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Twelve days on the same tank of gas
Must be the holidays
And a mid afternoon nap
I’m dreaming everything will last
As long as you don’t stop
As long as you don’t stop
I see you take my breath apart
I’m watching you dance for the first time
My eyes are shut but it’s not dark
I feel you dancing for the first time
As long as you don’t stop
As long as you don’t stop
I will never change my ways for you
I think you like the things I do
And I know just what you would say
Will your voice always match eyes
The way they do when I arrive
Would you marry me
Would you help me climb into your tree
Feed me little seeds
Get to the root before I bleed
As long as you don’t stop
As long as you don’t stop
The sky is black off to the south
Your stain is in my mouth
And IO wait the wait
The sweetest time
No clock could ever capture.
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Billboard Town
03:54
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What ya gonna do if the cows come home
And catch us looking this way
I watched her dance
She was beautiful
I made the bed
We took a walk
Past billboard town
And Watch the sun sink
Into the ground
I don’t think it could have been better
With the river so close at hand
I don’t know if I had let her
Keep me from breaking in
Listening to your stories
I think I understand
How far away you feel
But I know you’re come back again
I never imagined forgetting your face but I did
I never imagined forgetting your voice but I did
I never imagined forgetting myself but I did
What ya gonna do if the cows come home
And catch us looking this way
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Take One two
04:53
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Although I hold no claim to you'
I have staked out your heart and that is true
And if you choose to use these tools to build with another
i will dance around this sacred ground
Where your heart lies
I heard you were pregnant
Just before you moved away
We shall balance on our words as secrets
Planets we are not and shall never be again
There are no rules between us and they are heard by me
The though of you in bed and hearing your calls
Tending your fire with mine
I try to go back to bed but your words are stinging
Alright so I was at the dentist
He said this tooth is cracked and it has to come out
So I let him take it out
And I kept it and i looked at it
Didn’t seem cracked to me
If you were watching me
Find your spots those moments
And I thought to myself
Should I send this to you
Something permanent
Something a 1000 years from now
Might be in someone's drawer
In a box
With a cross
On top
And I leaned down to kiss you
And watch you float away
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Justin Townes Earle
04:17
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The storm you said was coming
finally came
I saw you slipping and sliding
Through the rain
Well I know that feeling
Checking out
Too much of something rushing in
I light a candle for the rest
I will not ask where you’ve been
And I’ll take to the road
And I’ll never look back
I’ll hitch my fate to strangers
A few precious things
In a small gunny sack
Justin Townes Earle
I know where you’re going
I’ve seen you the rear view mirror
As I had my car west
Headed west
It won’t be the last time
I think this way
I heard the news
You’ve gone away
I ’ll follow the sun
To some promise land
Where everything and nothing
Go hand in hand
Oh the saints, the saints, the saint of lost causes
After the sun went down
I saw you by the fire
I had something to say
And there was no one around
I’m drifting over the landscape and I’m crying
I know that feeling
Checking out
Too much of something rushing in
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What a Life
05:17
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What a life,
Panhandling,
What a life.
It's not as attractive to me
As it was when I was young.
Ninety degrees in the heat and a small piece of cardboard
Sprinkled with change as the people walk b
y
Baby in your carriage
Is sleeping in the morning
Warm bottle in your bag for him.
Warm bottle in your bag for him.
Plaza full of buses,
Shopping cart full of metal
Mixed with the people who do
Business every day.
Rolling papers
And a cell phone not charged.
Your cloths might have been given to you.
With little or nothing to do.
There is safety in numbers,
When you're hung out to dry.
We have families, we have cites,
We have states, and we have countries.
We have oceans full of water, lands far away
We have two billion people, all want just one thing
Some place to go when it starts to rain
Some place to go when it starts to rain
I have some I love and some who love me,
I have time to sleep and time to play,
I have work to keep the demons away
Some times I see the storm coming
And just can't get away
Can't find my shelter, and I’m caught in the rain,
Waiting, watching what I would call insane.
Money can't buy you happiness
But it can buy you a haircut
What a life,
Panhandling
What a life that has been given to me
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Three Striped Gum
03:30
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Three striped gum
Falls out of an old dresser drawer
Fills my head with memories from before
Causes me to close the door
I feel rotten to the core
Three striped gum
Falls out of my pocket in the rain
What would have happened if i played the game
I'd only have my self to blame
And baby thats so god damn lame
Selfish oh ya thats selfish
Three striped gum
In a bag full of socks
Down in the basement in a box
I always thought they were lost
Or maybe inadvertently they got tossed
Now i find them in a box
Maybe i'm the one thats lost
Looking west when the sun sets in the sky
A vision of beauty that i cant deny
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Out in the Sun
03:52
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Here I go again
Rambling on and on
On down the line
Looking for time
This way and that way
And all ways between it
Find myself squeezed
And I don’t really mean it
But now I am
Now I’m the man I am
Taking it everywhere
No \where to go
The flowers that sprout up
They don’t even know
Who I think I am
I’m the man I am
Is this the way
Or is that something else
I come here looking for something
Outside of myself
Take me right down off the shelf
Don’t leave me out in the sun
Don’t you point that gun at me
Oh I’m lucky
Lucky to be something I want to be
Make me your angel in the morning
Make me the devil disgust
I despise
Oh I been thinking
Thinking too much
Thinking too much
And that drinking thing
drinkin thing
Got me again and again and again
Oh I Running
Getting nowhere
Oh don’t leave me out in the sun
Don’t point that gun at me
Threatened by life
That’s not the way
I want to live
Lets start today
I know better ways
Lets see some better days
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The Storm
02:26
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Flowers that are grown from seed surround me
No lesson could be harder for me to see
I’m walking in the graveyard
And I’m sitting down by a tree
I crossed that river yesterday baby
What more do you want from me
I’m loosing something precious
Something tattered and torn
Say goodbye to the sunshine
I’m headed into a storm
I, I, I, I, I‘m driving down the highway
And I, I, I, I, I ain't looking back
Just leave me in the morning
Just before I wake
Lose something precious
Something so tattered and worn
Keep me in the sunshine
And shelter me from the storm
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You have a certain way about you
Something both smart and clear
You should live in Europe
They’d appreciate you there
Birds with their simple ways
Wake up early, stay busy all day
I’m digging a hold to China
I hope I find what I need on the way
Maybe I would head for the desert
Maybe I would wander alone
Maybe I’ll just start drinking
And never ever ever leave home
I dream about my daddy’s knee
He grew up on a farm
Our garden took up half the back yard
The sun would set with little regret
Gallon of milk a day, gallon of milk a day
Odd little flower
Blooming at night
I hope I never forget
What I said and where I said it
Why I said it, said what I did
I might call it a path
You might call it a dream
Last time I saw blood
It was on a sewing machine
Venetian blind tattoo
My favorite picture of you
I can’t watch the news
I don’t dream the same dreams
Yes, I am getting older
You know I am getting older
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Sometimes When I Dream
05:03
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The sun through the window
Bare trees and a southern sky
Birds in the air
Gliding way up high
They see the trouble
I am going to send your way
Those birds
In that Southern sky
Sometimes when I drink
The ghosts they come around
We tend to play catch up
And pick through the lost and found
There's a tent in the woods
With a bike and a chair
I walk past every day
But I never see anyone there
I'm a walking with a limp
Still doing what I can
I hope you know that I'm trying
Well I have these words
And yards of faded glory
I hope I hope I hope you understand
I secede myself tonight
Not much time to get back home
Silly silly me
Lost in rhapsody
One fine skinned knee memory
I see my father in the garden and its nineteen sixty five
He's wearing his khaki pants
A drink in his hand he's shirtless
Practicing his farewell dance
I'm in the grass and watching
Two fingers measuring his drink
And he says son he says son I need just Two more inches
Say hello to Joe
Well he's taking out the trash
We share a bit of land
And a little wooden fence
I hear his troubles
As they spill out of his house
We do our best to be
Good neighbors
I secede myself tonight
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Hot Tonight
05:24
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Well the neighborhoods
Still hot tonight
From the afternoons punishing sun
And the electric grid
Is singing a song
And everybody’s windows are humming along
Every morning I pass
A shirtless man
Standing on the corner
Outside of a bar
He’s got a look on his face
Like he is waiting for someone
And I wonder if they ever arrive
Every time I see you I want to say I am sorry
Sorry for slipping away
I get to the edge of where I left you
And you say its ok
Ya you say its ok
The call that never came
I help you out of bed
Down to the store to get your meds
Are you still wondering
Where I am
I can barely hear you from here.
My little book of words
Freshens up my mind
After the storm
Shaving away the promises that I have broken
Picking up the pieces
Listen for your breathing
Some remain
Some are gone
But the brightest lights
That I’ve ever known
You build the fire and I wander away
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Where Has the Sun Gone
04:48
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Oh you tell what you want
Yea, you tell me what you need
I can’t give you nothin honey
But this pretty little seed
Where has the sun gone
And is it gone forever
Is it coming back
Should we just give it some time
I ask you what you hear
I ask you what you see
You sound like the wind
High up in a tree
Yea we make a little something
We drink a little wine
We open up our hearts tonight
We’re hopeful for a time
Oh where has the sun gone
Is it gone forever
Is it coming back someday
Should we just give it time
Our love is being tested
In the darkness
Out of sight
I suppose that’s the best way
When the days are endless nights
Sometimes my hearts so empty
The illusion of time so unfilled
I hope, I hope in the spring time
We can start to rebuild
Oh where did the sun go
And Is it gone forever
Will it come back someday
And should we just give it some time
Oh where did the sun go
And Is it gone forever
Will it be back someday
And should we just give it some time
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Rescue Box Providence, Rhode Island
For me music has been a constant companion for as long as I can remember. That companionship has not always been comforting.
For all the years that I couldn't or wouldn't put the work in I still followed along and wanted to join in.
The process fills so many voids.It is the conversation with myself that I find so necessary. The loners log in a way.
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