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Honey Blue
04:11
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Honey Blue
Ran my head through the dirt
Saw my heart for what it’s worth
Couldn’t believe she left me again
Grabbed my coat at the door
Swore again, yeah I tore you a new one
But that didn’t matter, did it baby
You’re always running from your heart
Running into only dark
And light was in my eyes
Honey Blue
Cold and wet and damp and bright and new
The morning dew in the summer time
When you’re at your highest
Lows and darkness come and follow you
When you find the truth is boring
And you let the whole thing go
Honey Blue
Picked up your Bible and read me a psalm
And said I feel like David tonight
I said, ‘babe look at the stars,
Look at the Giant heart in front of you.’
You just sat there, oh you sat there.
Honey Blue
Cashed my only check when I ran down to the bank
And bought you, yeah I bought you my heart
Ran for you door, but you were standing there no more
And I sat there, oh I sat there,
Said it’s true what you’re feeling, it’s true what you know
It’s true what you’re feeling, I feel low, low, low.
Honey Blue.
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2. |
What Haunts Your Road?
05:03
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What Haunts Your Road?
What haunts your Road, in the morning?
When your tune skips, what haunts your road?
Is it the speckled dew, on the blade of grass?
Is it the moon, that has yet to set?
Is it the car in the driveway that needs a new everything?
Is it the storm, on the Northern horizon?
Is it the Ocean, too wide for a liar?
Is the stench in the hotel when you know you should be home?
Is it the righteous and their frozen halo?
Is it the hopelessness of a mass murder?
Is it everyone and everything, today, that marks your grave?
In the morning don’t wait for my sake
To say goodbye
I’m gonna sleep the day away
Into the night
On the carpet, of the motel,
In the morning, when the sign says,
Put on your bells and dance for the dirty man in the bed
The political moonlight, the whitewash trenches we grieve
And the Dickens, someone we wouldn’t believe
If he were here, now, haunting me.
Cause that’s how I saw you, before you did the act
That’s how I knew you, before you went and shacked
Up with my best friend, and the man with the money
In his pocket gets to take you.
Cause I’ve got my days ahead of me,
And I’ve got my conscience
For what it is I need to be
So when you say goodbye, say goodbye
I wonder why.
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3. |
Lay Me Down
03:27
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Lay Me Down
Rosy
Call on me
In the Morning
Rosy
Now, Love won't lay me down
When the waters came, and washed you out
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Rosy
04:34
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Rosy
Rosy knows, how to throw, a thorn in your side
A gentle hand, turns to shame, and your hear beats a lie
She’ll let you down, she’ll steal your crown and move
On through the night.
How beautiful, the petals dance, the rogue of my life
But I’m not saying I want you back
No I’m not saying I want you back
Rosy knows, where the wind blows
Like a feather in time
A drifting seed in the wind to plant a new life
The one we built, well it was built in dirt and muck and fear -
Not my style.
Our roots are dead, the siren bells are ringing in
A new Soul
Rosy knows how to hoard the beauty in life
But empty souls, draped in robes, a white washed lie
Their tombs are full of bone and dust and filth,
A death in the light
They feed on you, if you step in, and then you paint
Your own little lie
Here my dew, forward to you
Can my dew, forward to you?
Oh no, Rosy don’t, your left eye is bleeding in the night
Red and bright, full of light, but I see the thorn in your side
Cold as night, a damsel’s cry, oh Rosy Kumbya, Kumbya
Oh Rosy, Kumbya.
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Leo LaFleur Saint John, New Brunswick
‘Musicianship and Production is second to none, a world class Recording… Leo creates a world of song that follows no trend, a truly original.’-Jeff Liberty of the CBC's Take on Leo's new EP, 'What Haunts your Road?'
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