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The Green Mountain Getaway - 03/27/2026

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About this Episode

This episode of The Green Mountain Getaway was published 03/27/2026.

Hosts & Guests

The Green Mountain Getaway

Host

John Smith

Host

Jane Doe

Guest

Transcript

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.

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

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

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

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

Nothing in a full walk in the evening

When it's 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

Nothing in a full walk in the evening

When it's got the fever for

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 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

Nothing in nothing I can do

When it's 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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

Come on and ride, 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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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 what does not change.

I sing for the changes, I sing for what does not change.

I sing for what does not change.

The Green Mountain Getaway - 03/27/2026

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