1. |
Love Don't Run on Money
03:18
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Love Don’t Run On Money
Written by Trevor Wheetman and Sylvie Davidson
If I had a little money
and I took you out
somewhere nice and fancy
way downtown
And I let you get
anything that you want
tell me now, would that get you going
would it turn the engines on?
Chorus
No no my love don't run
on money
honey time is free
and that's the only thing you need
to spend on me
My love don't run on money
My Love don't run on money, no!
But if I had a lot of money
I could buy you a house
somewhere out in the backwoods
way down south
and I could fill it up
with shiny things
Now wouldn't that get you rockin
wouldn't that make your motor sing?
Chorus
Well if I had all night
here's what I'd do:
turn the lights down low babe
and get all over you
With the radio on
you could swing your hips (I love swinging my hips)
Now wouldn't that start the countdown would it
launch your rocket ship? (YEAH BABY)
Chorus
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2. |
Stolen Flowers
03:34
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Stolen Flowers
Written by Sylvie Davidson
Ain’t got nothing to do today
we might as well get married
I’ll tie my hair with garden twine
and I’ll paint my lips with berries
Go up to the attic and
bring that old suitcase down
you put on your granddad’s suit
and I’ll wear my mama’s wedding gown
We ain’t got no money
cause we while away the hours
so whittle me a wedding ring
and I will steal the flowers
Chorus:
Stolen flowers, stolen flowers
I will carry stolen flowers.
We don’t need a mailman
to send our invitations
we’ll tie em to some red balloons
and just set em sailing
We can make a wedding feast
of borrowed potatoes
strawberries and carrots
and the neighbor’s prize tomatoes
Over at the fairgrounds
there’s blue ribbon roses
we can walk away with them
right underneath their noses
Chorus
That orchard on the edge of town
has peaches, pears, and apples
underneath their branches we
will make our wedding chapel
The deer will be our guests and
and the old owl can marry us
the birds will sing me down the isle
and the fox will be our witness
Chorus
Through the seasons you and me
we’ll see all kinds of weather
and every springtime we’ll go out
and we’ll steal flowers together
Stolen flowers, stolen flowers
I will carry stolen flowers
Stolen flowers, stolen flowers
when we’re married, stolen flowers
Stolen flowers, stolen flowers
when we’re buried, stolen flowers
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3. |
Thirsty
03:20
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Thirsty
written by Sylvie Davidson and Trevor Wheetman
Oh my love, oh my love, can you tell?
I am thirsty
give me water
find a spring or dig a well
bring the water back
I will drink from you hands
oh my love, oh my love, can you tell?
I am hungry
give me apples
from a tree no one can fell
pick the sweetest one
place it on my tongue
oh my love, oh my love, can you tell?
Will this thirst of mine be never satisfied?
I will drink till the well is dry
I am weary
give me respite
lay me down and make me well
I am coming home
I am dust and bone
oh my love, oh my love, can you tell?
I am dust and bone
oh my love, oh my love, can you tell?
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4. |
Rosalee
04:46
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Rosalee
Written by Sylvie Davidson and Trevor Wheetman
Rosalee has no comb for her long brown hair
it falls in heavy tangles down her back
She’s just a wisp of willow smoke floating in the air
there ain’t no way to hold a girl like that
She goes walking in her heavy boots
don’t know where she’s going to
wanders off for weeks at a time
and nobody ever misses her
they say she’ll get what she deserves
and Rosalee don’t try to change their minds
Chorus:
Rosalee where you going in that hand me down dress
with your brown eyes overflowing like there’s something to confess
‘Stead of telling all your sorrows to that worn out rosary
why don’t you share some of them with me?
I want to know your secret, Rosalee
Rosalee walked alone on a long dark night
the fog was hanging low above the road
She came into my vision like a deer in my headlights
as pale and as lonely as a ghost
I could see the blood beneath her skin
porcelain and paper-thin
not a stitch of warmth against the cold
She said ‘there’s nothing left for you to save
now I’ve got one foot in my grave
and I’ll be dead and gone before I’m old’
Chorus
Bridge:
Smoke billows up and disappears into the night sky
a shout rings out through the cold to make the birds fly
an early snow falls to cover every track
Rosalee slips through the cracks
Rosalee where you going . . .
In that hand me down dress . . .
With your brown eyes overflowing like there’s something to confess . . .
Chorus
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5. |
Washer Woman
04:15
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Washer Woman
Written by Trevor Wheetman
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
mend every hole that you find
For I am chasing the rarest of birds
someday her heart will be mine
someday her heart will be mine
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
see that they sparkle and shine
for I am a' courting my maiden fair
she is so darling so fine
she is so darling so fine
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
I must look as good as a king
for I am to marry my beautiful dove
she has excepted my ring
she has excepted my ring
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
are you as happy as me?
my heart overflows when ere I come home
her blossoming face do I see
her blossoming face do I see
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
gone is my beautiful bride
she left me a child newborn to this world
I held her so close as she died
I held her so close as she died
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
Wash away all of my tears
let me believe that I'm holding her still that I
will do for many more years
will do for many more years
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
what do you make of my tail?
Why would the good Lord take her away
and leave me forever to wail
leave me forever to wail
Washer woman washing my old tattered clothes
have you no pity for me?
do you just watch as the waters roll by
and judge not the things that you see
how simple a life that must be
how simple a life that must be
Do you just watch as the waters roll by
and judge not the things that you see?
How simple a life that must be
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6. |
Build This Love
03:27
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Build This Love
Written by Sylvie Davidson
Lay your burdens
on my bed
and tell your secrets
to my bones and my skin
for they’ve always known you
from the day I was born
my blood rushed for you
my body was formed
Chorus:
Bone and blood
clay and mud
build this love
Put your roots down
anywhere
and I’ll follow your sweet voice
til I meet you there
then the sun will feed us
and we’ll drink in the rain
every breath I take in
is the shape of your name
Bone and blood
clay and mud
build this love
Bone and blood
clay and mud
build this love
From the ground up
From the ground up
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7. |
All I Know
04:54
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All I Know
Written by Trevor Wheetman
I've studied every line that's been prophesied
trying to find one line that has come true
Read the Bible and holy Koran
heard a preacher man tell me what to do
And all I know is baby I love you
I've seen the streets of Rome and the Eiffel Tower
hitched a ride down Highway 22
Seen the depths of hell in a Wishing-well
Climbed a mountain just to see the view
And all I know is baby I love you
When I lay me down
the world will still turn round
For all my queries
answers have been found though
there's just one thing that I know
I've had my share of wear and tear
I've been battered I've been bruised
Fallen from the sky I've almost died
even had to pray a time or two
And all I know
Is baby I love you
When I lay me down
the world will still turn round
For all my queries
answers have been found though
there's just one thing that I know
Now I am an older man
I'm still reading
but the pages left are few
When my race is run and I come undone
forgotten, everything I knew
I'll still know
Baby I love you
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8. |
Idiot
03:47
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Idiot
Written by Trevor Wheetman and Sylvie Davidson
Only a cloud can make it rain
only a fool confuses love and pain
please let me explain
feels like love is tearing me apart
and I have to fight for my heart it’s bleeding out, so now,
I’ll admit it
Chorus
I am an idiot
I do stupid things sometimes
run away when I should stay,
go even though I know I shouldn’t leave you alone
all I wanted was to call you my own
but I am an idiot
Only time can make it clear
only a fool confronts his fear
that’s why I’m standing right here
I am afraid that you will break my hear
so I have to try even harder to fuck it up
and that’s enough
I’ll admit it
Chorus
Bridge
Who starts the fight
who lights the fuse
who drives away the one thing he’s afraid to lose
who loves you more than anything
oh lord
I am an idiot
I do stupid things sometimes
run away when I should stay,
go even though I know I shouldn’t leave you alone
But I’ll always come back home
into your loving arm where I belong
where I can beg forgiveness
do you think that you could love this idiot?
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9. |
Cupid's Confession
04:04
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Cupid's Confession
Written by Trevor Wheetman and Sylvie Davidson
You got a friendly face man I can alway tell
next one’s on me you know what I think
you and me we've been through hell
I've seen a lot of things I don't want to talk about
it gives me chills but it pays the bills
so brother I just block it out
Chorus
All I do is point and shoot it
but I don't put my heart into it
a dirty job if you can get through it
but somebody
has got to do it
No rest for me these days I'm busy all the time
if you only knew what it is I do
Ahh... Never mind
Chorus
Bridge:
Daybreak till after dark
my work is never done
Every one in a hundred hearts
gets a shot of this wonder-drug
Sometimes I miss my mark
but I gotta keep my numbers up
Chorus
Maybe we'll meet again might be your lucky day
No grand design buddy love is blind
It may go straight it may go astray
but I make money either way
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10. |
The Few
05:02
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The Few
Written by Trevor Wheetman
There's a new way of breaking the silence
With your old way of crossing my mind
Let the evening find me naked where I stand
What I have and what I have asked for
in a twist, suddenly align
Let your body in the mirror be my guide
Chorus
When I ask what we're made of
you say mostly starlight
and all the many things
that we do wrong
and the few
the few if we're lucky
the few we do right
I'm a new man I'm being more patient
from my old days of rushing right in
I let the moments find me slowly where I stand
Who I am and who I have worked to be
in a twist, suddenly align
let your kindness be my teacher one more time
Chorus
Get back in my arms love
It's cold out there tonight
I could take you back home but you'd be all alone
If you should want me to
I will stay here with you holding on
till the morning light
When I ask what we're made of
you say mostly starlight
and all the many many things
that we do wrong
and the few
the few if we're lucky
the few we do right
the few we do right
There's a new way of breaking the silence
with your old way of crossing my mind
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11. |
Through The Cracks
04:06
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Through the Cracks
Written by Sylvie Davidson
It doesn’t have to be much
just a whisper in the dark
It doesn’t have to be love
just a flutter in the heart
It doesn’t have to be the sun
in a clear blue sky
just the breaking through the clouds
of a single ray of light
It doesn’t have to be an omen
just a turning in the road
It doesn’t have to be atonement
just a touch before you go
It doesn’t have to be a moment
you remember all your life
just something in a stranger’s face
you swear you recognize
The breaking of a wave
on a rocky beach
the makings of a memory
that cannot be repeated
It is not the first wave
it will not be the last
it’s just the one you notice
before the moment passes . . .
It doesn’t have to be an angel
just a bird on a wire
It doesn’t have to be salvation
just a chair before the fire
It doesn’t have to be creation
just the glimmer of a spark
where once there had been nothing
then suddenly the stars . . .
Isn’t it amazing
the blades of grass
buried under pavement
pushing through the cracks
Isn’t it amazing
the blades of grass
buried under pavement
pushing through the cracks
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12. |
Opposite Of Love
04:35
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The Opposite Of Love
Written by Trevor Wheetman
The fear followed you home
you landed a job in the city
Just starting their game with no name
you set your aim high and flew
Once the time was all flown
you were homesick alone in the city
Just a heart and a brain with no shame
you became your taboo
Chorus
Open your heart and feed your head
Share your thoughts and share your bread(bed)
Don't hesitate to spread good cheer
The opposite of love is fear
The opposite of love...
It's hard to describe something
deep and wide as a feeling
The heart says to the brain: I am in pain
and the brain blames the rain for the trouble
So the heart tries another tack
man has a heart attack
Blames it on the burgers and beer
If he’d only known how to
give his love without fear
he’d be standing right here
Chorus
The fear flew from the room
with a whoosh and kaboom
when her figure appeared like a dream
She said she'd stop by to say hi
Resupply the machine
Oh how near you feel to her
Kneel and appeal to her
Don't let fear stand in your way
Just share your love share your pain
She will always remain
True...
Chorus
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Trevor & Sylvie Staunton, Virginia
Trevor and Sylvie are a husband and wife Americana duo based in Nashville, TN.
With roots in
Americana, their songs are honest and timeless, written with equal parts craft and inspiration. From the unquenchable thirst of a Dust Bowl era love song to the gritty anonymity of a big-city dive bar, Trevor & Sylvie pull at the strings of familiar stories, following them to their hearts.
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