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Carpenter’s Daughters Son
I got a letter this morning from you
with a handwritten note to go
Three little words that spell
all is well
Summer has ended too soon
A year since we cleared out your room
with so many stories to tell
all is well
You always seemed to know
like carpenter’s daughters do
Some things can not be undone
and I’m just a carpenter’s daughters son
Just a carpenter’s daughters son
You sit in your rocking-chair
looking straight into my eyes
But you can’t recall his name
and this is a long goodbye
This is a long goodbye...
You always seemed to know
like carpenter’s daughters do
Some things can not be undone
and I’m just a carpenter’s daughters son
Just a carpenter’s daughters son
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Reminiscence
03:13
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Reminiscence
Spread the word that I’m leaving town
tell your friends I’m not around
Take my picture down from your wall
It doesn’t look like me no more
It doesn’t look like me no more
There was a time when we trusted
There was a time when we lied
Never again will we walk hand in hand
but there was a time when we tried
Gather hope, gather everything you need
we turn the tide, we turn the wheel
There’s a way if we surrender our fear
And all the things we hold so dear
And all the things we hold so dear
There was a time when we trusted
There was a time when we lied
Never again will we walk hand in hand
but there was a time when we tried
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Grandpa’s Toolbox
03:19
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Grandpas Toolbox
They called him from work
on a bright Sunday noon
He grabbed the toolbox, a helmet
to be right back home
He crossed the tracks,
the train hit him hard
Motorbike in pieces
A life torn apart
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to begin
You made it look easy
but I don’t know where to begin
You lived of the ocean
in a house by the sea
Worked at the ship-yard
you practiced your creed
I’m left with a picture
and all that remains
Is a handful of tools
and a part of your name
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to begin
You made it look easy
but I don’t know where to begin
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Faded Summer
04:37
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Faded summer
So many people
so many lights
So many hours
passing us by
I wish I knew you
long time ago
I would have mended
what’s broken in two
Summer has left you behind
Summer has made us go blind
I look for your smile in my mind
But summer has left you behind
So many places
but still no retreats
So many homeless
roaming your streets
Pick up the pieces
along the road
The past is behind us
tomorrow’s our goal
Summer has left you behind
Summer has made us go blind
I look for your smile in my mind
But summer has left you behind
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Lullaby
03:32
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Lullaby
We got nothing more to say
but words get spoken anyway, I know
We talk about the weather and
the places that we never seem to go
Walking slowly by your side
I never once felt more alive I know
You meant everything to me
now you’re just someone I used to know
Little sparrow in the sky
Won’t you whisper to me why the rain must fall
Little sparrow in the sky
Won’t you sing to me, a lullaby
Sorrow is a word I know
But somehow I don’t think of you that way
You nurse another broken heart
And hope to make a better start someday
Little sparrow in the sky
Won’t you whisper to me why the rain must fall
Little sparrow in the sky
Won’t you sing to me, a lullaby
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Tom Dowd
04:32
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Legacy of Tom Dowd
Manhattan skyline in the spring
I grew up playing violin
Graduated `42
Then I got drafted just like you
When Tom Dowd played the blues
a four-track tape was all he used
An Atlantic Records engineer
He was a four-track pioneer
Manhattan project and the bomb
I don’t know where we went wrong
With every bad thing we go through
Something good will follow too
When Tom Dowd played the blues
a four-track tape was all he used
An Atlantic Records engineer
He was a four-track pioneer
I play that record one more time
”This little girl of mine”
And the legacy of ”What’d I Say”
You’ll remember me someday
When Tom Dowd played the blues
a four-track tape was all he used
An Atlantic Records engineer
He was a four-track pioneer
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House By The Lake
04:03
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House By the Lake
I used to go fishing
down by the lake
With a cat by my side
that was a perfect day
I was eight years old
when we moved away
But I still remember
the house by the lake
I learned to crawl
and I learned to walk
in the house by the lake
Took my first steps
in the house by the lake
I went back again
for old times sake
But nobody lives anymore
in the house by the lake
I’m not really sure
what I was hoping to find
More than a place
in the back of my mind
I learned to crawl
and I learned to walk
in the house by the lake
Took my first steps
in the house by the lake
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Horred
03:53
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Horred
I grew up fast in a little small town
it wasn’t even worth mentioning
The elderly lived in a home by the road
no one payed them attention
The school and the church, beginning and end
and Christmas, well it came in December...
Someday soon I’ll get out of here
but you wont even remember
No you wont even remember
That small town
That small town
It held nothing for me
A closed down station where the trains never stop
and the rain fell on the farmer
The fields were flooded and the trees turned red
and we all knew summer was over
We all knew summer was over
In that small town
That small town
It held nothing for me
That small town
That small town
It held nothing for me
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Long Way Back Home
03:19
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Long Way Back Home
I woke up late, it’s almost afternoon
I couldn’t sleep at all last night
I make my self a cup of coffee
A sense of longing deep inside
You said you’d been to our hometown
And that nothing looks the same
Empty houses, different people
I guess that everything must change
It’s a long way back home
It’s a long, long way back home
and I get on board, the last train home
I get on board...
It’s a long way home
Could it be I’m getting older
or is it all inside my mind
Yesterday was filled with sorrow
It’s time to leave it all behind
It’s a long way back home
It’s a long, long way back home
and I get on board, the last train home
I get on board...
It’s a long way home
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Anders Westin Uppsala, Sweden
Anders Westin is a songwriter and producer from Uppsala, Sweden. Writing and recording his own songs, as well as collaborating with, and producing other artists.
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The vocal harmony of these two sisters is just unbelievably good! First Aid Kit knocks it out of the ballpark every single time. The 2018 album "Ruins" is a masterpiece.
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