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Fire
02:51
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I’ve been getting lazy
I’ve been getting lazy
My mind’s been getting hazy
Send me the fire, Lord
Lord, send me the fire
Lord, send me the fire
Hallelujah, send me the fire
The fire from on high
I’ve been getting distracted
I’ve been getting distracted
By the pitiful way I’ve acted
Send me the fire, Lord
Lord, send me the fire
Lord, send me the fire
Hallelujah, send me the fire
The fire from on high
Prometheus was bound in chains
When he brought the fire down to the plains
My Lord, He sends his love
As a tongue of fire on the wings of a dove
Lord, send me the fire
Lord, send me the fire
Hallelujah, send me the fire
The fire from on high
Ain’t nobody gonna take my hand
And lead me to the promised land
No, there ain’t nobody gonna take my hand
So send me the fire, Lord
Lord, send me the fire
Lord, send me the fire
Hallelujah, send me the fire
The fire from on high
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Goin' First
02:54
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I had dreams in the days of our young love
Of growing old with the one I adore
We said til death do us part
But though she gave me her heart
She had something a little different in store
She said, “I’m going first,
You’ll have to lay me in that hearse.
I can’t stand it, baby, when you’re not around.
You’re a blessing and a curse,
‘Cos I can’t think of nothing worse
Than waiting around to join you in the cold, cold ground.”
She stopped exercising
And she started drinking gin
And she’d go on and on
About the trouble I’d be in
If I tried to go before her
She’d say, “Suicide’s a sin!”
And she’d say it all with her pearly whites
In a big ol’ pearly grin
She said, “I’m going first,
You’ll have to lay me in that hearse.
I can’t stand it, baby, when you’re not around.
You’re a blessing and a curse,
‘Cos I can’t think of nothing worse
Than waiting around to join you in the cold, cold ground.”
She bought a motorcycle
And she’d ride it in the rain
While texting me little notes
Of Love’s sweet refrain
She was giving me a heart attack
And driving me insane
When she said,
“Hold on there, honey,
You better stay in your lane, because…
I’m going first,
You’ll have to lay me in that hearse.
I can’t stand it, baby, when you’re not around.
You’re a blessing and a curse,
‘Cos I can’t think of nothing worse
Than waiting around to join you in the cold, cold ground.”
I can’t stand it, baby, when you’re not around
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3. |
Space Montagne
04:25
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4. |
Odile
03:43
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She left me doing dishes back in Breaux Bridge
She called me three days later from L.A.
Turned out she didn’t have a reason
Turned out that wasn’t all she had to say
She told me I was too in love with beauty
Didn’t I know that it would fade?
I said my love for her was boundless
And I could dream of her a thousand different ways
Odile, Odile
T’aimer me fait pleurer
Je voulais t’espérer, oh vilaine!
Tu m’as dit c’est pas la peine
Odile
Odile won’t let me forget her
I got a postcard just the other day
It was Jeanne painted by Modigliani
That she’d bought at the Musée D’Orsay
I stared at the lover in the portrait
Her empty eyes could not return my gaze
And I found no warmth and no comfort
In the fire that had set my heart ablaze
Odile, Odile
T’aimer me fait pleurer
Je voulais t’espérer, oh vilaine!
Tu m’as dit c’est pas la peine
Odile
Odile, je rêve de toi, mon coeur,
Odile, Odile
T’est partie bien trop loin cette fois ci
Reviens-toi, embrasses-moi jolie fille
Reviens-toi, embrasses-moi
Je mérite pas ça
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Mason Colby Lexington, Kentucky
Mason Colby was born and raised in the musically rich Gulf Coast, splitting time between Louisiana and Texas. But it was in Kentucky that he picked up a banjo and started making music. A founding member of stringband The Jarflies, Mason is now writing songs that blend his love of Acadiana, the Bluegrass, and Texas songwriters like Guy Clark, Jolie Holland, Lyle Lovett, and Danny Barnes. ... more
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