1. |
Mardi Gras Morning
03:17
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I’m not drunk I’m just tired
Been a marathon week of working and wired
Cramming everything trying to fill up my brain to the brink
But I gave it my all yah I left it on the table
And when I stood up I felt rather unstable
But that’s what I get for trying so hard to think
On Mardi Gras morning
When I’m stuck in school
How could life be so cruel
As a midterm scheduled at 9am on
Mardi Gras morning
I’m the biggest fool
I forgot the golden rule
When you’re out of state
No one knows the date
I’m not drunk but I hope I soon will be
Gotta catch up to my friends in the Marigny
Even if it’s virtually by the way of Facebook
So I put on my feathers and some glitter for sparkle
Not a costume per say, but in Georgia it’s a marvel
So honey be a peach and try a friendlier look
Cuz it’s Mardi Gras morning
And I’m stuck in school
How could life be so cruel
As a midterm scheduled at 9am on
Mardi Gras morning
I’m the biggest fool
I forgot the golden rule
When you’re out of state
No one knows the date
No one knows the date
It’s Mardi Gras morning
And no one knows the date
It’s Mardi Gras morning
I’m not drunk, well maybe just a little
I got OZ on but it’s harder to revel
As a party of one when you’re 500 miles away
So I guess that it’s time to chalk it up to higher learning
Drink to my friends and hope that they’re burning
A candle for two at both ends as they dance and play
On Mardi Gras morning
When I’m stuck in school
How could life be so cruel
As a midterm scheduled at 9am on
Mardi Gras morning
I’m the biggest fool
I forgot the golden rule
When you’re out of state
No one knows the date
And it’s just another cold Tuesday
And you wonder what they’re going to say
About your green and gold lame´
But you really don’t care anyway
Cuz it’s Mardi Gras morning
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2. |
Angel of St. Martinville
02:48
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Guitars, guns and airboats
Sunshine in the sky
Moonlight in a Mason jar
And care goes by and by
Everything is motion
(but) there’s a stillness in the wind
will I ever have the chance to live like this again?
Give me time
Oh sweet angel of St. Martinville
Give me time
Time to sit and breathe
Give me time
And watch the clouds roll slowly
Give me time
Through a sea of Cyprus trees
Gators in the grass
Snakes are hanging from the trees
There’s a slowness that’s surrounding
Almost everything I see
Just the thought of crawfish
And I start throwing lines
I hope I soak it all in to savor in my mind
Give me time
Oh sweet angel of St. Martinville
Give me time
Time to sit and breathe
Give me time
And watch the clouds roll slowly
Give me time
Through a sea of Cyprus trees
Time goes by indifferently
(yah) it’ll pass you by
In a blink you’re on the brink
So best enjoy the ride
You can wander over water
You can hover in the air
Just take the time to witness
All the beauty everywhere
Give me time
Oh sweet angel of St. Martinville
Give me time
Time to sit and breathe
Give me time
And watch the clouds roll slowly
Give me time
Through a sea of Cyprus trees
Standing sentry
At the edge of the bay
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3. |
Mr. Okra
03:29
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I have the mango
I have peaches I have plums
I have eggplant
I have yams and the mirliton
I have blueberry
I have cantaloupe too
My name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
I said my name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
I have bell pepper
Potato and pole bean
I have cucumber
I have the sweet strawberries
I have kumquat
I have apricot too
My name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
I said my name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
There ain’t no joy
Like your own employ
No better plan
I’m a self-made man
I love my truck and what I do
Gonna bring the garden straight to you
When you hear my voice you’ll know it’s true
I got joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
I have the mango
I have tomato and onion
I have banana
I have oranges and pecans
I have celery
Eatin’ pears and apples too
My name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
I said my name is Mr. Okra and I bring them all to you
There ain’t no joy
Like your own employ
No better plan
I’m a self-made man
I love my truck and what I do
Gonna bring the garden straight to you
When you hear my voice you’ll know it’s true
I got joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
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4. |
On Her Way
04:27
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Walking with a mission
She is trying to fight the symptoms of despair
Looking at the trees
And breathing in the air
Thinking back on younger days
And all the ways she’s stumbled getting here
She stops to kick a stone
and trips before it clears
But she is on her way to
Find some place new
To watch the clouds float by
Where the river meets the sky
She is certainly familiar
With the humble role of falling in the wrong
Cuz steady as she goes
Only lasts so long
But the weaving and the wobble
Aren’t the worst way you can follow
Your own dreams
And it’s better then backwards
Or disappearing
And she is on her way to
Find some place new
To watch the clouds float by
Where the river meets the sky
When something as simple
As the night arrives
And sounds and scents
All come alive
Remember you once did delight
In the joy of the first firefly
As crazy as it sounds
She did take a look around and crack as smile
It’s funny how a nudge
Can carry you for miles
So tripping over trees now
And weaving through the breeze
She’s moving on
I can’t see her face
But I can hear her song
Cuz she is on her way to
Find some place new
To watch the clouds float by
Where the river meets the sky
She is looking forwards
Moving towards a
Slower pace of life
Where the river meets the sky
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5. |
A Place for Everyone
05:30
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I went out on the ocean
Vast beneath the sky
For straight days I kept in my place
Then cast it all aside
I went down to the brink
Stayed up til the breaking of the sun
Watching the world fill up
Through my empty cup
I hope there’s a place for everyone
And I can feel in this moment
The tugging of the tides
Telling tall tales to fill my sails
With temporary guise
I went down to the brink
Stayed up til the breaking of the sun
Watching the world fill up
Through my empty cup
I hope there’s a place for everyone
Cuz I feel so torn in two
Between my life inside
And the things I have to do to get by
Oh hungry heart
With your pulse blood quickening
Hold tight your love
Til I can start to breathe again
(so) I’m staring out at the ocean
to where the sea meets the sky
looking low and high for the ties that bind
across all distance and time
I went down to the brink
Stayed up til the breaking of the sun
Watching the world fill up
Through my empty cup
I hope there’s a place for everyone
Watching the world fill up
Through my empty cup
I hope there’s a place for everyone
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6. |
This Time
03:40
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Could it be premonition
These dogs barking at night
Can they see what kind of mystery
Looms just out of sight
Cuz I don’t feel superstitious
But I can sense the rising signs
Tensing tight with warning at
The winding taut of time
And I don’t want to be so vulnerable
No I don’t want to be so vulnerable
This time
Mary called on Tuesday
She got the weight pulling hard on her heart
And I am stuck in Oklahoma
Slipshod and praying
I can’t shake this aching
Like it’s all falling apart
And I don’t want to be so vulnerable
No I don’t want to be so vulnerable
This time
Speeding down in brakeless flight
Skin and bones and compromises
I realize there’s no stopping now
So call me a reckoning
Call me a liar
Call me your sympathy
Sweet honey fire
Call me a consequence
Call me a show
Call me your loneliness
But baby, baby please
Don’t let go
Cuz I don’t want to be so vulnerable
No I don’t want to be so vulnerable
This time
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7. |
Bosom of Abraham
04:55
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Every day I wake up knowing
The moment the light kisses my eyes
That time is an endless road
Stretching before me, slipping away
And I am lost in the bosom of Abraham
Let me go, let me find my way
I have crossed every season of innocence
Innocence
Innocence
Careful how you choose companions
Careful when you cry out loud
The sound of sorrow is the scent of weakness
To those who will swarm in and cut you down
And I am lost in the bosom of Abraham
Let me go, let me find my way
I have crossed every season of innocence
Innocence
Innocence
Am I still human?
Am I still human to you?
If I should kneel before the altar
And give up to God my only son
But where was my angel of intercession
And who now will save me from what I have done?
I am lost in the bosom of Abraham
Let me go, let me find my way
I have crossed every season of innocence
Innocence
Innocence
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8. |
Atchafalaya
03:56
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I got a bee in my bonnet
A ragged old itch in my vein
Once the water works its way in
You ain’t never gonna be the same
Bring me on down to the bayou
Where the alligator roam
And the crawfish build their castles high
In the mud by the side of the road
Bring me on down before the setting of the sun
Cuz when they raise the gates tomorrow
The Atchafalaya River gonna run
I caught it hook, line and sinker
I got the fever of the swamp
I wanna dive beneath the floating land
And dig up a fat catfish haunt
Bring me on down to the Basin
Where the sugarcane fields grow
And the tractor trails of dust rise high
All the way to Thibodeaux
Bring me on down before the setting of the sun
Cuz when they raise the gates tomorrow
The Atchafalaya River gonna run
I wanna climb every cypress
Press my face into the bark
Perch atop an eagle’s nest
To watch for eyes glowing in the dark
Bring me on down to the water
Before the flood of silt descends
I wanna ride beneath the risen bridge
To where the open bay begins
Bring me on down before the setting of the sun
Cuz when they raise the gates tomorrow
The Atchafalaya River gonna run
Bring me on down before the setting of the sun
Cuz when they raise the gates tomorrow
The Atchafalaya River gonna run
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You sat up on the steps
Lit your cigarette
And told me not to fear
But you, blowing out your smoke
Coughed until you choked
Blinking back your tears
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Everything comes back around
And you said never mind the blood
I’ve handled rougher stuff
And I’m not leaving here
But you are cut down to the bone
I’m not leaving you alone
But I’ll go get us a both a beer
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Everything comes back around
But you say sometimes I wish
I could just start again
Or maybe better
Finally give in
But I
Oh I
I won’t let them get me down
I know it’ll come around
So you don’t need to worry
I’ll just rest here awhile
And watch time take a slow breath
And blow on by
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10. |
Jupiter to the Moon
02:58
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I got the weight of the world pulling me down
I got a phone in each hand and a man on the lam
And all the buzz and the static is drowning out
The sound of music
I fear a head-on collision is round the next bend
And I can’t get out when the tide’s rolling in
So I think it’s time I run to the shelter in my head
That’s music
So I strap myself to a comet
Just to feel what it was like
And I found myself on Jupiter
On my way to the moon
On my way to the moon
I can see straight to the ground
Everything is clear
No more fighting gravity
No more fear
Give my love to friend and foe
I’m going where no one else can go
cuz I strapped myself to a comet
Just to feel what it was like
And I found myself on Jupiter
On my way to the moon
On my way to the moon
So don’t worry and don’t wait up
So don’t worry and don’t wait up
So don’t worry and don’t wait up
I’m not coming back
I strapped myself to a comet
Just to feel what it was like
And I found myself on Jupiter
On my way to the moon
On my way to the moon
I am alive and I am living
And I don’t just want to survive
Cuz up here in the atmosphere
I am free
I am free
I am free
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11. |
'light Again
03:49
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I been pickin my way down to Arkansas
switching ‘tween the rolls of Scruggs & claw
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
thinking ‘bout them redemptive dreams
the ones we lose and what they mean
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
cuz it’s been oh my (oh my lord)
oh my lord so long
since I packed up (packed my troubles)
my troubles and gone away
to cross this country as the birds do fly
hopping them rails and sipping that rye
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
making my living in a mason jar
with my new banjo and my old guitar
wonder if I’ll ever light again
cuz it’s been oh my (oh my lord)
oh my lord so long
since I packed up (packed my troubles)
my troubles and gone away
it may seem lonesome to be on your own
but the open road is where I’m home
I might head on next down to New Orleans
follow that river and find them dreams
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
or maybe out west towards a big blue sky
where the deserts roll and the canyons rise
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
cuz it’s been oh my (oh my lord)
oh my lord so long
since I packed up (packed my troubles)
my troubles and gone away
I left pretty quick on a Christmas day
Said, “I love you, but I just can’t stay.”
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
Cuz I can’t be everything for anyone
and if you hold too tight I’m sure to run
wonder if I’ll ever ‘light again
it may seem lonesome to be on your own
but the open road is where I’m home
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12. |
Ragdoll
04:02
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Sometimes I feel like a ragdoll
Held together by string
Made out of parts
From some leftover hearts
Just trying to be something
Sometimes I feel like a scarecrow
Tethered and bound in the sun
Made out of straw
And this fatal flaw
I’m still trying to overcome
Oh lord I’m in trouble
That woman got me on my knees
Filling my head
With things never said
That still point the finger at me
Cuz I feel my body aching
I got this fever coming on
Slow burning coal
That won’t let me go
Hot as the heat of a gun
And I am caught in-between
This push pull yearning for freedom
And if it’s more than it seems
How do you know
How do you know?
Cuz sometimes I feel like a statue
Standing still as a stone
While the world flies by
And the spinning sky
Blurs everything I’ve known
I’m blown about by the wind
Holding on again
Blown about by the wind
Holding on again
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13. |
Comfort and the Light
04:05
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Bring me comfort and the light
give me time to get it right
cuz I’ve been sober now for all of 14 days
and I can feel the difference in
the way I fill my skin
and how memory keeps flooding back again
I’ve been gone for far too long floating in a feint of fog
gettin lit on whiskey nips to shine it on
but when the morning sigh would come
‘neath the blinding truth of sun
how my heavy head shamefully hung
So bring me comfort and the light
give me time to get it right
cuz I’ve been sober now for all of 14 days
and I can feel the difference in
the way I fill my skin
and how memory keeps flooding back again
I’m too old to think the past can redeem this lot I’ve cast
but at least I’m trying now every day
and if I hold a constant hope
it’s to believe my body knows how to heal itself
so humbly I pray
To bring me comfort and the light
give me time to get it right
cuz I’ve been sober now for all of 14 days
and I can feel the difference in
this shedding of my skin
and how memory keeps flooding back again
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Sonia Tetlow Atlanta, Georgia
Sonia Tetlow is musician who studies the craft of song, a songwriter who performs with abandon, giving herself freely to the moment of live music making. Her music blends Atlanta indie and hints of punk rock with the New Orleans rhythms of her roots. She has had the pleasure of sharing the stage with artists such as Patti Smith, Indigo Girls, and Paul Sanchez and the Rolling Road Show. ... more
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