1. |
This City
04:47
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Hey little bluebird, won't you come watch over me
bring your magpie and press the ivories
I will try not to stray to far or sing out of key
maybe this city just ain't no place for a poor girl like me
Everbodies kissing, licking, scratching at each others feet
saying "hey man, I got the best you'll ever see"
all that gamblin' and the slow dive to the spotlight can make you mean
maybe this city just ain't no place for a poor girl like me
well worn jazz cats creep through the cool dank night
their tender prayers sounding out through vicious bites
"we came here and we stayed to find out who we could be,
maybe this city just ain't no place for a poor girl like me"
hey big man come sit by my side
I'll tell you you're beautiful if you flash me a pretty smile
one day I'll sit you down on my bended knee
your game is wasted thing on a poor girl like me
Gram sang "the queen of spades she is a friend of mine"
and I know I'll find her if I can just clean up my mind"
was she there that night, in the motel light of Joshua Tree
maybe this city just ain't no place for a poor girl like me
maybe this city just ain't no place for a poor girl like me
Teresa Duffy-Richards c2018
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2. |
Mama's Song
03:50
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Home sweet home where we cut our teeth
stretched out our arms, bloodied out knees
I loved the rain rare and weak
and the salt bush ground beneath my feet
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soil and seeds
and this country air my lungs will breathe
Where the wind blows across the plains
and Uncle he carves our names
before wet cement we stand
in that old tool shed that weathered his hands
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soil and seeds
and this dusty air I'll always breathe
If I can't bare the weight of this city I call my own
may the wind of the river and my old home rest my soul
may my old home rest my soul
Built a fort of scrap and heap
those splintered crumbling spars we'd keep
stood them up around the gum
and their white ant eaten bones stood strong
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soul and seeds
and this country air I'll always breathe
Teresa Duffy-Richards c2017
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3. |
By and By
05:16
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I’ve always thought I will not grow old
‘Til I look on another and I see their soul
I looked on another and I saw your bones
Scarred like a wild bird, tattooed and worn
Yearning and fragile you crept in to me
Bringing all of your lenity
Your breath and your plea
I know you’ve been hurt
I see how you drag it around
Your wounds scraping the ground
Where you’re walking
You try not to hear that old pain alking
Ly de ly
we will bleed for a while
But we’ll mend
By and by
You came for my worries
Swept in with the tide
And I’d not known hunger
Like this deep aching kind
I’d not known hunger
Was stirring in me
‘Til you fed me your ardor
So sore and so sweet
I know you’ve been hurt
I see how you drag it around
Your wounds scraping the ground
Where you’re walking
You try not to hear that old pain talking
Ly de ly
we will bleed for a while
But we’ll mend
By and by
I’ve always thought I will not grow old
‘Til I share with another my rip torn soul
And I shared with another
Who bore me his own
And we lay by the wayside
‘Til the still waking dawn
Ly de ly
We will bleed for a while
But we’ll mend
By and by
Ly de ly
Ly de ly de ly
Ly de ly de ly
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4. |
So It Goes
04:57
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I’ve got several years of weight under my belt
Just another notch of long lost time to tell
They go by fast and they go by slow
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Grandma’s planting little baby seeds
She’s working on untiring hand and knee
Building a good life, prosper and grow
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
And Elvis sings a song and cares for me
Just simple words that always sound so sweet
It’s one for the money, two for the show
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Mary Anna travelled over land and sea
She said “It’s just a little treck for a winged bird like me,
I’m not one to stay still, I don’t breathe out slow”
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
Kitty stirs her watched pot for a while
The rising steam it settles on her smile
She thinks when I’m done here
I’ll have nothing to show
So it goes, so it goes so it goes
And Elvis sings a song and cares for me
Just simple words that always sound so sweet
It’s one for the money, two for the show
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
And Elvis sings a song and cares for me
Just simple words that always sound so sweet
It’s one for the money, two for the show
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
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5. |
Halfway Out The Door
03:46
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I'm halfway out the door
I was gone, I was gone
I just can't seem to lift this old stain I have on
but I won't throw it all to the floor
I've been wasting away in my backyard
it's been long, it's been long
their's this gas bagging thing hangin' 'round my home
it can't seem to leave well enough alone
I can't know what will come around again
be it something or nothing or every little thing
once in a life time, one to the four
one more for the road
Is this what it's like to be in here?
in the throws, in the throws
always standing on side on my little toes
just waiting for the cold wind to blow
well I've been here before now ain't I
I can't let it be, let it be
it won't get me now if it didn't get me then
there's freedom in a clean broken end
I can't know what will come around again
be it something or nothing or every little thing
once in a life time, one to the four
one more for the road
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6. |
Any Soul
03:34
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Be still my heart, there's no use in crying
I've made my bed and I've lay awake for so long
restless I turn, things pull and burn and tug at familiar times
and thoughts take their place in another sad little song
Out in the City, the boys are so pretty
any soul can spin a cold, cold lie
if she were a gambler, she'd sure make a rich man cry
makin' stale bread and butter
that ain't fit for fodder
off a merchant of white collar crime
she's a suitman's full packet
on a life lackey's dime
If I had a child, what would I tell her?
I'd like to think I'll know what to say as time goes by
sugar is sweet but it's bad for your teeth
though it sure catches many a fly
some of them good but no trade for your white winning smile
Out in the City, the boys are so pretty
any soul can spin a cold, cold lie
if she were a gambler, she'd sure make a rich man cry
and dogs make their piece off the lone shy and beat
with an ear full of tattle and grime
movin' days like their hours
still they're not out of time
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7. |
Like Only Lovers Do
03:41
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I came to you a mere contender
and we were done before a count of three
I'm always one to second guess decisions
as little as another cup of tea
yodelee yodelee
Lonely minds and thwarted tries
dinners meant for two
and we break like only lovers do
The god awful sound of our silence
is louder than I ever care to speak
lipstick stains my pillow in the morning
while my head pounds like an army through the street
In halves we sleep,
another morning left without adieu
and we break like only lovers do
I don't know if ever we'll be happy
forever sick with guilt I could be
Street lights and big frights to guide us
and Django playing out the lead
yodelee yodelee
warm wet thighs and bedroom eyes
wrapped in only you
concrete floors and deadlocked doors
and walls we can't get through
lustful tongues for new someones
and words of black and blue
and we break like only lovers do.
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8. |
Mama's Song (reprise)
04:22
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Home sweet home where we cut our teeth
stretched out our arms, bloodied out knees
I loved the rain rare and weak
and the salt bush ground beneath my feet
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soil and seeds
and this country air I'll always breathe
Where the wind blows across the plains
and Uncle he carves our names
before wet cement we stand
in that old tool shed that weathered his hands
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soil and seeds
and this dusty air my lungs will breathe
If I can't bare the weight of this city I call my own
may the wind of the river and my old home rest my soul
may my old home rest my soul
Built a fort of scrap and heap
those splintered crumbling spars we'd keep
stood them up around the gum
and their white ant eaten bones stood strong
When I was a baby
and I grew amongst the gumtrees
they planted me down with the soul and seeds
and this country air I'll always breathe
Teresa Duffy-Richards c2017
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Teresa Duffy-Richards Melbourne, Australia
Teresa Duffy-Richards writes songs steeped in the vast traditions of Folk and Country music accompanied by banjo, dobro and electric guitar reminiscent of Neil Young and the catalytic classic rock that informed much of her teenage years. But ultimately it is the timeless song writing of old world and 20th century troubadours and Tennessee reared yodellers, that inspires much of her work. ... more
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