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Stephen (http://www.macjams.com/artist/Saltaireguru77) sent me a song a while ago, and it became this. It's been a pleasure to work with him -- to work with someone who is, quite honestly, a better guitarist than I am, especially in this setting. He swings with the beat, and it feels natural to blow harp and sing over his playing.
He covered guitar, I covered harmonica, and we split the duty on both vocals and lyrics.
He covered guitar, I covered harmonica, and we split the duty on both vocals and lyrics.
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Lyrics
From The Cradle
I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs. Oh I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs -- said,
"I'll carve you out a hollow land, and all your milk will run dry."
Each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away. Yes each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away.
You dare to bend my back, Lord? I'll beat you into scattered hay.
Till the rivers cease their frothing, I will be your wicked son. Aw, shrivel me amid your laughing, smile upon your wicked son.
No, I don't ask for much, lord -- let me run, let me run.
I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back. Now I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back.
I want a city made of gold, man, I want to see the world crack.
(Inst)
I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, it's gone and sucked my life away. I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, oh, gone and sucked my life away.
The air, it smells of brass and fear, and the water's dried to grey.
(Inst)
This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land. This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land --
You slipped from my sickly grasp, in search of riches down the Rio Grande.
So I climbed out of the cradle, tried to turn my life around. Yes I climbed out of my cradle, tried to turn my life around.
It's taken all I've got to give, but still I'm sinking down.
I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs. Oh I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs -- said,
"I'll carve you out a hollow land, and all your milk will run dry."
Each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away. Yes each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away.
You dare to bend my back, Lord? I'll beat you into scattered hay.
Till the rivers cease their frothing, I will be your wicked son. Aw, shrivel me amid your laughing, smile upon your wicked son.
No, I don't ask for much, lord -- let me run, let me run.
I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back. Now I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back.
I want a city made of gold, man, I want to see the world crack.
(Inst)
I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, it's gone and sucked my life away. I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, oh, gone and sucked my life away.
The air, it smells of brass and fear, and the water's dried to grey.
(Inst)
This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land. This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land --
You slipped from my sickly grasp, in search of riches down the Rio Grande.
So I climbed out of the cradle, tried to turn my life around. Yes I climbed out of my cradle, tried to turn my life around.
It's taken all I've got to give, but still I'm sinking down.
gadzooks
Wow, I like it ... has that authentic blues sound and feel to the performance. Like the guitar ... a lot! Nice dueling vocals ... they contrast well ... good and whiny like a blues song should ... yeah, the harp's cool too! You're hired...Really enjoyed the stripped down realness to this.
Cheers