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folk roots
mild rhythmic syncopation
use of a string ensemble
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a clear focus on recording studio production
acoustic sonority
minor key tonality
a breathy male lead vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent percussion
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this track by the Music Genome Project.
Rays voice is like a arrow of truth. Love it. Hope you love it too. Sing on Ray. Say Hi to your manager the one and only michael mcdonald (not the MM your thinking of normal folk)
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing. I never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my disasters. I walk on down the hill, through grass, grown tall and brown and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain. On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac that sinks into this field, collecting rain. Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged.
And of these cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary. If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me? Lay your blouse across the chair, let fall the flowers from from your hair and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain. Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves, to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we've made. Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged.
Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me. You see, I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me." There's a lot of things that can kill a man, there's a lot of ways to die, listen, some already did that walked beside me. There's a lot of things I don't understand, why so many people lie. Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me. Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged.
Love this song. Very personal. Like Jose Gonzalez, he records his music in a very intimate way. Their quietness proves to have more impact than anything amplified.
I saw him at the Fox Theater in Atlanta on Sunday. It was just him and his guitar (harmonica at times). Probably the best concert I've ever been to.
pbrentlinger
This song has the perfect mix of melancholy and musicality. Ray's voice is perfect for expressing pain and truth. Great stuff if you need to feel that someone else understands.
jasonmlehr
Saw him in Cleveland a few weeks ago. Can't wait to see him again .
rforskier
saw him preform this a couple of weeks ago... simply amazing.
I first heard this song just a few minutes ago -- truly amazing. The lyrics, the musical backing are all full of feeling and meaning. It's an instant favorite.
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walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we've made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.