The Mountain - Official Music Video
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Left turn at county road,
A few miles into the redwood groves,
A little house beyond the stream,
They built a swing up in the western trees,
Come down, some how, they lived on the mountain
She leaned hard into the wind,
Cold and wet it went beneath her skin,
Deep and wide it pulled him down,
Can’t find her way out of an endless sound,
For now, some how, they’re still on the mountain,
A little boy a little girl,
Painted colors on a darkened world,
Here’s my guitar not gonna sing,
The man she knew would never say these things,
So loud, for now, she moved off the mountain,
Now the kids are late for school,
Reminds herself that he was dark and cruel,
The trees stood strong on the ridge above,
She couldn’t try, she couldn’t pull her love…
Back down, somehow, he’s still on that mountain.
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Landslide (E)
04:08
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I’ll be your not-enough,
I’m gonna fuck this up,
I should really hold your hand pretend I’m gonna try,
To do things right,
To keep this out of sight,
And hide from you the ways we knew that why…
I shouldn’t speak,
My words start a landslide, my dear.
I’ll be your other-one,
That keeps you from feeling young,
I’m gonna tilt your light and shine it all on me,
I might be your mistake,
your uninspired fate,
and you remind me why you always thought that…
We shouldn’t speak,
Some words start a landslide, my dear.
If I was ever able to be me it’s not exactly how you wanted it to be,
And every sigh you let escape your pretty lips has a sequel that ends when you lie..
here with me.
I’m sure I’ll talk too much,
Never say enough,
It’s always getting late and way to dark to see,
All I need to hear,
Is you still want me near,
So I can show you how I’d love you more if…
We wouldn’t speak,
No words to start a landslide…
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Young
04:41
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My biggest problem is I don’t sleep like I used to anymore,
And all the projects that I started are out there on the lawn,
I hope I find you while you’re young, I hope I find you while you’re young,
You probably know her by her many mother’s given names,
Disrespected her intently with your unforgiven shame,
I hope you find me while I’m young, I hope you find me while I’m young,
Divided nations, families, brothers, and broke countless natural laws,
Resigned herself to all his hammers, sickles, and saws,
I hope you find you while you’re young, I hope you find you while you’re young,
I hope I find me while I’m young, I hope I find me while I’m young.
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April Mourning
04:50
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The place we found you blue,
A stone’s throw from the town that we knew,
Still a little girl like you disappears,
Packed up for the time,
And I realize that you were always unclear…
She liked the story,
Called it “April Mourning”,
We all would try for you.
The leaves turn brown in the spring here,
And a north wind’s sound makes it hard to hear,
She’d cry alone when we were fine on the inside,
I wish you were around,
You’d like it here, but you were always unclear…
She liked the story,
Called it “April Mourning”,
We all would try for you.
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Monday
00:54
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God of grace give her passage through this place,
And peaceful sunshine to warm her just this one time,
Thy will be done just as it will be done.
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6. |
The Remains of Sunday
03:18
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All the people… some that you have met,
Hesitation to let go what we can’t yet,
Too many pictures that I’d like to forget,
Give me the canyons that can’t get the internet,
Endless stories to murder the intellec-
-tions are approaching and I’ve lost your self respect,
Help me hide behind…
The sea of red, far away,
(Peaceful sunshine far away)
Desperate people lonely days.
It all comes down to what remains,
On a Sunday afternoon,
To all the grace she could contain.
Rare sensations of meaningful progress,
When all I wanted was one honest last caress,
Hold my son and hold my daughter,
‘Cause I’m being led like a beast to the slaughter,
Be on the right side, be on the left side,
Divided the people no nuance or compromise,
I’m looking West to find…
The sea of red, far away,
(Peaceful sunshine far away)
Desperate people lonely days.
It all comes down to what remains,
On a Sunday afternoon,
To all the grace she could contain.
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Wire & Wood
06:05
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Wire and wood, it’s all about the fiery sun,
There she stood…
I knew she would, drive me to the sins of this wide world,
It’s understood, I play the part of the guilty one,
I want you to find me in an open field,
Ask another how to work this thing out,
‘Cause I’ve been grinding through my days with this narcissistic plan,
After 50 years there’s gonna be a masterpiece, and they’ll call this a vanity release,
Not holding out for you but I’m still holding on to you,
And I can see all the lights from here,
In a place I knew, I got along with you and just a few things,
When the sun has changed and the rain stops falling,
I’ll be here too, holding out for you…
Won’t you let me be,
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Trees
05:26
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We planted ourselves a garden here in the fall,
Though it would help remind her that she should stay,
Never made it to a harvest from what I recall,
I just turned the soil over to smell the leaves decay,
I’ll stay here, throughout the year,
This kind of regret grows on trees,
And she will always be restless despite me,
On a cold September morning sunrise,
I’m still feeling her warm between the sheets,
She packed a black bag of the letters that made her cry,
I think the sound of her feet on the staircase gave her peace,
I’ll stay here, for another year,
This kind of regret grows on trees,
And she will always be restless despite me,
She’s gone to find her brother in LA,
Somewhere wrong but somewhere better before dawn,
Now it’s a quiet November… 3 weeks in 14 days,
I hope they found some pretty people there and a place to belong,
Why won’t she come back home to me it’s been too long,
I’m still here, throughout the year,
This kind of regret grows on trees,
We will bury our faces in misdeeds
And she will always be restless despite me.
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State
06:07
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I read a book about a man like me…written by a fool,
It said, “I see through your eyes my boy…and what you do you’ll do”,
“I’ve built my life on the backs of better men than you…like you”,
The blood in my veins ran blue.
Hold on, would you stay right here, find comfort in my skin,
Slow down, I’m making a big mistake, from the state I’m in.
We’ve misplaced all the stones we laid down…right here,
Remember how they held something still…and near,
My Daddy’s eyes look our from my son’s little face…and they’re still blue,
Darker days are the roads that we’ve made…back here.
Hold on, would you stay right here, find comfort in my skin,
Slow down, I’m making a big mistake, from the state I’m in.
Looking back on the years that we’ll spend…I’ll just wait until…
Darkness descends at the end of every end…plain and cruel,
I’ll give in too, I just can’t tell you when…but I’m on my way downhill,
I hope you feel the sun through the wind…I will.
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People say she’s crazy she’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes,
Well that’s one way to loose these walking blues,
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes,
She was physically forgotten when she slipped into my pocked with my car keys,
Saying you’ve taken me for granted because I please you,
Wearing these Diamonds,
And I can say ooh as if everybody knew what I was talking about,
As if everybody knew exactly what I was talking about,
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes,
She makes the sign of a teaspoon and he makes the sign of a wave,
The poor boy changes cloths and puts on aftershave,
To compensate for his ordinary shoes,
And she said ‘Honey take me dancing’ but they ended up sleeping in a doorway,
Under the lights and the bodegas on upper broadway,
Wearing these Diamonds,
And I can say ooh as if everybody knew what I was talking about,
As if everybody knew exactly what I was talking about,
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
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Landslide (FCC Clean)
04:08
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I’ll be your not-enough,
I’m gonna bust this up,
I should really hold your hand pretend I’m gonna try,
To do things right,
To keep this out of sight,
And hide from you the ways we knew that why…
I shouldn’t speak,
My words start a landslide, my dear.
I’ll be your other-one,
That keeps you from feeling young,
I’m gonna tilt your light and shine it all on me,
I might be your mistake,
your uninspired fate,
and you remind me why you always thought that…
We shouldn’t speak,
Some words start a landslide, my dear.
If I was ever able to be me it’s not exactly how you wanted it to be,
And every sigh you let escape your pretty lips has a sequel that ends when you lie..
here with me.
I’m sure I’ll talk too much,
Never say enough,
It’s always getting late and way to dark to see,
All I need to hear,
Is you still want me near,
So I can show you how I’d love you more if…
We wouldn’t speak,
No words to start a landslide…
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Alec Lytle & Them Rounders California
Alec Lytle is an independent singer/songwriter from the northern California coastal mountains. He performs and records with a group of musician as Alec Lytle & Them Rounders.
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