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Dusty Road
03:03
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DUSTY ROAD
Elkwood Bar - Early 2008
Driving Fast... Beneath and endless sky
Dirt cracks the tear ... in the corner of my eye
On Dusty Road... Dusty Road... Dusty Road
I still remember... the day I drove away
You were holding back my children... as you sent on my way
Down Dusty Road... Dusty Road...Dusty Road
I'll keep on searching until the day I find
A way that leads me back to you
Until then I'll wind
Down Dusty Road
I'll wind my way down Dusty Road...
Oh I'll wind my way down that Dusty Road
Our parents suffered long and hard as each one passed away
Long we mourned, they turned to dust
The wind blew them away
Down Dusty Road... Dusty Road... Dusty Road
I'll keep on searching until the day I find
A way that leads me back to you
Until then I'll wind
Down Dusty Road
I'll wind my way down Dusty Road...
Oh I'll wind my way down that Dusty Road
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Mountain of My Pride
04:00
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MOUNTAIN OF MY PRIDE
Elkwood St., November 8th 2015
D G D G
And I know in myself... If I grow all alone
D G Em7 A7
I would never have the comfort of your hand
There's something deep inside ... its the mountain of my pride
I can hear you hoping I'll climb down
Every now and then... I still remember when
You wanted me to leave my past behind
Help me to forget... I wasn't ready yet
And let go of the things I'll never find
There's something deep inside ... its the mountain of my pride
I can hear you hoping I'll climb down
Bm A G A
Oh ooooh Oh Ooh
Bm A G A
Oh ooooh Oh Ooh
Every now and then... I still remember when
You wanted me to leave my past behind
Help me to forget... I wasn't ready yet
And let go of the things I'll never find
Bm A G A
Something deep inside ... its the mountain of my pride
I can hear you hoping I'll climb down
Bm A G A
Oh ooooh Oh Ooh
D G D G
And I know in my heart ..... If I grow all alone
D G Em7 A7
I would never have the comfort of your hand
There's something deep inside ... its the mountain of my pride
I can hear you hoping I'll climb down
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Old Country Song
03:01
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OLD COUNTRY SONG
05/29/16 Elkwood Bar
On a long desert highway on a dark lonely night
When you need miles behind you before the daylight
Your eyelids grow weary in the light of the moon
Desperately in need of an old country tune
I get love and mental health tips reggae n' Jesus
I know all of these stations are trying to please us
I get electronic musings and the jazz is confusing
I need stimulation to stop me from snoozing
I get bootleg Dead concerts and I listen for a while
Sometimes a little country creeps into their style
But the Dead don't bring comfort like a sad lonesome tune
When Hank Williams paints clouds on the face of the moon
Hypnotized in the dark the white line keeps the beat
You can tap on the dashboard but you can't tap your feet
In the desert in Nevada the roads are so long
I'm just looking for a station with an old country song
I get static n' silence rock rap n' violence
Piano concertos n' opera galore
I've been fiddling a while with the radio dial
I'm beginning to think I can't take any more
I get local news daily n' talk shows about cars
I get talkshows about aliens from Mexico and Mars
Headlights in the distance shoot up to the sky
Another UFO is passing me by
Hypnotized in the dark the white line keeps the beat
You can tap on the dashboard but you can't tap your feet
In the desert in Nevada the roads are so long
I'm just looking for a station with an old country song
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Was a Farmer
02:53
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Was a farmer had a wife
Was the best thing in his life
Farmers wife would milk the cow
Pail would ring and sing aloud
Cat would sniff around the pail
Watch the mouse and twitch his tail
Mouse was hiding in the hay
Mowed and pitched there yesterday
Pitchfork stood there by the hoe
The one that chopped the garden row
Garden fed the farmer’s son
His wife’s first and only one
Was a farmer had a wife
Was the best thing in his life
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Hobo Jungle
03:42
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HOBO JUNGLE
Steal into Hobo Jungle stepping down through pucker-brush stickers stuck in dirty socks hot dirty feet baptized in shallow cool eddies wash away sins into deep pools of the river
Fires leap high watching sparks and ash float down into open lid cans
Standing in sandy circles by railroad tracks watching black smokestacks looming over rails and railroad ties grapevines tied and trained row on row crosses holy outstretched arms on headstones black crows in graveyards peck at vines while sun glints on rails as the train goes slow watching black sleek crows circle slowly seeking grapes and warily watching hobos
Blackberries in plastic hoops sheltered from flocks of swallows dip and swoop beaks glide low for mud and scoop riverbank holes
Huffs and puffs belching black smoke clicks and clacks steel wheels stroke by Hobo Jungles hiding under riverside steep slopes
Men with broken hats sleep and hide with broken lives maintain their pride In the Hobo Jungle by the riverside slide down muddy banks to wash their sins and cleanse their souls
Pork and bean cans laid in coals plastic draped over willow poles the whistling train comes to save their souls The train whistles by the graveyard and comes to save their souls The train whistling by the graveyard arrives to save their souls
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Halo
02:06
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OK so there is no vocal on this track... working on it. Here are the lyrics:
HALO
Halo, there’s a halo
Shining gently in the snow
And I don’t know where to go
as I contemplate the winter of my life
I was always chasing rainbows through the storm
Shoved my hands deep in my pockets to keep them warm
Passing through the shadows to the light
Angel, there’s an angel
She closed the wound in my heart
Love until death do us part
Took me from the dark into the light
I was always chasing rainbows through the storm
Shoved my hands deep in my pockets to keep them warm
Passing through the shadows to the light
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Mark Ames Thousand Oaks, California
For Sync and Licensing
805-217-2198
Mark Ames has been writing and
singing songs since the 70’s. He plays guitar, flute, piano and composes in a wide variety of Genres. He has composed for Choral, Orchestral, Soundscapes, String Trios and various ensembles including Electronica, Rock, Blues, Jazz and Folk.
Reality is one thing... but perception is everything
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A variety of moods, all very slick and intelligent. Strong and agile musicianship. Compositions that show an ability to manage detail while freely improvising both individual voices and overall form.
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Amazingly versatile within an immediately recognizable and cohesive style. Tight musicianship, great compositions and arrangements, meaningful lyrics, smart and seriously folksy... Beautiful!
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