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In this leaking old boat
we wind on down the road.
We're old and we're golden,
we're young and we're free,
the same old mission
to be what we'll be.
In this leaking old boat
we find our way around,
we roll on sacred ground.
In this old fortress
we fend off ne'erdowells.
We're old and we're golden,
we're young and we're free,
the same old mission
to be what we'll be.
We were made from the mountain,
we were made from the wind,
there's nothing more mysterious
than this, my friend.
We're old and we're golden,
we're young and we're free,
the same old mission
to be what we'll be.
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The Musician
02:14
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Warm night, sitting on the pier,
the sky opens wide and I can faintly hear
the earth moving through space.
Children chattering and the dog stops to look
at the strange young man with a guitar in his hand.
I mean you no harm, I'm writing you a song.
If you know a soul out here whose got some time to play,
if you know a soul out here, send them me way.
Sun dipping into the ocean
like a billion candles burning out,
my fingers are getting stiff but my voice is feeling strong.
I don't have much, so I don't have much to lose,
but the voice in the back of my head says,
"Boy, you better make some money some day soon."
I can live on bread and wine
and a place to call my own.
Maybe in the morning I'll hit the pavement,
find some work to get me through,
but I ain't leaving here tonight
til I finish this song for you.
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Still I'm Searching
03:09
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I have walked for miles and miles,
wandered from glen to glen.
Burned my skin beneath the blazing sun,
worked my fingers straight to the bone.
Still I'm searching for something to set me free.
All the big men in the morning papers,
they seem to have it made.
But when I open the book of their lives,
there's no page I'd trade for mine.
Still I'm searching for something to set me free.
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Down through the bristling pines,
over the rolling hills,
climb these country fences,
wade through these muddy waters.
My heart needs a place to roam,
so I can find a place to go,
I travel far and wide,
so I can find a place to hide.
Strow the saw, strike the hammer,
coming nigh is a new sweet earth,
they'll be no home, but the bones you're born with.
The bones you grow and the bones you die with.
My heart needs a place to roam,
so I can find a place to go,
I travel far and wide,
so I can find a place to hide.
My heart travels far and wide,
My heart needs a place to hide.
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Ain't it funny how the wind will pick you up,
spin you around, drop you right back where you started from?
But nothing looks the same anymore.
Old choices seem so obvious now.
My body and spirit are broken,
no more can I labor for another man.
I say I feel no sorrow, but the tears are like tiny soldiers,
pouring over the hillside.
I'm on the run I'm looking for someone.
You may call her a memory but she's no memory to me.
You are the sun after the rain.
You are the sun after the rain.
On this dark road I'm a lonesome traveller,
quietly passing by the fires
lit by the warmth of human kindness.
On this dark road I'm looking for you
in every dewdrop and every dusty step,
in every turning leaf,
every wild animal eye.
I'm on the dark side of the road,
I'm looking for you.
You are the sun after the rain.
You are the sun after the rain.
I'm on the run, I'm looking for someone.
You may call her a memory,
but she's no memory to me.
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Aaron Zuege
Aaron Zuege is a songwriter/producer influenced by Paul Simon, Devendra Banhart, Boards Of Canada, and Nick Drake, his music is an eclectic mix of classic guitar/vocal, fingerstyle guitar and exploratory production.
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