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Sit down a second, son, I’ve got some advice
You’ve been watching those films, I’ve been watching your life
Oh you’ve been all alone, did what feels right
If you’re looking for love, then look for a fight
Well son he’s not evil, he’s just in your way
If you think you’re the good one, you’re asking for pain
If you’re raising a fortune to spend on your dreams
You should learn how to sleep in the nights in between
And yeah, it’s hard, but I tell you it’s true
There’s a man that you’d like, and he’ll be good for it too
I’ve been telling him tall tall tales from his living room
I’ve been counting down the seconds until he comes to
If you come from the earth, son, you’re gonna lose
Better find something better, and find it soon
Yeah well I met a man with his hair turning grey
Wife and two kids, hadn’t slept well in days
Saying live like you can til it comes to a halt
And if you’re getting bitter, then I guess that’s your fault
But what do I know? I'm just some old men who fell out long ago.
And yeah it’s hard, but I tell you it’s true
There’s a time that is right, and I won’t say how soon
I’ve been telling him tall tall tales from his living room
Counting down the seconds until he comes to
If you come from the earth, son, you’re gonna lose
Better find something better, and find it soon
Tall tall tales from his living room
Counting down the seconds until he comes to
If you come from the earth, son, you’re gonna lose
Better find something better, and find it soon
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The Bitter Root
03:41
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It’s the bitter root inside of me
It’s the Holy Ghost, the giving tree
I’ve spent too many moments sifting my soul in the stream
It’s the season of the witch and it’s inside of my soul
Grab your family and friends because they wanted a show
And all I ever wanted was my child to know where to go
The things before your ghost, they keep on coming back to me
And I’ll keep driving away
Back to the most resounding reasons I should stay
And not keep counting the rain
Caroline our wedding rings
Are ours to keep, the angels sing
A child was born to us this morn a king
A broken heart a troubled home
An only child, an open hole
An only chance to find ourselves a home
Older now the feel of you I’ve locked away
Passing time in the day
Writing down things you were to make them stay
Slowing down the decay
Bring us peace, say it will be okay
But God only knows
God only knows
Caroline our wedding rings
Are ours to keep, the angels sing
A child was born to us this morn a king
A broken heart a troubled home
An only child, an open hole
An only chance to find ourselves a home
It’s the bitter root inside of me
It’s the Holy Ghost, the giving tree
I’ve spent too many moments sifting my soul in the stream
It’s the season of the witch and it’s inside of my soul
Grab your family and friends because they wanted a show
And all I ever wanted was my child to know where to go
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Camille
04:33
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[Verse 1]
Speak to me in dutch
You can make it up
When I was two and you were three, Oma chasing me
I refused to wear my clothes
And you said she’s not the boss of me
[Verse 2]
You were known for your caring ways
To be certified for deep sea dives
You suffered the cold of Monterey
Life can’t wait the storm away
You were dancing in the rain
[Chorus]
When the weight that’s on your shoulder blades
Is all that you can feel
Know you’ll always feel like home to me Camille
Oh you’ll always feel like home to me Camille
Matching laughs and matching clothes
And when it ran you’d wipe my nose
Slept on me for long plane rides
Traveling you’d be my guide
Never traveling alone
I have you by my side
[Interlude]
When the weight that’s on your shoulder blades
Is all that you can feel
Know you’ll always feel like home to me Camille
Oh you’ll always feel like home to me Camille
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Far From Me
04:05
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They say love don't keep score
Well they might be wrong, cuz I keep writing yours down
And it aint the first time baby
And I know I know better to trust in you somehow
It aint the last time
No you didn't let me down
I'm used to this by now
You're far from me
I work hard at the art to say what I mean
You weren't listening
It's a beautiful night, made the meal, poured the wine, our song's on quiet
Feeling good again for a time, but I don't feel right
Go find another to love
If you're short on friends, then son, I guess you're growing up
I've been down by the water to wash off my pain
Lord teach me one thing - to love again
Though I like those moves
I wish you'd learn to just sit still
You're the dust that blows in my room
Won't you settle on my sill
It won't be long until, you're gone
Go find another to love
If you're short on friends, then son, I guess you're growing up
I've been down by the water to wash off my pain
Lord teach me one thing - to love again
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Moving Day
04:03
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Fillin up my room with these cardboard boxes
Next to the wine glasses, cables, and mics
Noticing how everything’s in its own way delicate
The glass in the bag’s a lot like my life
What if I get sick so that I can’t sing
What if I get lost again?
All those wild horses, and all those cliches,
I hope they all can pass away
And we’ll be all alone
All those ogres, well aren’t they somethin
It’s not the monsters that’s keepin me up
It’s all those people, who might need something
And make my window open up
Cus what if they come in and I’m unable
To keep you safe from harm
And what if all my songs left you unstable
How do I make you believe
That you’re safe with me
In less than one month, we’ll be married
I’ve been praying a lot that I won’t fail
But these damn people, they keep on talking
They say son you surely will
But what if you come home, and I’m unable
To keep you safe with me
And what am I doing, with this ball and chain
How do I keep you safe and free?
And next to me
There’s no runnin, and I’m no savior
So what’s my job from here on out
Am I something that you should ask for, or something you should figure out
Let’s figure out
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Freedom
03:54
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Overdone, desert stricken, travel sick
Livin life on his own
David wept ever since his lady left
Over? When? Complicated. Hasn’t slept
Sell the bed, pay the rent
Til he moves again
Free, Freedom
I want freedom
David gone, mama works you raise the kids
Disciplined no time for friends
Punishment, good intent she must’ve meant
Overwhelmed, paperwork, you board the ship
Overseas to michigan where I found your love
Free, Freedom
I want freedom
There you were, like you hadn’t noticed yet
Walking right beside the fence
Evident, had a home but hadn’t slept
Overworked, born again and arrogant
Loving me the insolent
I will die with you
Free, Freedom
I want freedom
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Goodbye, Goodnight
03:31
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Lukewarm the nights pass
Sails raised to half mast
Love songs are sung fast
Holding both tongues Trying to save
Those bridges still hung
Weakened yet so young
Like rags that were too wrung
Before their time
Say goodbye, Say goodnight
You’ll hear my lullaby
We’ll try for one more
Leaving open doors
Believing folklore
That if we try we might succeed
Time we often wept
Somehow the love kept
Alive the process
Breaking a curse we’d learned to accept
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
You’ll hear my lullaby
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
You’ll hear my lullaby
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Conner Cherland Santa Barbara, California
It all started with a goal to become a good songwriter, which then became a terrible obsession, which later became something to enjoy. I hope you enjoy the first of (hopefully) many albums.
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