Music. Ray LaMontagne
Posted on Oct 30th, 2006
by
Monica
This is my latest obsession, and one of my favorite artists. I absolutely LOVE his new album Till the Sun Turns Black. Beautiful lyrics , reflects such intense depth and shadow.....
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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
Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's 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
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers 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 quiet love we make
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
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Empty Lyrics
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
Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's 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
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers 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 quiet love we make
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
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Thanks for leading me to this artist! He's my pick for this week for New Music Tuesday. “Be Here Now” is my favorite track.
I just saw Ray L. live in concert this weekend in Michigan. He was AMAZING! The crowd a had assigned seats, but about a third through the concert a couple got up and danced, and soon after that we all rushed up to the stage to join them. He sang his heart out, but did not talk with the audience much. That is okay by me. He has said all he needs to say in his music….
Monica
“Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me” …
This line is a powerful truth I have realized and pursued. Healing / revealing all our inner pain can bring us to a state unimaginable before the journey.
I facilitate this journey for people who are ready.
peace to you,
T