1. |
Delta
03:06
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lady lights a cigarette
hanging on the ground with a little man, honey
tells me that i’ve
through the broken bones and
interstate money
cry to me no more
long for me no more
missisippi delta
runs right through your veins
splits into fissures
and you’ve never been the same
but you pulled your
face right onto me
pulled us here just to see
if there ever were a place for you and me
it’d be way up there in the delta valleys
we’re in the mountains
no rivers in the way
i keep moving further
keep pushing you away
i won’t be found raw
near you lost and stopped
light me anohter
cigarette
the weekend’s getting' over
and i’m not over you yet
tell me how to live in a perfect world
when the center of me’s not fully formed
i’ve been looking round for the end of the roadafter you
looking around tell me what to do without you
i’ll light this one and walk away
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2. |
Greyness
04:26
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Don’t read this
it is my letter
after you’ve been
kind again
Don’t read this
I write to bear it
thats the way I’m born
to connect
after rooms
after mornings
thinking that I could forget
friends look
me in the eye and say
I don’t think its over yet
am e g d
ooooooo
I kissed a man while dancing
and watched him fall away
I wish I would hold myself
up with the day
i am no being myself
I am not being myself
the curves of the bridge
in the land locked fog
i drive past with mother
and memories in tow
that lift and descend
with no warning at all
don’t read this
at least I’m writing
for a time I tried to forget
that I was drawn to you
and leaving didn’t
change the curves of my bed
leaving is leaving
and I will let it be
look at how the grass bends gray in the winter
and rises up again in the spring
a resurrection f things
a resurrection of me
find death where it is
but do not leave it be
treat it as life
treat it all as life
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3. |
Whiskey and Wine
04:20
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bring me whiskey bring me water
bring me a man who don’t talk too much
give me a woman who’s not needing of much love love
not too much
bring me home when i’m not sober
bring me to your house real sweet and slow
when i ache with love
its written in my eyes
when i ache with whiskey and wine
you can see it in my lies
wake me up inside the morning’s breth
wake me up to see you off
you’ve been living in this small ass town
for far too long
it’s time you moved along
but waiting inside
for you to choose your line
waiting inside
already knowing my line
some days i wonder if I”m lying
or if i just can’t see what’s right in front of me
when the light falls through the
window pane
i know there’s so much more to see
than me
but waiting inside
for you to choose your line
waiting inside
already knowing my line
i give in to my desire
now the room all tastes of you
when it used to just be whiskey and wine
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4. |
Be Gone
02:27
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it starts like and old forgotten tale
on the ocean of longing
the way you feel now blurs
the questions of belonging
its the memory of houses
where time was slow
the forgotten spaces
so warm they seemed to glow
this wait, this heaviness
it is knowing that the space
cannot contain all that you feel
and the reason is away for now
the reason has decided he will
be gone
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5. |
Call Me Mother
03:57
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I am my mother's daughter with the bags under her eyes
I am my mother's daughter with the lover and lies
I came here with the locusts in the year of the buzz
I lived here with a new heart
with a heaviness from above
Hardened hearts are heavy hearts
however much you try
Mourning on the loss of that
which built up your life
Carols for the lesson service for the mind
Pray upon me mother I've become a different kind
When sensitive to warning signs
when sensitive to light
the likelier to choose the path
the likelier to fight
call me mother call me brother
call me sister call me friend
call me family--I have forgotten how to love and how to fend
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6. |
Talc
05:11
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sun has set on the canyon tonight
and i cant get you out of my head
all my wanderings
all my daydreams
lead me back to you again
when i war with the part of me
that seeks to cut you down
i have warred with the part of me
that sees you on the ground
watch me now
walk around my words
like someone
who don’t know what they’re saying
watch me now
human as they come
try to love you better and better
i wish for green green green
when you cut beneath the skin
i wish for green green green
after i’ve let you in
love do you have use for me
i'm so soft the water'd
rob me dry rob me loose among
the walls of the canyon
im so soft
touch me and id fall
fall among the talc and the powder
but the valley is so green
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7. |
The Way That It Feels
03:03
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its the way that you feel that brings me here
where the door is a closing always a closing
where did we start and where will i find
the sharp prize at the base of the riverbed
where is the base of the river
and where am i
its the way i feel that leaves me here
its the way that your words wrap around my mind
its my shoulders fingers culled called and open
its the way i feel
its the way that you see me that brings me here
as if the ice crumbling is all that sighs at night
as if nests in winter are all thats exposed
as if my love were the only one that burned so bright
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8. |
Let Them Know
03:54
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don’t let him know that I’m here
he didn’t see me by the door
i don’t see him any more
i don’t see much these days
don’t let him know that you are here
he may not see you by the door
when you went to see your grandfather fading
on the edge
you came back through the door
I’m doing better since your gone
and I’m older
and you’ve found yourself in the light again
i’m -- finding all my rage was just a shell
for my desire
if you find what makes you mad
turn it on its head
let it go forever
let itself run ragged
let itself be tired
let itself be tired
i’m not tired
anymore
if you find this shell to be a home
where you’re grandfather sent you
where you speak the way you’re told
find the shell and make it whole
turn it over, and let it go
find your anger and defy it
i deny it every day
i deny it every day
shuck your skin
its what he wants
a vision of the woman
that he should be given
walk around him like
someone stepping on toes
you’ll find yourself tired
oh the days when i am growing old
on days when my spirit is growing old
don’t tell too many where i need to be
dont tell too many what i need to see
when what i need to see are those that need to
scream to be alive
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9. |
Joyful
04:58
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they say love starts where it ends
with no reason with no plan
they say the joy is in the making
you know there’s nolooking back
i was young and green
when we first met
and i was trying to show
that i could get
along this way
they say a reason’s not a sign
and a light in the room is just a light
they say a sign is not a reason
that coincidence is merely noticed fact
right now i grapple with the signs
of when to leave and when to try
i stare so hard the waters speaking
and the bark on the branch washes away
this city’s older far older than i
and i act like i know more than it
this city could leave me in the dust
without dust where are clouds and sky
joyful joyful do i call to thee (x2) joy only with joy do i leave thee
i always start as i am ending
when the road seems so short to travel on
as dust settles lightly on the window
as oranges gently ripen in the bowl
joyful joyful do i call to thee (x2) joy only with joy do i leave thee
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Bea Troxel Nashville, Tennessee
in love with almost everything all the time.
A Nashville born, Sewanee bred singer connecting from place to place through southern influenced folk songs.
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