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The Spell of the Yukon
04:04
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There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
O I want to go back—and I will.
Chorus:
They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon once again.
I'll fight—and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell!—but I've been there before;
And it's better than this by a damsite—
So for me... the Yukon once more.
There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
The forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.
Chorus
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines;
The grey moss drapes us like sages, and closer we lock our lines,
And deeper we clutch through the gelid gloom where never a sunbeam shines.
Chorus
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2. |
Ordinary Dreamer
05:05
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You were once my fuel,
you kept me burning and I kept returning for more.
I was once your fool, well,
twice your fool, but the third time it's on me.
But it's not like that anymore,
because I don't need your permission to explore.
Chorus:
I'll find out for myself.
I'll make my own mistakes.
I am not blameless, I'm not perfect,
I'm just an ordinary dreamer, nothing more.
I was once in love, well,
at least in my own way, but I couldn't maintain the high.
I was two steps closer,
one step closer, but always just out of reach.
But it's not like that anymore,
because I found another way to open the same door.
Chorus
It dreamed to me one night,
a lighthouse burning bright.
Through hell's bitter gale,
its radiance did prevail.
Chorus
I'm not shameless, I have defects.
Sometimes I fuck up, sometimes I lose it.
Sometimes I'm just not that much fun to be with.
But that's alright, that's ok.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
'Cause I'm just an ordinary dreamer.
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3. |
Dear Gravity
05:51
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I'm trying hard to keep my feet
here upon the spinning planet earth.
The stars are racing over me.
Dear gravity, please hold me down
and keep me humble.
Don't forget your place.
You're only where you're meant to be.
You're only where you're meant to be.
Thank you for that, dear gravity.
Some of us must fight to be free.
And some of us, well,
we fight just for the fight.
Don't forget your place.
You're only where you're meant to be.
You're only where you're meant to be.
Thank you for that, dear gravity.
Thank you for that, dear gravity.
Stars are racing over me.
The stars are racing over me.
Only where you're meant to be.
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4. |
Song for the Flatirons
03:18
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5. |
Audrianna
04:44
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Audrianna combs her hair.
Her mother's in the kitchen
clearing out the breakfast dishes.
September's chill is in the air.
She pulls her coat up tight
and turns to kiss her mom goodbye.
All the other kids in school
have newer clothes and nicer shoes.
Some of them can be so cruel,
oh how their words can leave a bruise.
But when she's feeling down,
she simply lifts up off the ground.
Chorus:
Audrianna flies away upon a magic rug.
She's riding waves and navigating by the stars above.
Another school day now is done.
She takes the long way 'round
the lake just to the west of town.
Its glassy surface in the sun
makes her think of times gone by
and wonder where her future lies.
And her father went to war,
her mother fearing for the worst.
He drew his last breath days before
Audrianna drew her first.
But he left a special gift
for when her spirits need a lift.
Chorus:
Audrianna flies away upon a magic rug.
Into the sky, she's flying high upon a father's love.
One by one, we'll take to the sky,
my dreams, my secrets, and I.
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Kyle Rightley Madison, Wisconsin
A native of the Four Corners region, Kyle Rightley is no stranger to crossroads. A trained classical musician with a jazzman’s flare for improvisation and a folk singer’s love of storytelling, Kyle stands at a unique junction. In addition to his solo exploits, he is a member of award-winning groups The Big Payback, Driveway Thriftdwellers, The Civil Engineers, Beefus, and other area ensembles. ... more
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