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why dont you stay?
04:12
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Passion skunk, I am an easy drunk, clear my throat, serve me some luck. See northern
lights bear witness to my lone struck joy. Why don’t you stay? Serve you some love…
Speak through me, this day come tome, breaking bread, and getting down, oh clumsy
days, come rumble down this sunset strip…Why don’t you stay? Serve you some love…
Passion skunk, I am an easy drunk, clear my mind, serve you some luck. Deep into this
trust I plunge, come northern lights bear witness to these lone struck joys.
Why don’t you stay? Serve you some love,
Dream me, shake me, tip me face up, or welcome you make me, why don’t you stay?
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2. |
i walk through
03:30
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I walked into that bitter day
my heart was strung, pulled that way,
I walked until my legs were sore
Then I walked some more.
Stark horizon, restless wind,
I had lost my place again,
I, I walk right through,
I walked into the blue
Though I know this road wont lead to you,
I walk right through.
Snow-blind, sun-stoned,
I crunch the figures, come back numb
I am what I am, I’m not what I’m not
faced the price, forgot the cost, oh
Now that fortune’s long past lost
and I, I walk right through
I walk in endless blue
With a fair wind, a touch of you
I walk right through.
I left right through.
I walk into this bitter day
my heart is strung, pulled this way
I walk until my legs are sore,
Then I walk some more.
Stark horizon, restless wind,
I have lost my place again.
my flying feet come face to face
these fatal flaws
My saving graces,
I, I walk right through
I walk in endless blue
With a fair wind, a touch of you
I walk right through
I will walk on through
With a blackbird cry, a touch of you
I walk right through.
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3. |
cry of a loon live
03:59
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Way up north, searching for some love on the radio
Weatherman says sun, still windshield wipers
keep time to my heartbeat,
Been some time since I heard your voice
feels like years since you made the choice
to go our own ways
Jack pine trying to stand tall, spruce are crying
in what’s left of the woods
Makes me think of the time we said goodbye
was all so wrong I could not cry
though we both knew. was just a phase we’re going through
I give my good love to you,
like a cry of a loon.
The fire throws a light on faces gathered to warm their bones
We ease out a story, kick out a song
Taste the body of our wine the whole night long
someone here’s missing their house and home
aint no-one here alone
But the wind come howling, the camp takes shelter
from a midnight storm.
been in the bush near to seven weeks
some time to think, some words to speak
still your laughter haunts my mind like a cry of a loon,
like a cry of a loon.
Way up north, nothing but love on the radio
Weatherman says sun, but the windshield wipers
keep time to my heartbeat
Makes me think of the time we said goodbye
was all so wrong we could not cry
though we both knew was just a phase we’re going through
I give my good love to you
like a cry of a loon…
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4. |
all ready home live
03:58
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tom eastland Peterborough, Ontario
"Beautiful material…Tom possesses a unique outlook and open-hearted vision in his music…with razor sharp lyrics and stories
that flow crystal clear, Tom is
a song writing Wizard…” Ryan Weber, The Weber Brothers, 2019.
Tom Eastland is an alternative folk-rock singer-songwriter currently based in Peterborough, Canada. Tom celebrates music as a vital way to transcend borders and build community.
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