Abigail Washburn — Dreams Of Nectar
Album: City Of Refuge
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Released: 2011
Length: 5:46
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The first day I stand foot
In this fair country
Boarder man took my paper
Told me I would be free
Boarder man took my paper
Told me I was now free
Walking out into the open air
Well what did I see
Birds flying on a westwind
Sure an omen for me
Opened up my mama’s suitcase
Saw the holes in my shoes
Kicked off my old home soil
Knowing I couldn’t lose
I kicked off that dried up soil
Knowing I couldn’t lose
With my hands down on three jobs
From the morning through the night
Weary eyes don’t see the difference
’Tween the dark and the light
Weary eyes don’t see the difference
’Tween the dark and the light
10 years later Papa wrote me
Saying Mama had died
Wish that I could see her face now
And the hope in her eyes
Wish that I could see her face now
And the hope in her eyes
I’m just old now, all alone
In a land of fertile life
I see my unborn born babies
Tired birds in the sky
I see my unborn born babies
Tired birds in the sky
Before I die grant me one thing
Grant one thing to me
Don’t let me dream of nectar
Make me fruit on the tree
In this fair country
Boarder man took my paper
Told me I would be free
Boarder man took my paper
Told me I was now free
Walking out into the open air
Well what did I see
Birds flying on a westwind
Sure an omen for me
Opened up my mama’s suitcase
Saw the holes in my shoes
Kicked off my old home soil
Knowing I couldn’t lose
I kicked off that dried up soil
Knowing I couldn’t lose
With my hands down on three jobs
From the morning through the night
Weary eyes don’t see the difference
’Tween the dark and the light
Weary eyes don’t see the difference
’Tween the dark and the light
10 years later Papa wrote me
Saying Mama had died
Wish that I could see her face now
And the hope in her eyes
Wish that I could see her face now
And the hope in her eyes
I’m just old now, all alone
In a land of fertile life
I see my unborn born babies
Tired birds in the sky
I see my unborn born babies
Tired birds in the sky
Before I die grant me one thing
Grant one thing to me
Don’t let me dream of nectar
Make me fruit on the tree
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Could just about substitute the lyrics to Janis Joplin's Mercedes Benz into this song. Oh lord won't you buy me...
daveesh wrote:
God no...though Nora has put out an interesting tune or so.
This is hauntingly beautiful and ends as well as it begins - better, certainly!
norah, is that you?
This is hauntingly beautiful and ends as well as it begins - better, certainly!
Interesting metaphors there at the end.
Angelic....Mmm....
FYI, the main theme of this song is based on the "Cherry Tree Carol." There is a great rendition by Joan Baez on YouTube.
daveesh wrote:
Exactly what I was thinking.
norah, is that you?
Exactly what I was thinking.
This song made me think of Incubus' Aqueous Transmission. Not sure why.
ihategrapejuice wrote:
amen
lovely hints of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" in this often hymn-like song
amen
That's just gorgeous!
Carl wrote:
Yeah. RP should play them back to back!
The end of this sounded like a transition into Taj Mahal's "Queen Bee"!
Yeah. RP should play them back to back!
The end of this sounded like a transition into Taj Mahal's "Queen Bee"!
This artist and I were practically neighbors. I'm enjoying what I hear.
nice
She's like the female Mumford Brothers. I can't take the plodding tempo and "woes me" vocal style. I'll stick with Ray Lamontagne.
Ms. Washburn, continuing to make peace with banjo haters worldwide. Nice.
I think this one is in the running for being the song with the longest ending
Great live performer. Also a very interesting story of how she was "discovered".
lovely hints of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" in this often hymn-like song
daveesh wrote:
Ha! I was thinking the same thing!
norah, is that you?
Ha! I was thinking the same thing!
daveesh wrote:
She is also Mrs. Bela Fleck.
And not playing her clawfoot banjo, either....very eclectic.
norah, is that you?
She is also Mrs. Bela Fleck.
And not playing her clawfoot banjo, either....very eclectic.
norah, is that you?