1. |
Oh, See The Snow
04:09
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Intro
C G
Verse 1:
G
oh see the snow
Am
falling around our house
G
spring ran away and
Am
wearing your cotton blouse
C
where are you going
D7 G
after the apples catch the dew?
Verse 2:
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?
Chorus:
D7 Am
please don't you forget
G
what it means
D7
what it means
C
what it means...
G
what it means
Verse 3:
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
Chorus:
please don't you forget
what it means
what it means
what it means
what it means
Verse 4:
sea catches you and
carries you far from me
there in a snare
walking without my sight
talking away
the hours and the days
Chorus:
please don't you forget
what it means
what it means
what it means
to see the snow
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2. |
Arya
03:58
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Intro:
Bm Bm
(and then same as verse)
Bm
Em Bm
B7 Em
F#7
Verse 1:
Bm
i came down from the mountains
Em Bm
at the first sight of the moon
B7 Em
i went into the village
F#7
and i walked from room to room, singing
Chorus:
Bm
Arya, Arya,
A Em
we can float this boat down the river styx (all together)
Bm
Arya, Arya,
A Em
we can float this boat down the river styx (all together)
Verse 2:
i found her sleeping softly
the moonlight on her lips
i lay down close beside her
and i gave her my cold kiss
i said
Chorus:
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
Middle:
F#7 Bm
and home we'll never see
Em F#7
friends we'll never meet
B7 Em
the light we'll leave behind
G A
down the river without time
Instrumental Verse:
Verse 3:
i stayed there with her body
til she felt as cold as i
i woke her with a smile
and i pointed to the night
Chorus and Outro:
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
Arya, Arya,
we can float this boat down the river styx
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3. |
New Orleans Tale
03:59
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here where the mississippi
snakes past the crescent city
a story i will tell you
of love and fallen glory
she was a southern beauty
well-born and scorning duty
he was a rich landowner
well-learned and growing older
they were married on
august first, a month of thirst
she spilled wine on her
satin gown from london town
his name was almonaster
the city's fencing master
one day in early spring
she flung aside her ring
"i will love you although
my fate will make us wait.
he grows older and someday
he'll pass away."
when the landowner learned
of her betrayal
he took action but
knowing he would fail
beneath the dueling oaks
a crowd of somber folk
watched almonaster win
the rich man had met his end
almonaster was tried
and found guilty
from the gallows he swung until
he was still
in her sorrow she leapt into
the river
now their bodies lie
in marble, side by side
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4. |
Leaves
03:49
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Intro: A F#m C#m E
do you still remember
drifting with september’s leaves,
naked in the gray light
as the storm was taking flight?
somehow down the line we
found our lives entwined in leaves,
singing songs of whitman
while the storm was raining grief.
Chorus: F#m D A E
all of a sudden
comes a crashing of thunder
something has shifted
and we see where we’ve drifted...
Verse 2:
do you still remember
drifting with september’s leaves,
floating through the ruins
of the world we’d come to grieve?
Chorus 2:
when it was over
we walked out on the old pier.
you reached for my hand
as we looked at the new land.
Middle Section:
D A E
nothing is as it was
F#m D
nothing will be the same
A E
what’s lost sleeps beneath the waves
D
what lives is the name
A
that it gave
Instrumental Verse
Verse 3
watching from the sandbar
as the iron clouds recede,
leaving in their wake a
city laid to waste in leaves.
Chorus 3
when it was over
we walked out on the old pier.
you reached for my hand
as we looked at the new land.
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5. |
I'm Only Here Tonight
04:05
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I came to town wearing mountain roads
I came to town throwing knives
I brought my dreams tied in little bows
Tied to a tattered, battered kite
Down on the curb we talked of mountain roads
We drank a backpack full of wine
You said you’d lost the pair of wings I stowed
With you when I left town last time
We've got to go to the shore
We've got to see the river lights
You know I don’t live here any more
You know I’m only here tonight
Over the fence, after the railroad tracks
Hannah’s hot-air-balloons go by
Over this burning breeze of broken glass
High in a starless, scarlet sky
She always dances with her hair down
Laughs with her eyes like open wounds
She has to kiss so many, many mouths
Her belly’s full of empty tombs
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6. |
Lousiane
04:02
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morning finds me by the riverside
in the wet hot sticky mess
ivory clouds that drift against the sound
of the morning waking up
the trouble with the place i’m in
is just the trouble with my heart
but if i’m back down in lousiane
well she’ll be making me alright
you found me there at the river bend
the mud stains on my dress
ashen eyes and no disguise
to cradle you in lies
the limit that you’re asking for
is just the limit of my love
but if i’m back down in lousiane
well she’ll be making me alright
and i was crawling back
down to new orleans
i had the whole world on
my shoulders and
no one could tell me twice
not to roll the dice
when you were halfway there
without a care
i’ve seen places, the polished faces
of the dour singing sort
starlight races meant to crush the laces
of the poor man’s bleeding heart
i won’t claim that i’ve always been
the surest of all bets
but if i’m good enough for lousiane
maybe i’m good enough for 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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