1. |
||||
|
The Lonesome Pine Hollows that found me one day lies deep inside of one’s soul.
I strolled out one evening with the moon shining bright, upon my troubled soul,
upon my troubled soul.
And there in the moonlight I stood all alone, like the pines that swayed in the breeze.
And the stars that shone far off in the cold dark night, they whispered unto me,
they whispered unto me.
Your time is short to blow in the wind, like the pines that stand on high.
Don’t fret, regret for what may have been, for I’ll meet you by and by.
The Lonesome Pine Hollows that found me one day lies deep inside of one’s soul.
It lead me through darkness where the whistling winds blew, but where I did not know,
But where I did not know
My body did shiver and my hands did shake as I drifted like a log in the sea…
Drifting through the memories of the days past and gone…and something whispered to me
And something whispered to me.
Your time is short to blow in the wind, like the pines that stand on high.
Don’t fret, regret for what may have been, for I’ll meet you by and by.
The Lonesome Pine Hollows that found me one day lies deep inside of one’s soul.
When my mind’s filled with sadness and my heart’s filled with pain, that’s where I often go
That’s where I often go
Through the pines like the tombstones of the days past and gone. Oh the days like the dead…
Roll on, roll on
While in the shadows, in the shadows you can hear this howl, the lonesome moonlight song,
This lonesome moonlight song
Your time is short to blow in the wind, like the pines that stand on high.
Don’t fret, regret for what may have been, for I’ll meet you by and by.
|
||||
2. |
Her Love Rubbed Off
03:28
|
|||
3. |
Trouble On My Mind
04:39
|
|||
|
When all’s around your life seems dark, and all’s about to fall.
And trouble is playing on your mind, there’s trouble, trouble, trouble that’s all…
And when they lay your casket down, red roses by your side, will they say with sad regret, “There’s trouble, trouble all the time”
In this old world we’re in, where good folk go to sleep with angry hearts, and loving eyes, there’s trouble, trouble on your mind.
My grand dad when he lay to die, his time then drawing near.
“Boy”, he says, “I’m afraid to go”, and he sheds a child’s tear…
And when they laid his casket down, red roses by his side. I knew he carried foul regret for a life he’d let slip by.
In this old world we’re in where time it seems to creep, why let seconds pass you by with trouble, trouble on your mind.
In this wicked world we’re in so wrought by fool’s gold, it’s hard to see the truth sometimes and let it inside your soul…
But make your heart a garden fair, that’s pure when it’s sown with love. Now who can quench that lasting fire that soars…
…soars like a dove upon that whistling wind and leads you like a child. Keep your mind upon your heart that keeps you young and wild
|
||||
4. |
Big Wide River of Love
04:30
|
|||
|
Way back when where the music flowed, Big Wide River Of Love
Farmer’s fields and the old scare crow, Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
Paddle back in a long canoe, Big Wide River Of Love,
Sing and dance and play for you, Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
I take one look at the riverside, Big Wide River Of Love
It’s so far it hurts my eyes, Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
The canoe tips and we all fall in, Big Wide River Of Love
You drink it down, that powerful gin, Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
Now the river of love get it in your soul, Big Wide River Of Love
Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
Well you ride it slow and you ride it fast, Big Wide River Of Love
You ride it now back to the past, Big Wide River Of Love
Oh, on that wide river, river of love so wide, wide river, big wide river of love
|
||||
5. |
Hillbilly Hut
05:50
|
|||
6. |
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
03:12
|
|||
7. |
Love Love Love
02:42
|
|||
8. |
The Wild One
02:20
|
|||
9. |
I Live In The Past
03:04
|
|||
Petunia Vancouver, British Columbia
Hank Williams on acid…Tom Waits meets Elvis at Woody Guthrie's Hobojunction...their sound may not sit in any one music genre, so perhaps “Good Music” describes it best? Hillbilly-flavoured-swing inflected-ragtime-goodtime-thunderously rolling-one-of-a-kind-you-don’t-want-to-miss-this-sort-of-a-show…springboards off music of the past jumping into the present day - only echoes of the past remain ... more
If you like I Live In The Past, you may also like:
Self Titled
by Jenny Don't and the Spurs
supported by 4 fans who also own “I Live In The Past”
Love this record. Outlaw Country from Portland. Jenny's voice will melt you then kick your ass.
go to album
Get Behind The Wheel
by Eilen Jewell
supported by 4 fans who also own “I Live In The Past”
i love eilen jewell. just listened to the entire album, get behind the wheel, now going back and listening to and savoring individual tracks. her music has an indescribable beauty. it's real, honest, sweet, powerful, touching, universal. it's a special artist that can do all that and leave you coming back for more.
go to album
Notes From The Wonderground
by The Reflection Box
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze.
go to album
Written as she was coping with an auto-immune disease, the new EP from Rachel Angel offers hushed, silvery ’50s-style Americana.
go to album
The new EP from denitia specializes in big, hooky pop songs that put her smoky voice front and center.
go to album
The Rhythm of the City
by John Paul Keith
Classic roots rock with Memphis grit and swagger from singer-songwriter John Paul Keith, on Wild Honey Records.
go to album
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers.
go to album
