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Afterlife
05:04
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There’s an Appaloosa lyin’ in the dust
Died of thirst but the rider went down first
The rifle was loaded, the pistol hadn’t been fired
All the gold was in the saddle bags when they expired.
No shepherds in these fields, just the hawks and eagles
And the great beyond
Messengers carry the word in many ways
There's going to be better days in the Afterlife
There's a long black train pullin’ cross the plains tonight
One car stirrin’ and the lights still on inside
The big money game is winding down
The dealer cut up the cards
And shouted out for one last round.
Eyes meet eyes, stakes raised high
Everybody on board knows where this train is bound
I could dream, might believe, I could hear myself say
There's going to be better days in the Afterlife
If you're going into the Afterlife
Doesn’t make much sense to go unprepared
Things get busy on a 2-way Street
And you can’t say who you’re bound to meet
Take some care with your affairs
Share what you can spare,
Before you head up there
I could hope, I could wish, I could even pray
There's going to be better days in the Afterlife
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2. |
Babylon Blue
04:40
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No things aren't alright
They’re not as bad as you think
You could leave me here and let me drink
By closing time I should be just fine
Just need to mull it through
It’s been awhile and I’m overdue
For a rendezvous with Babylon Blue
Fingerprints on everything in this place
The cash register and the display case
Nothin much anyone would wanna touch
Evidence is scant and so are the facts
They searched everywhere in the front and the back
In the alley all they came up with were the tire tracks
The driver passing thru fit the description of Babylon Blue
Babylon Blue, Babylon Blue
Everybody got one, you wanted two
Nothing was ever enough for you
Babylon Blue
Don’t know what I felt first
Might have been the hunger
Could have been the thirst
Scrape off the rust, brush off the dust,
Splash some water on your face
Behind the primer & the paint
There’s always gonna be a trace
A trace or two of Babylon Blue
Pull down that big old book
Turn back the cover
Does one page really lead to another?
Is the story speaking to you?
Does any of it ring true?
Did the writer live it through or just plant a clue
To throw you off the trail of Babylon Blue?
Babylon Blue, Babylon Blue
Everybody got one, you wanted two
Nothing was ever too much for you
Babylon Blue
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3. |
Crows
03:34
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They come early morning, a murder of crows
Crying and complaining, the trees they overflow
They’re calling me out, cursing my name
Recklessly shouting, intending to defame
Every single day, in every way I know
Squawking & talking
Crows never…never let it go
How can I say I’m sorry
When I did not see you there?
I did not think to worry that anyone might care
Somehow, I missed it, the deed or the insult
Lost in time’s abyss
Cacophony in the tumult
Every single day, in every way I know
Squawking & talking
Crows never…never let it go
Crows never do forgive
They’re always saying so
Plotting their revenge
With everyone I know
When I stroll outside
They swoop down at my face
Clawing for my eyes
Avenging their disgrace
Every single day, in every way I know
Squawking & talking
Crows never…never let it go
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4. |
It's Slippin'
04:18
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If you listen not far off
Waves are crashin’ on the rocks
Tonight the fog ain’t gonna lift
Anchors draggin’, we’re startin’ to drift
It’s slippin’, it’s slippin’
This thing that we had
It was iron-clad
Now it’s showin’ its cracks
It was all that we had
It’s slippin’, it’s slippin’
Oooo wooo ooooo
It’s slippin’
There’s just no more time
It’s all gone gone gone
If we can’t turn this around
It’s goin’ down down down
It’s slippin’
It was bold as brass
We were radder than rad
Up and over no turnin’ back
We wrote or page in history
Now, It’s slippin’
Oooo wooo ooooo
It’s slippin’
It’s slippin’
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5. |
Station
04:19
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Sunday morning you were headed for that old hotel
Death got lost on its way to hell
You were looking for a friend
Know what you want & what you need
You can let it be, you can let it bleed
Ain’t much left of that old family money
Or that man that used to be
Fast fading glory, passing legacy
There’s bridges and rivers plenty to cross
There’s no man’s land where you got lost
Find your way back to the station
Two trains runnin' this afternoon
Find your way back to the station
You need to be leaving soon
This company that you keep
Won't let you eat, work or sleep
Grifters, rounders liars and cheats
Ridin’ good times keep till they’re gone
Non-stop express rollin’ on and on
Find your way back to the station
Two trains runnin' this afternoon
Find your way back to the station
You need to be leaving soon
Associates that steal away your time
Left you behind with a broken mind
Cold broke & hungry at the end of the night
Goin’ home alone it’s a long long walk
From the curb to the gutter it’s a very short drop
Find your way back to the station
Two trains runnin' this afternoon
Find your way back to the station
You need to be leaving
Ticket’s waitin’ at the station
Two trains runnin’ this afternoon
One or the other, up to you
You need to be leavin’
You need to be leavin’
You need to be leavin’ here soon
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6. |
Take Me Away
03:44
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Crazy as it is
My heart still insists
You simply can’t resist
All my wooing
But alone at your door
I just can't ignore
The truth anymore
It's my undoing
Take me away
To where the sun shines everyday
The blues slip away and don't come back
Take me to L.A. or down to Montego Bay
Just lay me down and relax
I'm still missing
Those cool dark mornings
Quietly sleeping
With my darling
But I just could not hide
Those feelings deep inside
Believe me I tried
But I’m still learning
Take me away
To where the sun shines everyday
The blues slip away and don't come back
Take me to L.A. or down to Montego Bay
Just lay me down and relax
It’s hard to forget
Even harder to regret
The love that set
my heart a flying
At the end of the day
Well, I’m glad I got to play
There’s nothing left to say
I’m done crying
Take me away
To where the sun shines everyday
The blues slip away and don't come back
Take me to L.A. or down to Montego Bay
Just lay me down and relax
Lay me down and relax
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7. |
Walls
03:58
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You built all these walls with your mind
Keep all your secrets behind
You built all these walls in your mind
Shut off the lights and made it quiet
Everybody knows you keep it close
Everybody knows you lose control
When the cracks and holes get too wide
You can’t hold the darkness inside
Something bad got in, under your skin
Found you where you live, now it’s the enemy within
Crawling from the debris at the scene
No way to leave with your hands clean
Step away now from the ruins
You won’t undo any of this soon
All you believe and hold so dear
All that you hide and fear
You could just set it all free
Relieve us all of your misery
Something bad got in, got under your skin
Found you where you live, now it’s the enemy within
You built all these walls in your mind
Only you know what’s inside
Nobody gets close enough
To get a real look at your stuff
It’s all under lock and key
Behind a door, no one sees
You built all these walls in your mind
Shot out all the lights and made it quiet
You built all these walls
You built all these walls
You built all these walls
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Bucks like a mustang, bites like a water snake
She’ll go down as your favorite mistake
Works a room like a good perfume
She’ll hang on you like a cheap suit
Drinks like a sailor, sings like a bird
Swears like no trooper you ever heard
Born to run, she’s loyal to none,
She’s no farmer’s daughter, she’s a son of a gun
If the Devil don’t want her… I do
But if he’s gonna have her
I’ll take what’s left when he’s through
If the devil don’t want her, hell I do
She’s that kinda bad that you can’t resist
Nothin' on earth make her cease & desist.
Runnin' hot cocked and loaded on high octane,
Leave a man tore down, never the same again
If the Devil don’t want her… I do
But if he’s gonna have her
I’ll take what’s left when he’s through
If he devil don’t want her, hell I do
She's sugar, can't get enough
She’s old whiskey when you're feelin' rough
She's fire in the hole, she's Saturday night
She's so …rock and roll
She’ll bust you bad & try your patience
Take you places you got no business
Break your heart, mess your head & leave you blue
She’ll stick on you like a bad tattoo
If the Devil don’t want her I do
But if he’s gonna have her
I’ll take what’s left when he’s through
If the devil don’t want her,
If the devil don’t want her,
If the devil don’t want her, hell I do
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9. |
Ramble
04:33
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I gotta ramble,
Get some things together in the morning
And scramble for the the door
Gotta ramble, gotta move along
Well an engineer’s at ease
When he hears the ringin’ in the rails
And a sailor’s set free
When there’s wind in his sails
I am a highway driver
Rollin’ wheels under my feet
Is what keeps me alive
I gotta ramble, gas it up, check the oil
And get on down the road
Your town’s been mighty sweet., but I got itchy feet
Gotta ramble, this feelings just too strong
Gotta ramble…… gotta move along
You might call me shifty if you’re lost for words
I might say I could never just run with the herd
I been flyin’, I been flyin’ far and wide
Be back in the spring, but now I gotta ride
Truck stops and cafes along the way
On ramps and off ramps, backroads and freeways
Rainy nights sunny days that begged you to stay
But there always seems to be
Someplace else we all need to me
I gotta ramble
Settle up, saddle up & get on up the road
Your company has been so sweet
But I still got itchy feet
Gotta ramble, gotta move along
Gotta ramble, gotta move along
Gotta ramble, by the morning I’ll be gone
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I don’t know what hurts her, but it hurts me too
In the middle of the day
She’s so down and blue
Can’t say the right words
But I keep tryin’
Saddest thing you ever heard
Is a woman, a woman when she's cryin'
She’ll tell you it’s nothing but that isn’t true
There’s always something she can’t tell you
Maybe in time she will confide
Always a story inside
A woman, a woman when she's cryin'
You know it’s aways gonna be
Such a long long night
Hold her close and tight
Listen, try to understand
You gotta be that kind of man
You may live to see rivers run dry
And days when the sun can’t find the sky
Birds might stop singing
And the wind fall silent
Saddest thing you’ll still find
Is a woman, woman when she's cryin'
Despair and sorrow
Will come and go
Saddest thing you'll know
Is a woman, a woman when she's crying
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11. |
You Lost Me
03:56
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You lost me, lost me and good
You dropped me off the edge of the world
Left me where no one would look
You lost me, lost me and good
You lost me with those things you said
It all went over my head
I can’t do this again with you
You lost me, you got lost too
We found it one night in this place
A few kind words and a friendly face
Chased down the sunrise
Like some lost paradise
Makin up for lost time
Leavin’ it all behind
You lost me
Drove it in the ditch
Left me with your wreckage
There’s nothin’, nothin here to salvage
You lost me, you got lost too
You lost me, you lost me,
You won’t find me, you won’t find me again
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The Gravel-Aires Vancouver, British Columbia
The Gravel-Aires are Mark Branscombe, singer/songwriter guitarist and harmonica player and Michael Mahoney, guitarist/dobro
& mandolin player.
We've been performing in the Vancouver area at a variety of venues including night clubs, pubs, house parties and coffee houses since 2016
Booking contact Gravelaires@gmail.com
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