Walkin' the line between faith and fear

Well my friend, I see your face so clearly
Little bit tired, little worn through the years
You sound nervous, you seem alone
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone

In between I remember
Just before we wound up broken-down
We drive out to the edge of the highway
Follow that lonesome dead-end road sign south

We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears

Come my friend, let's put this thing together
And walk the path our worn out feet have trod
If you want, we could go on forever
Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God

We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears

All we are is a picture in a mirror
Fancy shoes to grace our feet
All there is is a slow road to freedom
Heaven above and the devil beneath

We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears

—Old Crow Medicine Show / We're All In This Together

Remember when our songs where just like prayers? Like gospel hymns that you called in the air.

Remember when our songs where just like prayers?
Like gospel hymns that you called in the air.
Come down come down sweet reverance,
unto my simple house and ring . . . and ring.

Ring like silver, ring like gold
Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio
Ring like clear day wedding bells
Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell . . . we’ll never tell.

Come to me clear and cold on some sea
Watch the world spinning waves . . . like some machine

Now I’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell
I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell
Now I’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table
Well and sang and drank, and passed in the stable.

That tall grass grows high and brown,
well i dragged you straight in the muddy ground
And you sent me back to where I roam
Well I cursed and I cried, but now I know . . . now I know

And I ran back to that hollow again
The moon was just a sliver back then
And I ached for my hear like some tin man
when it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang . . . its ringing

Ring like crazy, ring like hell
Turn me back into that wild haired gale
Ring like silver, ring like gold
Turn these diamonds straight back into coal.

—Gregory Alan Isakov / The Stable Song

And I got troubles oh, but not today, cause they're gonna wash away.

I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

And I have sins Lord, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

And I had friends oh, but not today
Cause they done washed away
They done washed away

And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, no more cryin'
No, no more cryin' here

We get along Lord, but not today
Cause we gonna wash away
We're gonna wash away

And I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
This old heart gonna take them away

—Joe Purdy / Wash Away

I'm armed with the past, and the will, and a brick, I might not want you back but I want to kill him.

With a name like Frightened Rabbit, what's not to love?



Good arms verses bad arms will win hands down (down)
They are built to hold and fit,
Look how far they go around,

You don't need these now that you've found another pair
And the difference is astounding I should expect,
Except,

Leave the rest at arms length,
Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress
And leave the rest at arms length,
When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them

I decided this decision some six months ago
So I'll stick to my guns but from now on it's war,
I'm armed with the past, and the will, and a brick,
I might not want you back but I want to kill him.

Leave the rest at arms length,
Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress
And leave the rest at arms length,
When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them

And leave the rest at arms length,
Don't brush with him, he might have diseases,
And leave the rest at arms length,
Steer clear of the grasp girl, run, run away.

And leave the rest at arms length,
Just roll over, boy, and don't make me do this
And leave the rest at arms length,
I am armed to the teeth and I'm heavy set
And leave the rest at arms length,
I'm not ready to see you this happy
And leave the rest at arms length,
I am still in love with you (can't admit it yet)

—Frightened Rabbit / Good Arms Vs Bad Arms

I will love you forever, little ones.

It's been a long, long, long time coming but I know that change is gonna come

I was born by a river, oh my
In this little old town
Just like this river
I've been running ever since

It's been a long long long time coming
I know, but I know that change is gonna come, now
Oh yes it is, my oh my oh my oh my

It's been too hard livin', oh my
And I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there
Beyond the clouds

It's been a long long long time coming
but I know that change is gonna come
Oh yes it is, my oh my oh my

There's a time
I will go to my brother, oh my
I would ask my brother
Will you help me please, oh now oh now
He turned me down
And then I asked my little mother, oh my oh
I said mother, I said mother
I'm down on my knees

It's been time that I go
Lord it's too late
Very long, oh now oh

Somehow I thought I was still able
To try to carry on
It's been a long long long time coming
but I know that change is gonna come
Oh yes it is

Just like I said
I went to my little baby brother, oh my, my little brother
I asked my brother, brother help me please, oh now
He turned me down
And then I go to my little mother, my dear mother, oh now, huh
I said mother, I said mother I'm down on my knees

But there was a time that I go
Lord it's too late
So very long, oh my oh
Somehow I thought I was still able
To try to carry on
It's been a long long long time coming
but I know, but I know that change is gonna come
It's been so long, it's been so long
A little too long
But change has gotta come
So tired, so tired of suffering
Standing by myself
It's been so long
But change has gotta come

—Otis Redding / A Change is Gonna Come
(FYI: Sam Cooke's (original songwriter) lyrics are little different, apparently. Oh, Interwebs, I learn so much from you.)