking through the crowd, mind so far away
It’s just another day staring at the clouds, it’s better this way
Now that I’m older, open up the door, it feels colder
Sitting on the ground, back to the sun, I don’t feel so down
Do I care too much when I feel the stares or somebody’s touch
Don’t pull on my strings, I can do it myself, it’s just the little things
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Reflection
02:57
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Waiting for the sun to rise today
Couldn’t get much colder
Sitting on the bed thinking of the ways
I could be better
Put on a smile to face the day
But it flows deeper
Trying to think of what I should say
Put it in a letter
It’s a beautiful day, doesn’t matter anyway
I think about my youth and all my history
Should I be stronger
Is this how it goes, how life’s meant to be
Did I do it right
Close my eyes but I can’t fall asleep
Because I’m far away
Growing up I was told that I’m shy and weak
But it made me stronger
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Desert Sun
06:06
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Dirt filled lungs, suffocating in the heat
Sun beats down, shadows longer in the eve
And I know it’s getting late
So tired now, the cool breeze on my skin
Come so far, where I go and where I’ve been
And I know it’s getting late
Endless skies hold on to rain
Red earth dries over the plain
I’m holding on
Desert sun
Mother Earth, between the land and the sea
Far away, no one here except for me
And I know it’s getting late
Struggle to find hope, blatant thievery
Truth defines us, words will never come to be
And I know it’s getting late
Tell me something that I’ll never understand
Give us something, the change our children demand
We all know it’s getting late
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Surface
04:33
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So long friend, this is the end
Leave me behind, out of mind
Take your things, that life brings
Let me go, because life ain’t slow
Walk into the water in the spring
Keep my mind off everything
The world behind me gets so loud
Beneath the surface not a sound
Pull me in, thick my skin
We’ve grown old, don’t take hold
So long friend, this is the end
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L.R. Marsh Brisbane, Australia
L.R. Marsh captures the heart and soul of early 20th century delta blues and delivers it through raw slide guitar work on a classic steel resonator and cigar box guitar, directly into the 21st century by way of multiple guitar amps, earth-shaking guitar tones, and thundering foot drum grooves. ... more
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