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This episode of The Green Mountain Getaway was published 03/27/2026.
Welcome to another edition of the Green Mountain Getaway, the music podcast from the heart
of Vermont, focusing on Americana, both vintage and new.
This is new from a band called The Fugitives.
You can hold a stranger grip on the tide, who's been loved and left behind.
Lightning in a drum, a bucket or a plane, a way to keep the surge light guessing through the night.
There's thousands of troughs, starry eyes of rain, and keep them in a cloud and cover up.
Rolls and Jericho, you swallow all the rain, you see through a hundred moments in the sun.
Save your face, save your holding strength.
Last time, always at the loadout, till it's boarded up.
Stretch out to the next horizon, in a coffee cup.
You can feel the new day coming, you can feel it now and it's long and who's been left behind and low.
Lightning in a drum, a bucket or a plane, a way to keep the surge light guessing through the night.
There's thousands of troughs, starry eyes of rain, and keep them in a cloud and cover up.
Rolls and Jericho, you swallow all the rain, you see through a hundred moments in the sun.
Save your face, save your holding strength.
Lightning in a maze will look like fire, tell me how does the pain stay alive.
Lightning in a drum, a bucket or a plane, a way to keep the surge light guessing through the night.
There's thousands of troughs, starry eyes of rain, and keep them in a cloud and cover up.
Rolls and Jericho, you swallow all the rain, you see through a hundred moments in the sun.
Save your face, save your holding strength.
Save your face, save your holding strength.
You're telling me, darling, we can do it in style.
My imagination is driving me wild.
Cause the things that you're saying are cutting right through me.
But where did you sway it?
There's going to undo me and I'm so high.
You got me going that right, baby.
Lower me away.
So high.
You got me going that right, baby.
Lower me away.
Baby, you know you're looking good tonight.
I don't know what's wrong or what's right.
Cause you're shaking me up.
I'm lost in the feeling, taking me up.
Up to the ceiling and I'm so high.
You got me going that right, baby.
Lower me away.
So high.
You got me going that right, baby.
Lower me away.
Somewhere deep inside my mind, my motion's feeling right.
Baby, down and holding close.
Take me through the night.
Baby, yeah.
And if you're looking forward all night, man.
Baby, I'm doing the best I can.
Cause I'm taking my time, finding a way out of my mind
All I can say is I'm so hot
You got me moving, rock me baby
Move me away, so hot
You got me moving, rock me baby
Throw me away
Keep on rockin' me baby
Throw me away
You got me moving
I'm taking my time, rock me baby
Throw me away
You got me moving, rock me baby
Throw me away
You got me moving, rock me baby
Come on, let's get baby, oh we're away
You got me killin' baby, oh we're away
Come on, let's get baby, oh we're away
He's a Texas cow upon churn
Born and fed up at a room
Maybe raised in the grade white North
But, he's red, white and blue
Here I date, we treat saddle
And he swings along Rihanna
But to all the pretty little horses
He tries to get true
She likes thin catty cow horses
Ones that could cover some ground
16 hands is closer to heaven
If she has found
She likes a lot of hard
And a whole lot of dry
And to all the pretty little horses
She tries to get right
Cuck's skin's made
Aluminos and grapes
Old swayback horses
Hero of the day
He's a rolling of a cricket
On a California's faith
Spending a hole in the ground
On a horse that could be made
Plainest or a fill
You're a green snapple coat
And to all the pretty little horses
We try to stick away
Cuck's skin's made
Aluminos and grapes
Old swayback horses
Hero of the day
From the feet lots in Alberta
The high liomy sage
Sand hills of Nebraska
Highline mountain range
Fowles in the feather
To old light of hope
Press get every song
Now to the California's
Aluminos and grapes
Aluminos and grapes
California's singer
Songwriter by the name of Trinity
Sealy
In addition to her music
She works with horses
From the album Lessons I've Learned
Going back to 2024
A couple of years ago
Stay Gold Trinity Sealy
Dave Mason before that
New music from a Canadian project
Called The Fugitives
Starting off this edition
The Getaway
The song called Holy Strength
Here's a new one from the steel drivers
If my eyes were blind
Darkest night would never hold a mystery
If my eyes were blind
I hold your features fast within my memory
Within my mind
If my eyes were blind
Should my voice grow weak
Only you could hear the voice inside me
Should my voice grow weak
Whenever with the word would I be naughty
I would not speak
Should my voice grow weak
If my eyes were blind
I would not speak
If my eyes were blind
Should my mind grow deep
And innocent is all the day God made me
Should my mind grow deep
I'd love you like a child
A baby
I'd be gentle as a lamb
Should my mind grow deep
When my youth is gone
In my eyes
And shall remain a beauty
And when my youth is gone
In my ears
I'll hear you singing sweetly
The sweetest song
The sweetest song
When my youth is gone
When my body dies
Going on
I can never leave you lonely
My spirit shall arise
To comfort and to care for you only
To simplify
When my body dies
When my youth is gone
Should my mind grow deep
Should my voice grow weak
If my eyes were blind
You stand like a starter and then
Walk away from it now I know
I know, I know, I know
Your hands feel like a heart isn't so
You give up the ghost once more
I know, I know, I know, I know
And you say
You know what you want it to be
No, what do you want it to be
What were you thinking
Because I know
It'll never be what you need
It'll never be what you see
It's never enough to me
When this is your own design
It's never enough to me
When this is your own design
This land long discovered a glow
Has been stolen and given away
But I can't try to find you a home
When I know that you move away
I know, I know, I know, I know
And you say
You know what you want it to be
What do you want it to be
What were you thinking
Because I know
It'll never be what you need
It'll never be what you see
It's never enough to me
When this is your own design
It's never enough to me
When this is your own design
This land long discovered a glow
And you say
You know what you want it to be
Well, what do you want it to be
What were you thinking
Because I know
It'll never be what you need
It'll never be what you see
Because it's never enough to me
When this is your own design
It's never enough to me
When this is your own design
Because it's never enough to me
When this is your own design
To see another lifetime
One of toilet blood
When blackness was a virtue
It was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness
Reach a void of form
Come and you said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Suddenly I turned around
She was standing there
A silver bracelet on her wrist
Flowers in her head
She walked in me so gracefully
Took my crowd of thorns
Come in she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Come in she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Come in she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Come in she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Running in a foreign country
I'm bound across the land
Beauty walks the rees is edge
Someday I'll make it mine
If I could just turn back the clock
So when God and her were born
Come in she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm
Come in she said
The shelter from the storm
The Bob Dylan classic
Very nicely redone by one Gabriel Man
On the Greenmont Getaway that goes back
It's a couple of years
Boston area sing a songwriter Mary Amstaburg
From the album Little Steps
That came out right around the turn of the century
The song design
And if my eyes were blind
That's the last time we spoke
Here is, I would say, one of Robon's finest country music players
This song right here
I think there should be a big, big hit
Across the land
This is Robon's Tim Brick
On the Greenmont Getaway
Tied up and twisted
Wrap to run your finger
Dance in on the edge and tie us by the danger
It's a safe man's bet to leave you behind
Or pay the price just to let it ride
One step from falling
In love with you
My heart says wait but my body was to kick you with you
One step from falling
Tossing and turning all through the nighttime
The more I resist further down my slide
All the hours when they bring no relief
When my eyes won't see what my heart believes
One step from falling
In love with you
My heart says wait but my body was to kick you with you
One step from falling
Rounding in your flames of desire
Shaking down into the fire
One step from falling
One step from falling
In love with you
My heart says wait but my body was to kick you with you
One step from falling
In love with you
My heart says wait but my body was to kick you with you
One step from falling
Rounding in your flames of desire
When I get home from my job
I turn on my TV
But I can't keep my mind on the shoe
When I let out a night
Oh, I can't get no sleep
I turn on my radio
Looking on this side
I hear as you whispered in my ear
The words that you used to say
Now I'm out there all along
It's my love goes on
And the people it's used
I've got the fever for
I've got the fever for
I've got the fever
Nothing in a full walk in the evening
When it's got the fever for
I've got the fever for
I've got the fever for
Living still alone
I can remember coming home
I feel standing at the slope
With the things along the table
I'm ready to go
Oh, never on out to the moon
It's yours
Something that's a lie to see
Oh, there's another thing
Oh, there's my falling
And my moon and night
Think about you being
My feelings are right
They're going on now
As my love will stop
I've got the fever for
I've got the fever for
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
Nothing in a full walk in the evening
When it's got the fever for
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
Living still alone
I can remember coming home
I feel standing at the slope
With the things along the table
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I feel standing at the slope
With the things along the table
I'm ready to go
Oh, never on out to the moon
It's yours
Something that's a lie to see
Oh, there's another thing
Oh, there's my falling
And my moon and night
I think about you being
My feelings are right
They're going on now
Love will stop
It's not the only source
And I've got the fever for
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
Nothing in nothing I can do
When it's got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
Living still alone
Where
Should I lift this little boy
I feel
There ain't nothing I can do
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
I've got the fever
beside Johnny and the Amesbury Jooks, the fever and the getaway.
Everyone's Tim Brick before that, the tune one step from Falling from, I think, Vermont's
premier country musician, certainly one of them.
Here's some more new music for you on the getaway from the legendary Tony Trishka along
with Sierra Therrell.
I still miss someone, as my daughter leaves far falling, a cold while wind will come.
Sweet hearts walk by together, and I still miss someone, I go out on a party.
And I look for a little fun, but I find a dark and cornering, because I still miss someone.
Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see the memory with,
I miss the sounds I'd hear with me, when all the love was left.
I wonder if he's sorry, for leaving what we'd begun.
Here's some more for me, some with, and I still miss someone.
Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see them with,
I miss the sounds I'd hear with me, when all the love was left.
I wonder if he's sorry, for leaving what we'd begun.
Here's some more for me, some with, and I still miss someone.
I still miss someone.
Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see them with,
I miss the sounds I'd hear with me, when all the love was left.
I wonder if he's sorry, for leaving what we'd begun.
I wonder if he's sorry, for leaving what we'd begun.
Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see them with,
I miss the sounds I'd hear with me, when all the love was left.
I wonder if he's sorry, for leaving what we'd begun.
Oh, I never got over those blue eyes, I see them with,
I miss the sounds I'd hear with me, when all the love was left.
I know you're out there somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
I know you're out there somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
I know you're out there somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
River into the future, bridges into the past, million dollar casino, floating on a hut in red.
Good bottom land for the cotton, mansions up on the bluff.
We build the levees tall and strong, but you know it's never enough.
We thought it wouldn't last forever, but it's crumbling at our feet.
And all falls down to the river, the river falls down to the sea.
We build another history, we teach them very well about the drill and tears,
and all about the Lorraine Morton, and how you never judge someone by the color of their skin.
We've all got a little blood on our hands, but that's just a original sin.
Lay it on the apple, but it doesn't fall far from the tree.
You know falls down to the river, the river falls down to the sea.
We don't want to feel forgiveness, we don't want down our knees.
Have a little real, can I keep it with us?
Somebody please, somebody please.
We know the crops grow better, where the flood washes over the land.
And anyway, we're never going to hold it back, filling our bags of sand.
The sun has a brand of sunshine, and some of us seem not yet.
But out here in the pouring rain, everybody's going to get wet.
It's a blanket of snow in winter, but when the sun comes out of the spring,
it all falls down to the river, the river falls down to the sea.
It all falls down to the river, the river falls down.
It all falls down to the river.
She followed the moody blues and her new one from Sierra Ferrell
and the legendary Tony Trishka, called I Still Miss Someone.
This 138th edition of the Green Mountain Getaways being recorded on Friday,
the 27th day of March tomorrow is the third nationwide No Kings Valley taking place
and the center of the celebration or observances do well is in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Here is Bruce Springsteen with his tribute to the folks of Minneapolis and St. Paul.
Down to Galathe Avenue, a city of flame fought fire and ice,
teeth and occupiers boots, King Trump's private army from the DHS,
guns belted to their coast, came to Minneapolis to enforce the law,
or so their story goes, can smoke and rubber bullets in the dawn's early light.
Citizens stood for justice, their voices ringing through the night,
and there were bloody footprints where mercy should astute,
and two dead left to die on Snowfield Street.
I look pretty and pretty good.
For Minneapolis, I hear your voice singing through the bloody mist.
We'll take our stand for this land and the stranger in our midst.
Here in our home they killed and roamed in the murder of 26.
We'll remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.
Trump's federal thugs beat up on his face and his chest,
and we heard the gunshots, and Alex pretty lay in the snow dead.
Their claim was self-defensive, just don't believe your eyes.
It's our blood and bones and these whistles and forms against niller and norm 30 times.
For Minneapolis, I hear your voice trying through the bloody mist.
We'll remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.
Now they say they're here to uphold the law, but they trample on our rights.
If your skin is black or brown, my friend, you can be questioned or deported on sight.
In our chance of ice out now, our city's heart and soul persists.
Through broken glass and bloody tears on the streets of Minneapolis.
Oh, I'm in this I hear your voice singing through the bloody mist.
Here in our home they killed and wronged your murder of 26.
We would take a stand for this land and the stranger that I miss.
We'll remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.
We'll remember the names of those who died on the streets of Minneapolis.
Did you hear I'm talking about it on a radio?
Did you try to read the writing on the wall?
Did that voice inside just say I've heard it all before?
It's blind days of boot all over again.
Day by day, I hear the voice of rising starting with a whisper like it did before.
Day by day, we count the dead and dying.
Shipped the lookin' body's home while it never took its toll.
Did you hear I'm talking about it on a radio?
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall?
Did that voice inside just say I've heard it all before?
It's blind days of boot all over again.
One by one, I see the old ghost rising, stumbling across big money,
wherever I get to be.
Day by day, I hear the voice of rising starting with a whisper like it did before.
Day by day, I hear the voice of rising starting with a whisper like it did before.
Did you hear I'm talking about it on a radio?
Did you stop to read the writing on the wall?
Did that voice inside just say I've seen this all before?
It's blind days of boot all over again.
It's blind days of boot all over again.
Did you hear I'm talking about it on a radio?
The streets of Minneapolis, Bruce Springsteen, who's going to be performing in Minneapolis tomorrow,
during the Third No Kings Valley, nationwide No Kings Valley.
Got time for a couple of more in this first hour of The Getaway.
This is from Onts Both Air.
The All-A-Gods are clouding up my days.
The dead no crowds of cannons on my way.
The guy who sells scootoners is at my age.
No wonder that the kids don't come out to play.
For every test trip tries to prove Skies go red and the stars go blue.
And my light can't see the breakthrough.
Everything is creation and everyone is getting ready.
Hey, hey, everything is crazy, hey, everyone's gonna say
You are a threat to me, a good falling tear
They give you a bucket out of my sock of the tears
I can't believe what I just read
Again, again, again, again, yeah
We all lost our key to our own head
Every road trip has its views
And every map has its views
What the life is we stand up to today
Everything is crazy, hey, everyone's gonna say
Everything is crazy, hey, everyone's gonna say
Have you heard the news?
The whole world's gone better
The lady with a torch is under the weather
And I try to find a way to get a new road
All we can do is try, hope it gets better
There's a person in my head
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
I'm here to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than we'll know
Whoa, whoa, whoa, God bless you, please
Mrs. Robinson, heaven calls a place for us to pray
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know it too
And we'd like to know it too
But you're full of violence
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around as you want me to see our symphosphate device
Swirl around the ground until you feel it only
And here's to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa whoa whoa
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place my holds are free
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
How did it all hide the place where no one ever goes?
What if you're petrified with your cupcakes?
It's a little secret just around the sides of it.
In most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids, cook, cook, and chew.
This is Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, God bless you, please.
This is Robinson, never holds a place, more holds you free.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm sitting on a sofa, on a Sunday, I can't
You're going to the camp that needs debate
I'm about to shout about it when you've got to choose
Everywhere you look at it's you
Where are you going?
Joe, imagine you're one nation that's as lonely as you
What's that you say?
This is Robin's son
Joe, do Joe, has left him all the way
Simon and Garfunkel wrapping up our first hour
Today's edition of the Green Mountain Getaway
Another whole hour to come to start with on-core-on-core
Into the second hour of today's edition
of the Green Mountain Getaway starting as always with on-core-on-core
Two versions of the same song
And here from the so-called last record album
Our Little Feet
Can't be round this kind of circle
All that you dream comes to shine
It's silver lining and clouds
Clouds change the scene
Rain starts to wash
And all of this costs her into your life
Stopping real high as you want us to go
What else can you do?
Just follow the rules
When you keep your eyes on the road
That's ahead of you
I've been down
But I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
I've been down
But I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
And here from the so-called last record
That's ahead of you
All of the good, good times for us
In the land of milk and honey
Time, time, time, time for scars
The rain in this return to a sunny one
Living a life, living a life, loving everyone
I've been down, but I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
Little feet on the green mountain get away
Encore, Encore, here are Mike Finnegan, Steve Stills and Chris Stills
I've been down
But I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
And here from the so-called last record
That's ahead of you
I've been down, but I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
And here from the so-called last record
That's ahead of you
I've been down, but I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
And here from the so-called last record
That's ahead of you
All of the good, good times for us
In the land of milk and honey
Time, time, time for scars
We need days they turn into sunny ones
Living a life, living a life, loving everyone
I've been down, but I like this both
Can't be round this kind of circle
And here from the so-called last record
That's ahead of you
I've been down, but I like this both
All that you dream is little feet classic
Covered by a keyboard is Mike Finnegan
Along with Steve Stills and Chris Stills, the son of Steve
Mike Finnegan was a keyboard player and vocalist
Especially being the B3 Hammond Orchestra
Highly regarded and along and very successful career
Working with musicians in a variety of genres, pop rock blues
And jazz and that selection there
From a brand new, posthumously released collection of Mike Finnegan
Mike Finnegan, Steve and Chris Stills
Covering little feet for today's edition of Encore, Encore
Launching the second hour of this 138th edition of the Green Mountain Genoa
Is an old English folk band called Equation
Boy, it's girl, girl meets my boy
Sounds like a story for you to paint
And it starts the wheel turning again
Boys with girl, sweet talking girl
Battles the lost on days like these
So lay down your arms for me
Where's many of that happy?
Twice is getting crying
So feel it really fine
So many of us have to buy this
Stranger love
Stranger love
Boy, it loves the girl
Girl, she doesn't care
She can't take this seriously
It's love, she doesn't share
Boy, it's girl
I can't explain
My love is dying
I'm tired of trying
And I want you to want to play
But where's many of that happy?
Twice is getting crying
So feel it really fine
So many of us have to buy this
Stranger love
Stranger love
Boy, it's girl, girl meets my boy
One more story for you to paint
And it starts the wheel turning again
Boys, many of that happy?
Twice is getting crying
So feel it really fine
So many of us have to buy this
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Stranger love
Don't you ever give up on love
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or get caught in the rain
Or when you're spending your last five bucks
We've all seen times that are tough
No matter how down you are on your love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
I know cause it happened to me
When my old sweetheart set me free
I thought it was the end I'd never smile again
It just wasn't meant to be
When the hand of fake clothes is a door
But other one opens for sure
Now I'm thankful each day
I did not get my way
Don't you ever give up on love
Don't you ever give up on love
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or get caught in the rain
Or when you're spending your last five bucks
We've all seen times that are tough
No matter how down you are on your love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or get caught in the rain
Or when you're spending your last five bucks
We've all seen times that are tough
No matter how down you are on your love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or get caught in the rain
Or when you're spending your last five bucks
We've all seen times that are tough
No matter how down you are on your love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or get caught in the rain
Or when you're spending your last five bucks
We've all seen times that are tough
No matter how down you are on your love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
Don't you ever give up on love
Believe me, it's true love
Believe me, it's true love's coming for you
You never know when it might show up
Like when you missed your last train
Or when you missed your last train
Or when you missed your last train
Or when you missed your last train
My water from the kiln, my water's gone to free.
My water's gone to free.
Blue's in Chicago, round and round,
I'll be a slave.
My water from the kiln, my water's gone to free.
Blue's in Chicago, round and round,
I'll be a slave.
Let's go get a hotline.
Luz and Americana legend, Taj Mahal, do I love her?
On the Green Mountain getaway, country music is burning late just before that, from her
latest, don't you ever give up on love and a folk trio, no longer together, and they
were back in the day from the UK equation, a song called Strange Love.
I don't know, this is Strange Love, but it's new.
The country musician, Rusty Geer, is stepping up to the microphone right now, with his new
song, Bateshop Lady, on the getaway.
I see her down at the Bateshop when I deliver, she does a job and I do mine, who makes small
talk about the fishing and the weather, before I move on down the line, she sells her
crawlers for two dollars, she doesn't mind the worms, and I can't wait to see the Bateshop
Lady next week when I return, truth is I hardly know her, and still she lingers on my mind,
she's a first class distraction, and now I'm looking for a sign,
hold on now, the warning lights are blinking, I wonder if she knows what I've been thinking,
you want to know if she's good looking, we can take that to the bank, someday she smells
like gas, she's on the dock, filling up the tanks, when we talk she keeps it light,
she never shows all her cards, and I can't come on too strong, take your time, I don't
want to try too hard, truth is I hardly know her, and still she lingers on my mind,
she's a first class distraction, and now I'm looking for a sign, hold on now, the warning
lights are blinking, I wonder if she knows what I've been thinking,
now the Bateshop Lady can't read me like a book, we're just one look and the wink of an eye,
she set the hook, the link is shining in the moonlight, as she closes up the store,
maybe tonight the Bateshop Lady will open up and share a little more, she homes a song to herself,
her pretty voice comes to me soft and low, could be this lady, there's got some secrets that
I don't need to know, truth is I hardly know her, and still she lingers on my mind, she's a first
class distraction, and now I'm looking for a sign, hold on now, the warning lights are blinking,
I wonder if she knows what I've been thinking, because I wonder if she knows what I've been
crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely, I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so lonely,
I know you'd love me as long as you want me, I'm even someday, you'd leave me for somebody new,
to worry, why did I let myself worry, wondering what in the world did I do,
crazy for thinking that my love could hold you,
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying and I'm crazy for loving you,
crazy for thinking that my love could hold you,
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying and I'm crazy for loving you
her legend lies on a patty coin and the Jordanaires on the Green Mountain get away, and they
followed Rusty Gear, from the Green Mountains, Adam and the Orchards.
Oh yeah, you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain, is it you,
you put your arms in, you put your arms around my neck, yeah,
all the time, maybe I'll be right, the love is the chains out of the sun,
to think that you forgot about my love, to think that you forgot about my love,
to think that I almost let you go, to think that there was a time when we did not know,
love is the chain, is it you, love is the chain, is it you,
you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain, is it you,
love is the chain, is it you, love is the chain, is it you,
you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain, is it you,
you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain, is it you,
you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain,
is it you, you better love, maybe I'll be the key, love is the chain,
come on around my face, come on around my face, would you?
I'm on the ride, I'm on the street, I'm on the road
Gotta love my mind, I'll take a ride
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
I'm on the road, I'm on the street, I'm on the road
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Come on and ride, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, because I'm on the way
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
Grimm of dreams I've had, I feel alive
You and me, don't know, don't know, it's right
And then I'm by my way, I'm by my way
But reality, I'm by my way
Motion, motion, motion, motion, motion
Motion, motion, motion, motion, motion
Motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion
Motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion
I don't like to take my mind with so much time
Using up the ground, nothing like a getting down
Motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion, motion
We're standing by the river, but the water doesn't flow.
It boils with every poison you can think of.
And I'm underneath the street light, but the light of joy I know
is kept beyond belief, way down in the shadows.
And the perverted fear of violence chokes the smile on every face.
The common sense is ringing out there.
This ain't no technological breakdown.
Oh no, this is the road to hell.
Oh no, this ain't no technological breakdown.
Oh no, this ain't no technological breakdown.
Oh no, this ain't no technological breakdown.
And on the roads cam up with credit.
And on the roads cam up with credit.
And there's nothing you can do.
This is all just bits of paper, fly away from you.
Oh look how well take a good look, what goes down here.
You must learn this lesson fast, learn it well.
This ain't no technological breakdown, three ways.
Oh no, this is the road, this is the road, this is the road to hell.
And on the roads cam up with credit.
And on the roads cam up with credit.
And on the roads cam up with credit.
It is one of his signature songs, Chris Rea, on the Green Nut Getaway in the Road to Hell.
It was Robert Bradley's Blackwater surprise before that right my wave and Brabant's
Adam and the Orbits back there as well.
Here's a new one from Forest Sun.
You don't get that far, jumping from stone to stone.
Trying to stay out of the river, hoping to make it hard.
Some fine day, you won't work so hard.
Some fine day, we'll know who we are.
We're made of stars, we're made of stars.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I step up for the stages, we'll play a long way.
Some fine day, we won't work so hard.
Some fine day, we'll know who we are.
We're made of stars, we're made of stars.
We're made of stars, we're made of stars.
We're made of stars.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
Forever, never, evergreen.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.
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I sing for what does not change.
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