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Backroads
03:31
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Backroads
(by Connor Garvey and Shannon Wurst)
She’s driving down the highway
And exits to the backroads Driving slow
Sees shopkeep on the corner & children selling lemonade
Sees it clear on the back way
We are bodies in motion
who we are is how fast we go
shoot straight through the heart
or take the long way around
He’s riding on his bicycle
feels the sun the bumps the wind
feels it all pedaling
Every man that passes by
surly has the dream to fly
His feet grow wings
pedaling
We are bodies in motion
who we are is how fast we go
shoot straight to the heart
or take the long way around
I am just walking
as the leaves hold off the rain
making a beat, making a sound
Off of the street, I am what’s around
Connection’s complete with my feet on the ground
We are bodies in motion
who we are is how fast we go
shoot straight through the heart
or take the long way around
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2. |
Move On
02:45
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Move On
(by Connor Garvey)
I walked along where the ocean meets the land
at least where it’s visible to me
and I drew out my angst with my toes in the sand watched waves clear it and wrote it again
and moved on
And the waves fell hard on the shore
brought cold winds to chill the core
so I drank some wine and I tried to forget
I put more clothes over ones that were wet
and I moved on, I tried to keep the same face on it’s getting cold
So I threw my sadness in the sea
hoping it’d wash away like sand
but being underwater makes it harder to breath
where does sadness go when it’s got no way to leave? So I moved on
Chorus
I walked along where the ocean meets the land
at least where it’s visible to me
and I drew out my angst with my toes in the sand
watched waves clear it and wrote it again
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3. |
The Reflection
03:57
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The Reflection
(by Connor Garvey)
The branches hold the dew
the lake it holds the moon and the distance disappears
reflection moves in time
and weathers ripples fine
as if the moon were here
But there’s a cloud between me and you
It’s hard for light to make it through
and I know the distance grows
This rope around in my chest
is pulling me out west
though what we have is fine
your roots are growing stronger
my time away is longer reflections out of line
But there’s a cloud between me and you
It’s hard for light to make it through
and I know the distance grows
and if the sun shines down and warms the ground
and lifts the fog will we see it all?
There’s a cloud round both of us
its getting hard for us to trust
the sun will shine- we’ll feel its glow the distance grows
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4. |
Pencil Frame
04:30
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Pencil Frame
(by Connor Garvey)
There’s an empty frame about head high
except eggshell paint there’s nothing in side
but oh, what great potential, so much can fit
in this frame of pencil once you commit
A young couple moved in a real fixer-upper
made renovations, good love and healthy supper
but oh, what great potential, so much can fit
in this frame of pencil once you commit
And once a year they’d climb the stairs to the unfinished room
they’d grab a chair and sit and stare and wonder what to do
to put a mirror or a window in their frame on the wall
or nothing at all
So they got engaged and they chose a date
for June the 4th why should they wait?
because oh, what great potential, so much could fit
in this frame of pencil once you commit
The family grew and they built new walls
and little feet ran down the halls
but oh, what great potential, so much can fit
in this frame of pencil once you commit
Chorus
Now they all grew old as all things just do
halls and walls and little shoes
kids moved out on their own
And they left the folks in the unfinished home
Now they spend their time atop the stairs
with the same sight from the same chairs
but the empty frame each day it changes
as their life slide show rearranges
And oh, what great memories, so much they fit
in this frame of pencil without touching it
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5. |
The Bird
05:53
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The Bird
(by Connor Garvey)
Standing on a platform high, stick on a rope in hand
People come from far and wide for the trapeze man
The circus comes once a year on the tracks from Illinois
Not much else comes through here to enjoy
Word here travels slow but travels nonetheless
I heard its his last show heard it will be his best
weighing in 195, a legend so I’ve heard
closest man to flight alive, they call him
The Bird
Should he let go a second too late
a second too soon we all know the fate
most wouldn’t try or ever let go
they’d swing ‘till they stopped release and walk home
this dangerous flight, that’s why we stare
freedom is flying for those who dare
The ticket taker took her toll, the crowd pushed to their seats
starts with a drum roll to quicken heart beats
they sat through the elephants & sat through the lions roar
silence the evidence of who the crowd was for
“Now ladies and gentlemen I hope you’ve enjoyed the show
we’ve got a special treat before you go
Man’s not made for flight, this I’m sure you’ve heard
but let me introduce tonight the man, the legend, the bird”
Chorus
The breathing and the music stopped
The Bird began to soar
eyes on the man up high,
thoughts on the floor
they’ve seen this show
before with flips all in-between
but he’s got something in store
ain’t nobody seen
Swinging momentum builds
a mother shields her eyes
fearing he might get killed
or lost to the skies
release...hearts in throats
release...bird just floats
Minutes passed and still he soared
the crowds all left and the closed the doors
they broke camp and the tent came down
they packed the train and headed out of town
He escaped the circus, escaped the show
at his peak he just let go
now in this town where truth is blurred
there’s talk of flight and a man, a legend, a bird
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6. |
Heart of the Ocean
05:10
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Heart of the Ocean
(by Connor Garvey)
You love the sea you love the ocean
can you love me as I ebb and I flow
A castle of sand built in a day
can you love me as I wash it away
I want to be your anchor I want to be your home
I want to be you shore So you’re never alone
Yesterday came as no surprise
water was rising in your eyes
and all of your fears that you couldn’t hide
you thought that my leaving was more than the tide
I want to be your anchor I want to be your home
I want to be you shore So you’re never alone
Time has come again I must go
can you love me as I ebb and I flow
As the heart of the ocean is pulled by the moon
the heart of me is pulled by you
I cannot be your anchor I cannot be your home
But I’ll be by your shore So you’re never alone
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7. |
Red-Winged Blackbird
03:50
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Red-Winged Black Bird
(by Connor Garvey)
If I were a bird I’d sing you to sky
In fading light of day, a summer’s lullaby
If I were a whale in cool depths of the sea
I’d sing of your name with slow intensity
But as a man I fall short
But as a man I fall short again
If I were a tree I’d grow tall for you
and reach out my arms in your golden hues
if I were a river I’d flow to your sea
carrying lost snow from the north country
But as a man I fall short again
But as a man I’ll sing best I can
Coyote calls to the blushing moon
Casanova Fall smiles and leaves swoon
I’d trade this guitar and these well seasoned words
to sing half as sweetly as a red-winged black bird
I’d give these eyes that have set on your skin
for the song of the seasons, the rivers, and oceans
Because as a man I fall short again
But as a man I’ll sing best I can
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8. |
Western Wind
03:50
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Western Wind
(by Connor Garvey)
I am sleeping in my car on the side of the road
somewhere in Oregon wood
It’s as beautiful now as it is lonely I’d take you here if I could
It’s a tight squeeze love for two, but I’m willing to try
Because the summers been too long
I am turning this car around
Yea the summers been too long
Western wind help me cover the ground.
I’ll be home when the leaves turn
But I’m turning first, yea I’m turning first, I’m turning now
It takes four chords now to paint you in song
last year it took me more.
I was half diminished and I hid you in augmented hues
I’d show a crack but not whole door
It’s a tight squeeze love for two, but I’m willing to try
Chorus
Each breath I breathe is carried east the wind will lay it at your feet
and make the roadside grasses dance and give this distance love a chance
over river gorge and Cascade Mountains, Idaho with hot spring fountains
to Iowa down the Mississippi, kiss the wind girl if you miss me.
Heartland football & domestic beer, the wind picks up its kindness here
and wears it like an autumn cloak through the cities of the eastern coast.
After mountains green and mountains white, the freeze thaw of September nights trees all race to drop their leaves but baby wont you wait for me!
Cause I’m turning first...
(Chorus)
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9. |
Hold Your Breath
04:22
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Hold Your Breath
(by Connor Garvey)
Darlin’ you know the money is thin
like leaves of a tree when the winter moves in
Darlin’ I don’t expect too much soon
a tree with no roots ain’t expecting a bloom
But if we just hold our breaths a minute more then we will know what the wait is for
Just hold our breaths a minute more...then we will know
I’ve just received government help
this searching for work isn’t filling the shelves
But this ain’t all I am lord knows I am trying I’m not slowly dying, I hope you can tell
Chorus
Word heard in passing is there’s work on the road it may fade quick so babe I must go
I’ll call you soon from a gas station pay-phone I’m hoping by then I’ll know when I’ll be home
We need to believe We need to believe
Chorus
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10. |
Monster
05:44
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Monster
(by Connor Garvey)
This too shall pass my little one
the morning will come and bring the sun
the monsters you dream of are not as big as the seem the morning will come and bring the sun
This too shall pass my good friend
work will be found and life will mend
the longer the wait the more you feel the change work will be found and life will mend
So let it wash over, let it wash over let it wash over...and then, let it go
This too shall pass lover of mine
we’ll weather the storm we’ll weather fine
this path that we walk on is not a path in the sun we’ll weather the storm we’ll weather time
This too shall pass this mess we’re in
fear will fight, but it won’t win
the strength of a love, will not be judged by a law fear will fight but love will win
Chorus
Seasons will change just let it go
there’s sun and there’s rain let it go
seasons are changing, the seasons are changing, seasons are changing let it go, let it go, let it go
This too shall pass my earthly days
I’ll drift into night I’ll fade away
this life that I’ve borrowed I’ll pass to youth in my stead I’ll drift into night I’ll fade away
Chorus
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11. |
Mountain Song
04:22
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Mountain Song
(inspired by “The Poem” by Rene Dumal by Connor Garvey)
Breathe in the mountain top
the challenge is behind you and everything has stopped breathe out and feel the ground
you cannot stay forever no you have to come back down
So why climb at all why climb at all at all
Standing where you stood before
the mountain is behind you now but you feel it in your core you’re waiting to climb again
you cannon sleep now that you’ve awaken
So why climb at all why climb at all at all
You climb, you see, you climb down, you see no more the challenge beyond the climb
is how to keep the vision from fading with time because you have seen it all, you have seen it all, it all
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Connor Garvey Portland, Maine
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