Physical copy of "The Roads That Make Men Weary." The physical CD features the gorgeous artwork of Minneapolis artist Joel Starkey, which is itself worth the price of the ticket. It's beautiful.
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lyrics
Well the Spanish moss sags heavy
Here on this Carolina coast,
But perhaps a little lighter
Than this memory of a ghost
Of a kid who took me in
When we were lost and then again when we were found,
Of a boy never knew the difference
Between the echo and the sound.
I was that poor man’s ocean
And he the night above my sea.
Well I sought to see the world
But his was only big as me.
Tell me who now is the strongest
The one who leaves or the one who stays around?
And tell me how far is the distance
Between the echo and the sound.
I ain’t got much time now for regrets
But perhaps I should’ve never worn that old white dress.
But if you say I shouldn’t have let him take me in from the cold,
Don’t everyone deserve to try their hand at mining gold?
In that house up in the hills, I’m told
He sang a song was meant for me.
But I never heard the words, no,
I was out sailing my seas.
There was never any malice,
No hatred or no rage swirling around;
There was only the wide gap
Between the echo and the sound.
And now the willows weep as gently
As the songbirds in the trees,
For a man now dead and broken
By the meanness of dreams.
And tell me who now bears the burden:
The one who lives or the one buried in the ground?
Maybe in the end it’s neither
And we’re both the echo and the sound.
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