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Written by James Dake
We made a home, had our run
And when you reach the top
it’s as though you can look down upon the sun
But when our morning work’s begun
It’s true when something has a purpose
it’s meaning can still be none
But oh girl, oh look at what we’ve done
When nights are warm, days are long
We will find that we are
the only thing in here that’s kept us calm
Crimson morning, July dawn
Sometimes you find out what you wanted
was not what you wanted all along
But oh girl, oh July has come and gone
July has come and gone
July has come and gone
As the orange harvest moon
is eaten by the sky
and we’re left with no more empty afternoons
and the dark howling loon
Makes me question whether
there’s anything other than a sorrowed tune
Oh girl, oh winter came too soon
As the fruits ripen to red
I find myself asking how long
can something remain sweet even if dead
And our cold autumn bed
Leaves us wondering
whatever happened to the July red
But oh girl, oh look at the lives we’ve led
But oh girl, oh look at the lives we’ve led
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You always said
If you want some bread
You better pull the wheat from the ground
So I worked all night
Till the morning light
and I never made a single sound
But the early breeze
Over hills of trees
Weaved through the rising sun
I dropped my wheat
Unchained my feet
And I walked away from all I'd done
I left my keys
by the door
Laced my boots
for our time at war
I'll walk ten miles
out of town
just to see the cherries
coming down
You always told
stories so cold
You never understood where I was bound
For heavy words
You have got to learn
when to gently set them down
In your time
you will find
you can do all that you please
I traded wheat
Under all this heat
for some shade in the apple trees
I left my keys
by the door
Laced my boots
For our time at war
I'll walk ten miles
Out of town
just to see the cherries
coming down
coming down
coming down
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Written by James Dake
You'll never know what I saw
on the bridge over Mackinaw
Ghostly steps on the pier
Pain is far, love is near
I don't want to make amends, girl
I'm just asking for what it's worth
I don't want to leave you behind
questions ringing in my mind
Endless rows of cherry trees
Green eyes mirror the lakeside breeze
That old blue truck rides the shore
We'll make sunset, we did before
I don't want to make amends, girl
I'm just asking for what it's worth
I don't want to leave you behind
questions ringing in my mind
I can't seem to remember why
I decided to leave your side
You'll never know what I saw
on the bridge over Mackinaw
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Written by James Dake
It's been almost twenty years
Since my wife was dried of tears
And took her life when she didn’t hear
Of my return
The next week I was saved at war
A little boy found me on the shore
Of a beach where at least a thousand more
Had died
I returned just 8 days
After she had been swept away
And buried her by the bay
Where I proposed
Ever since I’ve been in this café
Buying drinks with my army pay
Hopelessly trying to find a way
To stand up
It seems to me that we need to find
Our way out of these copper mines
If we’re ever going to find
If we ever hope to find
Our gold
A sad story, but I think mine’s worse
Twenty years behind the wheel of a hearse
Every single chance I get I curse
This life
Hard at work, late one night
Through a glowing, full moon’s light
I drove my hearse home to the sight
Of my wife dead
I had to drive my love to her grave
Wishing I could turn around and save
Her soul from being engraved
In stone
Ever since I’ve been in this café
Buying drinks with my dead man’s pay
Hopelessly trying to find a way
To stand up
It seems to me that we need to find
Our way out of these copper mines
If we’re ever going to find
If we ever hope to find
Our gold
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Hold me closer darling cause the time is getting near
When I pick up my old suitcase and head on out the rear
Through the backdoor where we been living now and step into the night
And walk along the shadows painted by streetlights
Now I find it hard to understand or to believe
In something that doesn’t move me or make me want leave
But the only thing moving now is deep within my chest
And it’s always been a’ moving and never gets no rest
For twenty-something years I’ve done nothing but leave
Or try to get myself out of some place I didn’t want to be
And though I don’t know the name of this moving in my chest
It’s sure to be regret if ever you are left
So please leave
Please leave
With me
Now I’ve got this guitar and an old wool hat
And few other things that I want upon my back
But the only other thoughts I’ve had on my mind
Is when I’ll be going and if you’ll be behind
There’s a burning light moving now through the sweet fir trees
And it gently shakes the branches, begging me to leave
But I can yield to anything as long as it is true
And I won’t be heading home, darling, unless home is with you
So please leave
Please leave
With me
Hold me closer darling cause the time is getting near
When we pick up our suitcases and head on out the rear
Through the backdoor where we been living now and step into the night
And walk along our shadows painted by moonlight
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Song written by James Dake
First verse written by Amara Steinkraus
Dancing 'neath the stars so bright
Singing by firelight
Sit and watch the waves roll in
and think as time goes by
The moon shines high above
stars skate across the sky
without a trace it disappears
silence brings truth and love
And it opened the door again
And it opened the door again
It's all I see now
It's all I see now
And in the darkest light
unfolded endless night
that spread upon the land
that never was the same
Then scattered a sound
in which a peace was found
All that is truly known
is never given a name
And it opened the door again
And it opened the door again
It's all I see now
It's all I see now
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Do you remember those
Endless perfect days?
That we spent together
In the shade
Day & night
We held each other tight
On those late autumn days
There’s no place I would rather be
Than next to you, mixed in the leaves
Under the falling snow, beneath…
The
Late
Autumn
Trees
There’s no way of knowing
Which way the wind will take you
But my hand is here, waiting for you
To come my way
Dance my way
Do you miss the nights in the moonlight?
Love dancing in the fire
Looking to the skies
Into each other’s eyes
I’m tied
Twisted
Spinning all around
Flying
Falling
To the ground
Away
We’ll run
Without a sound
Take it
All and
Throw it down
Without a sound
Written by James Dake
There’s no way of knowing
Which way the wind is blowing
But I’m asking you to trust me
There’s no way of knowing
Which way the wind will take you
But my hand is here, waiting for you
To come my way
Dance my way
I want this to be true
Is it for you?
Or does it seem
To be just another
Late
Autumn
Dream
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Written by James Dake
Sycamores along the street
like old planted rows of wheat
like raspy old corn stalks
Taking time to reflect
on all the seasons we've wrecked
does our roots little good
Gray bones creak in the cold
stubborn and crookedly old
but our feet never move
There's always something pulling me on through
There's always something pulling me to you
How can I be paid for work
when it's only time I am worth
and now that time is yours
When all the fields and the land
are just capital to man
what will we produce
Sweet magnolias bloom
while storms o'er west gloom
and the pedals fall to the ground
There's always something pulling me on through
There's always something pulling me to you
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released October 3, 2011
