1. |
Home Again
04:02
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HOME AGAIN
Reid Spencer
They say you can’t go back in time
They say you can’t go home again
And out of sight is out of mind
And out of touch is what I’ve been
About the time I paid my debt
You found me on the Internet
Singing songs we can’t forget
Written way back when
Tiny plane with a single prop
Looking down on the mountain top
By God I hope we stop
Before the runway ends
Lonesome house on the mountain side
Hairpins turns and a dusty ride
The moment I stepped inside
I came back home again
Sunset from the mountain top
Got a view that just won’t stop
Making music till we drop
Communion with the past
Eastsound Westsound
Our sound, lost and found
Let’s make it work this go-round
Cuz it could be the last
Sunset from the mountain top
Two miles up from the hookah shop
But we don’t need that crazy crop
We’re living free and fast
Eastsound Westsound
Our sound, lost and found
Let’s make it work this go-round
Cuz it could be the last
Eastsound Westsound
Our sound, glory bound
Let’s make it work this go-round
Cuz it could be the last
They say you can’t go back in time
And out of sight is out of mind
But in a place I’d never been
I found my way back home again
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2. |
Outside Campton Georgia
03:25
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OUTSIDE CAMPTON GEORGIA
James Connell
Outside Campton Georgia
Just south of Route 209
In an empty cement building
Were me and a friend of mine
We were trying to take it easy
Without wasting too much time
An hour off
Is time enough
For a hit of Ripple wine
We started getting looser
And rappin bout WWIII
When in came the building inspector
Said “Boys you better listen to me”
Billy Jones don’t mind
If we take it easy on the job
Or even waste a little time
Bill’s a friend of mine
Even if he don’t
Drink Ripple wine
It’s a hard day on the rock
It’s a hard day on the rock
It’s a hard day on the rock
For me and old Eddie
We were trying to take it easy
Without wasting too much time
An hour off
Is time enough
For a hit of Ripple wine
The inspector he got edgy
He turned and slammed the door
Me and Eddy, ever ready
Decided to drink some more
By tryin’ to take it easy
Me and Eddie nearly died
Hour off is too much time
For a hit of Ripple wine
Billy Jones don’t mind
If we take it easy on the job
Or even waste a little time
Bill’s a friend of mine
Even if he don’t
Drink Ripple wine
It’s a hard day on the rock
It’s a hard day on the rock
It’s a hard day on the rock
For me and old Eddie
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WHY CAN’T I JUST TELL YOU
James Connell
Why can't I just tell you
How much you mean to me?
Do I have to show you
Do you have to see?
When words and wants don't match up
When touch is all or none
Why can't I just tell you
What can and can't be done
I know we paid a cost
and felt the loss
To love the way,
The only way we knew
Hear me when I tell you
How much you mean to me
You have truly shown me
How much I’ve left to be
I can be with someone
Give all that I can give
And know no more is needed
And this is how to live
Now I can say goodbye
Not asking why
We loved the way
The only way we knew.
Now I can say goodbye
Not asking why
We loved the way
The only way we knew.
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4. |
Homeless Paradise
03:29
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HOMELESS PARADISE
Reid Spencer
There’s a flood in Honolulu
But it’s no December storm
Just a steady stream of derelicts
In search of someplace warm.
Certain cities on the mainland
Solved their problems in the street
By rounding up their vagabonds
For a tropical retreat.
They come from Cincinnati
They’re in-bound from LA
With some flimsy airline blankets
They scrounged along the way
They come with empty pockets
They come with empty eyes
Staking out a stretch of sidewalk
In a homeless paradise
But in the high-end shops on Ala Moana
Not a vagrant to be found
Cause the city cops have chased them
All the way to Chinatown
On the pristine sands of Waikiki
I’ll spend Christmas with the wife
Oh how we love our island life
A bedroom made of asphalt
The ceiling full of stars
Dinner’s at the dumpster
Down the street by Murphy’s Bar
It’s a fabulous vacation
But soon they’ll pay the price
When they learn there’s no return
From this homeless paradise
But in the high-end shops on Ala Moana
Not a vagrant to be found
Cause the city cops have chased them
All the way to Chinatown
On the pristine sands of Waikiki
I’ll spend Christmas with the wife
Oh how we love our island life
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5. |
Outside of Me
04:03
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OUTSIDE OF ME
James Connell
Pretending that age was a thing of the past
Made all our days seem new
Silent and slow the feeling was cast
Making only the words seem true
Counting on someone to feel your pain
She goes and you say “yes”
Leaving you all cramped inside
Feelin’ like a guest
Outside of me
There are bad feelings
Of what I would be
Without you
Outside of me
There are bad questions
Of what I would be
No great stories, no memories, no dreams
Change all that we went through
All the good reasons, all the sad lies
Make what we seemed less true
Knowing that no one could see you sane
You hoped that she’d take less
Watching her go, you crept inside
Stealing someone’s rest
Outside of me
There are bad feelings
Of what I would be
Without you
Outside of me
There are bad questions
Of what I would be
Counting on someone to feel your pain
She goes and you say “yes”
Leaving you all cramped inside
Feeling like a guest
Outside of me
There are bad feelings
Of what I would be
Without you
Outside of me
There are bad questions
Of what I would be
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6. |
Nothing But Love
03:30
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NOTHING BUT LOVE
Reid Spencer
The way you mistreat me
I can’t understand
Why you do me the way you do
But the heartache is gone
With the touch of your hand
I got nothin but love for you
I got nothin but love for you
You’re a vice I don’t need
You’re a book I can’t read
You’re a mystery without a clue
But when you hold me close
I’ve got to concede
I got nothin but love for you
I got nothin but love for you
Got no comfort
Got no peace
When am I ever gonna get my release
Flash me that smile
The way you do
That’s all it takes to keep me comin back to you
Send me away
With a wave of your hand
Leave me wondering what to do
But when you lead me down
To the promised land
I’ve got nothin but love for you
I’ve got nothin but love for you
I’ve got nothin but love… for you.
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7. |
Hills of Carolina
03:28
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HILLS OF CAROLINA
James Connell
There’s just a trace of yesterday’s garbage on the floor
These city walls ain’t built too high
To hold me any more
And I’ve been thinking lately
Of a place I’d like to go
In the hills of Carolina
We can make our music show
We played our last gig Wednesday to a peanut-eating crowd
We drove up through the Smokies
A little after dawn
And I’ve been thinking lately
Of a place I’d like to go
In the hills of Carolina
We can make our music show
In the hills of Carolina
We can make our music grow
Wake up late, have some eggs and walk into the sun
Laying back in my rocking chair
Singing just for fun
And I’ve been thinking lately
Of a place I’d like to go
In the hills of Carolina
We can make our music show
It’s just about time Mr. Musical Man
To get down to what you know
In the hills of Carolina
We can make music show
In the hills of Carolina
We can make our music grow
In the hills of Carolina….
We can make our, our music show
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8. |
Maybe I Been Talkin'
03:06
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MAYBE I BEEN TALKIN'
James Connell
Friend of mine from New Orleans
Gonna start a music show.
He’s thinkin’ of askin’ everyone he used to know.
He’s got me on the steel guitar.
Sammy on the drums.
Trying to make it easy for everyone to come.
I been told that New Orleans
Can burn the best of souls.
Everybody there seems like there’s no way to grow old.
But I loaded my guitar.
In my brand new beat-up car.
Trying to feel like something was gonna finally turn out right.
Maybe I can make it to New Orleans
sometime Wensedy nite.
Or maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
Left a message for my best friend.
Took my palette from the floor.
Blew myself off the shelf like a heartbeat through the door.
They say that I’ll regret.
But one thing I’d sure bet.
New Orleans ain’t half as bad as the hometown folks I left.
Maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
Maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
Homefolks said “you’re gonna be dead
If you shed that ball and chain”.
When I hit the big town boy, I’ll be on the gravy train.
They said “the devil he’s in your music boy.”
“You’ll be playing in Satan’s band!”.
I know they’ll change their tune when I return a wealthy man.
Maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
Maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
Maybe I can make it to New Orleans sometime Wensedy nite.
Maybe I been talkin’ to the wrong man
about doing something with my life.
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9. |
Just for Today (for D)
04:26
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JUST FOR TODAY (for D)
James Connell
Listen close and try to learn
Give myself some time
Try to ask and wonder
Wait and look for signs
Do something kind that no one knows
Make sure others shine
Let friends know I need them
Just take on what’s mine
Just for today
Let me do these things
Not to perfection
Not for all time
With some help
I can do these things
But just for today
Find and tell my truth with care
Lose my need to lie
See what’s there for what it is
Watch my fears go by
Just for today
Let me do these things
Not to perfection
Not for all time
With some help
I can do these things
But just for today
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10. |
Breakfast at Sunset
03:39
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BREAKFAST AT SUNSET
James Connell & Reid Spencer
Christmas night a year ago
Friends told tales tall and tender
Mine were bout rock and roll
Forty years ago
My friend Jim swore he'd find
Something bout our band
Wondered what we’d left behind
Grateful that he cared.
Gonna find those boys
Gonna bring ‘em back
‘Cause we have a chance to get
A new take on
Who we were back then
A breakfast, breakfast at sunset
Late that night from the web
Jim sends me a tune
I wake up, hear our song
My life is changed by noon
Gonna find those boys
Gonna bring ‘em back
‘Cause we have a chance to get
A new take on
Who we were back then
A breakfast, breakfast at sunset
Sent a note to rhythm guitar
Said, “Come on out and play!”
He said sure, hopped a plane
Got here in a day
He was great at telling tales
I leaned in all week.
Real good heart, real damn smart
A left wing Southern geek
Gonna find those boys
Gonna bring ‘em back
‘Cause we have a chance to get
A new take on
Who we were back then
A breakfast, breakfast at sunset
Took five days to figure out
Who did what and when
Made shit up to fill the gaps
Felt some things again
Lots of laughs
Lots of gaffes
So little to regret
Not a bad way
To end a day
With breakfast, breakfast at sunset
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11. |
For Susan
01:00
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James Reid Band Washington
After 40 years apart, old Milkweed band mates James Connell and Reid Spencer reunited to form the James Reid Band, combining their songwriting talents to produce "Breakfast at Sunset." Former Milkweed members Mat Kastner and John Daniel also lent their formidable chops to the album, as did multi-instrumentalist Martin Lund. The album was recorded in July at Bredouw's Barn on Orcas Island, Wash. ... more
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