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People Talk
03:41
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They wrap their tongues around the wind
They yap and yaw and spit and grin
They whistle lightly through their teeth
Hands in pockets, shufflin’ feet
People Talk
People Talk
They poke and prod and cradle on
They fill up space with idle yawns
They wrap their tongues around the wind
They yap and yaw and spit and grin
People talk
People talk
People talk
People talk
Their idle comment grazes my skin
Exposed nerves let it in
Signals travel down worn roads
Chemicals claim their given thrones
People talk
People talk
But I’m gonna let this one slide
Like cool water let it glide
Yeah, I’m gonna let this one go
Cause they don’t know what I know
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I know….
People talk
People talk
People talk
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2. |
Hatcher Pass
04:05
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Tripped over myself
Fell headlong to the earth
Kissed the roots of our sentry
And my mouth tastes of dirt
Take me to the river
For I can hardly see
I heard the truth upon the wind
Wrapped up in mystery
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that kingdom in the clouds
Where the ground is falling fast
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that lake in the sky
Heavenly looking glass
Take me back…
I smelled the sun
I could hardly breathe
The smoke from our fire
Is just fuel for the trees
My cheeks are aching
Got crows feet for grins
One moment of holy silence
And it wells up again
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that kingdom in the clouds
Where the ground is falling fast
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that lake in the sky
Heavenly looking glass
Take me back…
I swear you’ll be my
Desert solitaire
I swear I ain’t
Going anywhere
I swear you’ll be my
Desert solitaire
I swear I ain’t
Going anywhere
When I woke up
Well, I had been reborn
Couldn’t find my shoes
But my socks were barely worn
Camp don’t pack itself
We rambled on our way
But I swear to God
I’ll be back one day!
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that kingdom in the clouds
Where the ground is falling fast
Take me back
On up Hatcher Pass
To that lake in the sky
Heavenly looking glass
Take me back…
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3. |
For Me
03:03
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Trying real hard to get myself outta bed
I'm trying real hard to get my needs met
Trying to figure out what the hell I want
Trying to get a job at some restaurant
If I were to leave town tomorrow
Or maybe sometime next week
Could I outrun my shadow?
Would I be doing it for me?
I know it's not my fault I can't read your mind
I know it don't make me unkind
I know the silence can be rough
I have trouble feeling enough
If I were to leave town tomorrow
Or maybe sometime next week
Could I outrun my shadow?
Would I be doing it for me?
Why's it gotta be so damn hard
Don't have this kind of trouble when I write a card
The truth flows when it's set in ink
But language flies away when I start to speak
Don't want to live all my live
A scared little bird too afraid to fly
It's time to make some room for me
To put it all together and to let it breathe
If I were to leave town tomorrow
Or maybe sometime next week
Don't know if I could outrun my shadow
But I'd be doing it for me
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4. |
Our Love
05:32
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Can you see it coming down the line
I can feel it creeping in
Its pace is slow, but it keeps on moving
Guess I’ll hang on 'till the end
It took shape when we least expected
Growing big 'n strong 'n tall
Feeds on joy, love, and expectations
The scariest monster of them all
Our love
Is the monster in the closet
Our love
Hidin' out under the stairs
Our love
Is growing ever stronger
Our Love
Lives for the scare
They said don’t feed it after midnight
We fed that beast all night long
Keep it locked up in full moonlight
Don’t you bend to it’s mournful song
Our love
Is the monster in the closet
Our love
Hidin' out under the stairs
Our love
Is growing ever stronger
Our Love
Lives for the scare
All grows quiet in our cabin by the river
There's a choice, ours alone to bear
Our tongues are dry, mouths are moving wordless
Eyes decide, across electric air
The beast is sleeping, doesn't hear us comin'
The knife draws soft, whispers against the wind
It slips in easy, splits the beast asunder
We traveled so far, but tonight it had to end
Our love
Is the monster in the closet
Our love
Hidin' out under the stairs
Our love
Is growing ever stronger
Our Love
Lives for the scare
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5. |
Telegraph
04:24
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Friday night
Nowhere to go
It's been a month
And I'm still on my own
Shiverin' away
These cold Oakland nights
Pick up the rag
They're in the know
Maybe tonight
Won't feel so alone
Heading uptown
To take in the sights
Telegraph take me in
The stork and a bottle of gin
Legionnaire's got my face on the wall
Telegraph take me in
This town's full of five-dollar friends
Friday it's got room for us all
Back of the bar
Hat pulled low
Glass is empty
My teeth start to show
Feeling warm
On these cold Oakland nights
Ears are ringing
Lights start to glow
Collar is hot
It’s high time I go
Ducking out
To take in the sights
Telegraph take me in
The stork and a bottle of gin
Legionnaire's got my face on the wall
Telegraph take me in
This town's full of five-dollar friends
Friday it's got room for us all
Wind blows cold
Clearing my head
Night's still young
But I'm heading for bed
Wheezing away
These cold Oakland nights
Feet are tired
A few blocks to go
Hard to believe
But it feels like home
Walkin’ uptown
To take in the sights
Telegraph take me in
The stork and a bottle of gin
Legionnaire's got my face on the wall
Telegraph take me in
This town's full of five-dollar friends
Friday it's got room for us all
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6. |
Kind Heart
04:46
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I'm pickin' up feathers
To learn the weight of my heart
They started coal black
When I was born in the dark
I'm following feathers
To guide my way
They're coming up white
In the light of day
May I be light as a feather
Come my final days
Sure I've toed a fine line
But I have a kind heart all the same
I've got a kind heart all the same
I'm collecting feathers
To mark the insights I've gained
They're red as the blood
Flowing through my veins
May I be light as a feather
Come my final days
Sure I've toed a fine line
But I have a kind heart all the same
I've got a kind heart all the same
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Kyle J. Glenn Portland, Oregon
As he reflects on the dichotomies of modern life, Kyle’s brand of folk unfolds as unapologetic stories. His tracks ebb and
flow between tension and resolution, taking listeners on a dynamic and emotionally captivating sonic journey.
With a wide-range of influences, today he cites Gillian Welch, John Prine and The Mountain Goats as musicians that have helped him forge his own sound as an artist.
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