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Winter’s coming, the world will shudder
The gods are waking, and kings are shaking,
The walkers stalking the cold north watch
And who can match their strength?
Down far south, from the devil’s mouth
Comes the hope that floats in the stormborn’s mounts
It’s the hope that spreads from the mouths
Of those oppressed by kings and priests
There’s a fire in your blood
And no one can hold you in the mud
And no, we can never get enough
Because there’s a fire in your blood
Who could dream that the world would seem
Such a magic thing in the hands of kings
Who can’t conjure fire or know desire
But through the whip and chain?
Comes a daughter of ancient fire
Who knows the gods and the wild men
Freeing slaves so they make their way
Across the northern sea
There’s a fire in your blood
And no one can hold you in the mud
And no, we can never get enough
Of the fire in your blood
Omens speak of the one who’ll meet the cold
And burn it down
There’s a fire in your blood
And no one can hold you in the mud
And no, we can never get enough
Because there’s a fire in your blood
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Snow
03:07
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Oh, see the snow
Falling around our house.
Spring ran away
Wearing your cotton blouse.
Where are you going
After the apples catch the dew?
When we were strong
And nothing called to us,
Eyes on our lives,
Now they are straying far.
Why are they straying
Now that the snow begins to leave?
Please don't you forget,
What it means
What it means
What it means
What it means.
Hey, how'd it go?
When did you end up there?
Warm and far from snow,
Watching the sun go down,
Watching the olives
Caught in the fire of his song.
Please don't you forget
What it means
What it means
What it means
What it means
Sea catches you and
Carries you far from me.
There in a snare
Walking without my sight,
Talking away
The hours and the days.
Please don't you forget
What it means
What it means
What it means
To see the snow
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I wanna be your manservant,
Not for me, it's 'cause you deserve it
Serve you drinks at the oceanside
Play guitar with the evening tide
I'll always call you "my Lady"
And you can call me "Mr. Lately" (whatever you name me?)
I'll even cook your favorite dish
My only words will be, "as you wish"
Never got paid for being a boyfriend
Even when I did all the serving
Already know how to live the fable
As usual, sex is off the table
If you want benefits now
Your manservant sure knows how
I'll wear suspenders if you should wish it
And never stint to say "you're exquisite"
Say your laugh's like a siren's song
And your smile's like the rising sun
Never got paid for being the best friend
Who gets treated like a servant
Already know how to live the fable
As usual, sex is off the table
If you want benefits now
Your manservant sure knows how
So what you waiting for?
There's so much in store for you
A man as you wish he'd be
A slave to your company
Never got paid for being a boyfriend
Even when I did all the serving
Already know how to live the fable
As usual, sex is off the table
If you want benefits now
Your manservant sure knows how 2x
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Brass Band Girl
02:46
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We were talking til the sun rose all the night long
Searching for the reason that we belong
And you call out to me to walk up to the sea
Believing once again that we are free
She’s my brass band girl
She’s my brass band girl
She’s the candle that won’t let me
Burn out
Seeing as we hadn’t found our ways in life
Bound up and drawn together by our strife
And you find yourself again calling to the sun
Longing for the reason you belong
She’s my brass band girl
She’s my brass band girl
She’s the candle that won’t let me
Burn out
Interlude
Somewhere beyond this place there’s a dream I had
I lost it in the throes of this time I’ve had
And we’re taken by the reasons calling endlessly
To be more than we have seen
She’s my brass band girl
She’s my brass band girl
She’s the candle that won’t let me
Burn out
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The Muse Of Lonely Men
03:27
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When your fire is flickering in the darkness of doubt
And your words are poor servants to the message you shout
And the daylight is far and the nighttime is near
And you want to give voice to your unspoken fear.
I will lend you an ear, I will call you my dear
I will take from your life your pain and your strife
And I'll call you the muse of lonely men.
When your voice is a croak in an echoless room
And your days run together like time in a tomb
And you're looking for more than what you have seen
But as you grow old it's a desolate scene.
I'll give to you song, I'll give to you wine.
We'll dance together, the evening will shine.
And I'll call you the muse of lonely men.
The beauty is broken the vision has fled
Your wisdom is rotten and soon will be shed.
The past is a mire that drained all your fire
After the fall of the elegant spire.
I'll be your bright future, your glimmering hope
In an age of confusion I'll be your rope
And I'll call you the muse of lonely men.
Your flowers are wilting in the heat of the sun.
You've lost every hand but you still think you've won.
You're betting that life won't take you away
But with every step you're nearer the grave.
Go raise up your hand and sing a last tune
With the evening on fire and the still, blazing moon
And I'll call you the muse of lonely men.
Yes, I'll call you the muse of lonely men.
Recorded playing a Martin DCPA4 through two Shure SM57s into an Onyx Blackjack Interface.
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Gone
02:26
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I'll never get to say I'm sorry
Never get to say you're lovely
Never get to ask you,
"How's your day gone, love?"
Never get to drink your coffee
Never get to sleep so softly
Never get to watch you
Sleeping by my side
Through the night
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Sure had fun in the summer sun
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Back home
Never get to kiss your body
Never get to sip your sweet, sweet coffee
Never get to tell you,
"You're the only one
In the sun."
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Sure had fun in the summer sun
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Back home
And it's a hard one to remember
The bitterness inside
The leaves of September's
Crimson tide
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Sure had fun in the summer sun
Gone, gone, the lady's run
Back home
Back home
Back home
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7. |
We Were Lovers
03:57
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We were lovers by happenstance
We were lovers that didn't last
The ending came so fast
Before I knew it, you'd moved on
Took my love and let me down
You know the lion caught the lamb
I suppose I deserve it 2x
We were lovers who never laughed
We were covered in our pasts
And somehow we found out
Before you knew it, I'd moved on
I took your love, I let you down
All my letters, the same sound
I suppose you deserve it 4x
Now that it's come to this
The distance is hard to miss
Before we knew it, we'd moved on
We'd tasted love, it let us down
Call us bitter, call us sad
I suppose we deserve it 4x
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A White Road
02:25
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All of this dreaming
And sleepy un-seeming
Has led me along
A white road
Aman, aman, aman,
Let the light fill your heart
With love
Spring is now humming
And I am just coming
To live with my heart
In the sky
Aman, aman, aman,
Let the light fill your heart
With love
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Ryan Gregory Floyd New Orleans, Louisiana
Folk rock singer-songwriter of ballads inspired by such heroes as Leonard Cohen and Neil Young. Love, lust, red wine, sapphic vampires, and Daenerys Targaryen are some common themes. Ryan is also an author of fiction and poetry, and his love of literature permeates his well-crafted and lyrical song stories. ... more
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