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Firewood & Rust
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Firewood & Rust
© 8/2017 G. LaMonte
You’re just a broken wagon wheel, only gone so far
Last time you laid down to rest, wound up where you are
There ain’t no fixin’ you and you ain’t movin’ on
The world still turns beneath you like a song, a sad, sad song
You still hear the music, but you can’t make it on your own
So, you tune into the universe on some old radio
All you get is static in this house that ain’t no home
And you wait for someone else to break down real close
BRIDGE/CHORUS
A feather with no wing, a lyric you can’t sing
And you’re missin’ everything that you had before
Wheel without a wagon, fire without that dragon
You are what you are, and you can’t be anymore
A wheel, it ain’t no wheel lyin’ in the dust
No comin’ back from this … firewood and rust
You’re the heartbreak in that song you wrote
That you can’t bear to sing
Reminds you of the love you had – you messed up everything
Hurts too much to try again, so you ain’t gonna let it
Tell ‘em all you settled down … baby, you just settled
BRIDGE/CHORUS
You’re just a broken wagon wheel lyin’ in the dust
No comin’ back from this … firewood and rust
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That's Not the Moon
04:40
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That’s Not the Moon
© LaMonte 5/2017
There’s a light in my window that shines like the moon
But that's not the moon
There’s a flame in my heart that burns just like you
But that's not you
What does it say when your world fades away
And everything that you do
Looks like your love but it ain’t
And that’s not the moon – That’s not the moon
There’s a smile on your face and I can see it from here
Baby, that’s not your smile
And I know how this goes and we’ll both be alone
In a little while
What does it say when the colors all fade
Till your whole world ain’t nothin’ but blue
It still looks like your love but it ain’t
And that’s not the moon – That’s not the moon
Bridge:
That’s not the light I remember – the light that I know
The light that shines under your skin
Not the feelin’ I felt when I didn’t know
Where you ended and where I begin
There’s a light in the sky and it looks like the sun
But that can’t be the sun
Because if it was, you’d think it’d be shinin’
On everyone
What does it say when your world fades away
And everything that you do
Looks like your love, but it ain’t
And that’s not the moon – That’s not the moon
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Myth Addict
04:56
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Myth Addict
© LaMonte 10/2018
I’m a myth addict – Tell myself stories
Over and over until I believe
The facts, they don’t matter
It’s the story I’m after
I get high on these threads I weave
I am a princess runs with dragons
I am a kind and benevolent king
I am the madman come from the forest
I am the wizard who knows everything
I am the drunk in the alley so broken
And I am the child who does everything wrong
Your stories and mine are so sweetly entwined
You hear yourself in my songs
I’m a myth addict – Tell myself stories
Over and over until I believe
The facts, they don’t matter
It’s the truth that I’m after
I get high on these threads I weave
I am three sisters in search of their fortune
I am the secret that no one can tell
I am the fool and uncomfortable laughter
I am three witches and I am the spell
I close my eyes and I see the faces
Remember places that I’ve never been
I am the hero and I am the villain
And I am the truth that lies in between
I’m a myth addict – Tell myself stories
Over and over until I believe
The facts, they don’t matter
It’s the story I’m after
I get high on these threads I weave
I’m a myth addict threadin’ that needle
Twistin’ and turning, blood and bone deep
I’m a myth addict – Tell myself stories
Over and over until I believe
Over and over
I’ll make you believe
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Can't Be Your Sunshine
06:27
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Can’t Be Your Sunshine © 9/2015 G. LaMonte
Slow march of sandhill cranes
Summer long drivin’ rain
Water stands, ‘cause it’s got no place to go
Comin’ storm, clouds will cry
I think I may never get dry
Old oak limbs hangin’ heavy and low
CHORUS
And it occurs to me that I don’t love you like the breeze on my skin
I think it’s safe to say I can’t love you like this rain – never endin’
Fallen short of every promise that I’ve made
I can’t be your sunshine in the shade
Water still, like a looking glass
One breath, the picture’s gone like that
My world is green, but this sky is wet and gray
Wind trails, leaves the trees behind
Out here no one seems to mind
Nothin’ lasts but this constant state of change
CHORUS
Wish I were solid like the earth at my feet
Wish I were constant like the river flowin’ free
I said forever, but that’s a long, long time
Wish I were made of stronger stuff
Yeah, I love you – but that’s not good enough
I can’t love you like this forest loves her pine
And it occurs to me that I don’t love you like the breeze on my skin
I think it’s safe to say I can’t love you like this rain – never endin’
And it occurs to me that I don’t love you like the hawk takes to wing
I think it’s safe to say I can’t love you like the winter melts in spring
Fallen short of every promise that I’ve made
I can’t be your sunshine in the shade
And it occurs to me that I don’t love you like the breeze on my skin
I think it’s safe to say I can’t love you like this rain – never endin’
Fallen short of every promise that I’ve made
I can’t be your sunshine in the shade
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To Tell the Truth
08:15
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To Tell the Truth © 2/2018 G. LaMonte
To tell the truth, I didn’t recognize you
I just thought you were beautiful
To tell the truth, I never meant to stay for more than just one moment
One sip of your soul and then I knew
To tell the truth, I’m kind of selfish
I often take more than I give
To tell it straight, you make me want to turn my world around
And find a better way to live
CHORUS:
But when you’re gone, I know I can’t sustain this
Honestly, honesty is not my stronger suit
So let’s skip the pain and heartache before this all begins
This lifetime there’s no time for us
To tell the truth
I could say we’d be good together
Well, you’d be good for me, and I would wear you down
Another space and time, we might dream a real forever
But baby, right in the here and now
CHORUS:
But when you’re gone, I know I can’t sustain this
Honestly, honesty is not my stronger suit
So let’s skip the pain and heartache before this all begins
This lifetime there’s no time for us
To tell the truth
BRIDGE:
So leave me to my love affairs that ain’t love
And I’ll leave you to a better fate than this
I’ll write it on my soul, and somewhere down the road
There’s a lifetime with you someday
That I don’t want to miss
CHORUS:
But when you’re gone, I know I can’t sustain this
Honestly, honesty is not my stronger suit
So let’s skip the pain and heartache before this all begins
This lifetime there’s no time for us
To tell the truth
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Angels
05:03
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Angels © 10/2017 G. LaMonte
My angels worry me like a stone in my shoe
My angels worry me like a stone in my shoe
Til’ I get right with them, ain’t nothing I can do
My angels worry me
My angels lay me down like a bullet in my chest
My angels lay me down like a bullet in my chest
So weary of this world – just lookin’ for some rest
My angels lay me down
CHORUS:
Now, I can’t fly … I can’t fly … I can’t fly … away
I can’t fly … Wish I could fly … I can’t fly … but I can pray
My angels hold me fast like a lover in a storm
My angels hold me fast like a lover in a storm
Might be an angel, too; but, oh, my wings are torn
My angels hold me fast
My angels carry me when I can’t get off the ground
My angels carry me when I can’t get off the ground
Someday I’ll fly again; yeah, it all comes around
My angels carry me
CHORUS
My angels carry me
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One Thing At a Time
05:44
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One Thing at a Time
© G. LaMonte 4/2018
Pipelines and parking lots grow faster than the trees
That are slowly disappearing with the oxygen we breathe
She can’t save the whole world – But she scoops them one by one
Moving tiny roots on down the road before the backhoes come
You can’t do it all yourself – so don’t you even try
But you can do one thing at a time
They’ve leveled off the hilltops and they’ve stripped the earth right down
Once they’ve stolen all they can, they’re off to kill another town
He finds himself a broken mountain, buys one acre at a time
Hopes to get it all paid off and reclaimed before he dies
You can’t do it all yourself – so don’t you even try
But you can do one thing at a time
One tiny life, on broken wing
One hungry soul, one song to sing
You can’t do it all
Makes you want to cry
Oil spills into the gulf and coats the seagull’s wings
They’d rather pay the penalties for the profit black gold brings
One tiny heart beats in her hands, she scrubs the tar away
A hundred more may die tonight, but this one flies away
You can’t do it all yourself – so don’t you even try
But you can do one thing at a time
You can’t do it all yourself – so don’t you even try
But you can do one thing at a time
Got to do something
Yes, you can do one thing at a time
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Drift
05:06
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Drift
© 2/2016 G. LaMonte
Slow she rolls – tannin brown
Feeds the trees that feed her
And when she flows underground
And you can’t see her
She still eddies, curls
Like this ribbon is the gift
Slows my soul right down
All I wanna do is …
CHORUS
Drift – gonna stare up at the sky
Float lazy like a leaf along the way
Sink – gonna drop myself right in
Gonna bathe my aching soul, I’m gonna pray
Rise – gonna turn and taste the sun
And every time my life runs too swift
Gonna make my way down the Santa Fe
Pour myself in and drift
Bend my knee like cypress
Take my time to grow
Feel the water wash over me
Watch the manatee roll
Might lift my head and dry my wings
And close my eyes a bit
Don’t need to do much of anything
All I wanna do is …
CHORUS
Drift river - Sink river - Rise river – Drift
CHORUS
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Where the Long Peas Grow
03:27
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Where the Long Peas Grow
© LaMonte 2018
I drew my first breath here
This is where the world begins
The trees they are my body
Her branches are my limbs
I’ve walked every step of riverbank
In times of drought and flood
The water of this land is my blood
We thought to share this river
They thought it theirs to keep
We fought to hold our homes here
They killed us in our sleep
They sold the sky above us
And they took the land below
And they built upon the riverbanks
Where the long peas grow
CHORUS
I was here before you
My body may be gone
You can’t chain my spirit
And you can’t change my song
When all the waters rise again
As they all surely will
This river will take back
Every drop of blood’s been spilled
Cypress, slaves and phosphate
Turned that water muddy brown
They turned that mud into gold
‘Til the railroad shut her down
Now time has turned her back again
And you can find my soul
All along the riverbank
Where the long peas grow
CHORUS
I drew my first breath here
This is where the world begins
The trees they are my body
Her branches are my limbs
I’ve walked every step of riverbank
In times of drought and flood
The water of this land is my blood
Time has turned her back again
And you can find my soul
All along the riverbank
Where the long peas grow
I drew my first breath here
This is where the world begins
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10. |
Due North
04:18
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Due North
(c) G. LaMonte 10/2015
You traced my shape upon your stars
Wrote my name in your sky
Pointed me due North
So you could find your way on the darkest night
You honored me - Begged me shelter
Stretched me like canvas – Wore me like cloak
To your warrior’s art, I played my part
And I fell in the dance to his spear in one stroke
Your children – my cubs
We lived with each other and that was enough
Took what we needed - But we never took more
Until your lights burned brighter
Than the stars in your sky
And now due North’s forgotten
And now there is slaughter … and now there is war
A war I have no heart to wage
It seems you have no heart at all
And so, due North, your compass fades
And I am just some trophy for your wall
Honor lost, collecting dust
A relic tossed aside – have you no soul?
The wounded – the abandoned cubs
And no one counts the stars that fall
Your children – my cubs
We lived with each other and that was enough
Took what we needed - But we never took more
Until your lights burned brighter
Than the stars in your sky
And now due North’s forgotten
And now there is slaughter … and now I’m no more
Just some stars in your sky … pointing due North
I’m just some stars in your sky – pointing due North
I’m just some stars in your sky – pointing due North
I’m just some stars in your sky
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Waking Panther
05:43
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Waking Panther
G. LaMonte (6/2013)
Waking Panther gently from his sleep
Waking Panther gently from his dream
He once walked this sacred ground
Now his footsteps are nowhere found
Waking Panther gently from his sleep
Waking Panther gently from his dream
Ask the Heron, ask the Crane
Ask the Sparrow, call his name
Ask Coyote, ask Brown Bear
Ask Gator, call him here
Waking Panther gently from his sleep
Waking Panther gently from his dream
Ask the wind, ask the wind, ask the wind, ask the wind
We are waking Panther gently from his sleep
We are waking Panther gently from his dream
He once walked this sacred ground
Now his footsteps we pray are sunward bound
We are waking Panther gently from his sleep
We are waking Panther gently from his dream
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Mama Gina Tampa, Florida
Award winning singer/songwriter & wanderlust ... fearless story-telling ... bluesy vocals ... humor ... straight-ahead, rhythmic, 12 string acoustic guitar ... djembe ... frame drums ... all weft and warp of the soul of this bard
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