1. |
Deep Water
03:36
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I am not some princess who sits waiting to be saved
If I can’t find an opening, I dig my own way
Out of this mess into a bigger one
Where the trees are less but the people just as warm
Safe harbors I’ve known all along this coast
And my feet ain’t even wet
But when I find deep water
I’m jumping in
I play ball with the big girls, I’m 5 feet 1
When the ladies let me talk, I just crack my gum
No pretense, no faking, not some joke that I am playing
One shot is all I got, like a play you are staging
Don’t wait up, I know I don’t call much
But I have my ways of checking in
But when I find deep water
I intend to swim
It’s a world I don’t know but I’m willing to forego all those lessons I learned in swimming school
I’ll swish the salt in my mouth then I am jumping out of this chlorine infested “kiddy” pool
I’m not afraid to be spurned, shot down or burned
I ain’t giving up, I ain’t giving in
When I find deep water
I intend to swim
I am not some cave girl you just throw across your back
I have learned my lesson and I know better than that
I will follow the light to edge of this cave
Then come back to show you the wheel I have made
And if they spurn me, shoot me down and burn me,
Just tell me you’ll still love me as I am
When I find deep water
I intend to swim
When I find deep water
I’m jumping in
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2. |
Hard Times, Our Times
02:57
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Pappy’s got the green lung, won’t quit the plow
Pappy’s got a machine to breathe for him now
Pappy’s got the farm stuck in his chest
Pappy’s got the green lung, the green lung
Daddy’s got the dirt up under his nails
Daddy prays the crop ain’t gonna fail
Daddy’s got the farm balled up in his fist
Daddy’s got the hard times, the hard times
Dirt turns to dust when the rain don’t show
I can feel the frost coming in my bones
Who’s going to plant all the winter rye?
We are waiting for our time, for our time
Momma’s got worry stuck in her hips
Momma's got her breast to the baby’s lips
Momma’s got the worry stuck in her chest
Momma’s got the hard times, the hard times
But it’s coming, Momma says it’s coming
Yes it’s coming, our time is coming
Hard times
Hard times
Dirt turns to dust when the rain don’t show
I can feel the frost coming in my bones
Who’s going to plant all the winter rye?
We are waiting for our time, for our time
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3. |
Hymn
04:17
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Don’t squint your eyes
Keep them wide
It’s a panoramic view
Five pictures across
You will get lost
When your camera is stuck in zoom
The optic nerve
Does not serve
To show the worth of it all
My mouth can’t make to speak
My hand can’t make to draw
If it doesn’t seem like much
Maybe you’re not looking hard enough
If it isn’t what you thought you’d have
What world are you looking at?
You can’t compensate
For your legs
Let the chair keep you off your feet
The booze won’t make you strong
The TV won’t make you complete
By the order of events, I know
I’m somewhere just past the start
I’m striding every mile
With all four chambers of my heart
If it doesn’t seem like much
Maybe you’re not looking hard enough
If it isn’t what you thought you’d have
What world are you looking at?
Mine eyes have seen the glory
That you cannot reason away
My ears have heard the beauty
Of the perfect turn of phrase
If I could write like that
If I could speak like that
If it doesn’t seem like much
Maybe you’re not looking hard enough
If it isn’t what you thought you’d have
What world are you looking at?
Don’t squint your eyes
Keep them wide
It’s a panoramic view
Five pictures across
You will get lost
When your camera is stuck in zoom
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4. |
Farmer's Prayer
03:36
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Our Father who art in heaven
How do the crops grow there
Does springtime bring you plenty of food
Does winter leave the ground still bare
O, my father, did your daddy grown grain
To feed the cows, did they come when he called
Mother dear, it’s you why I’m here
To make sure the work gets done, who knew I’d stay this long
I was born with two callused hands
Mud stuck to my feet
My mind’s not fit to stick around this town
Lord, what were you thinkin’ when you made me
What were you thinking when you made me
Lord, you say the rain falls the same on everyone
But I got friends thirstier than me
I wish I could know that you hear my prayers,
Sometimes I feel I need to scream
I was born with two callused hands
Mud stuck to my feet
My mind’s not fit to stick around this town
Lord, what were you thinkin’ when you made me
What were you thinking when you made me
I’ve been to cities, they grow such different things
Buildings that live through the frost
The gardens are just for pretty there
And the weather is just for talk
The weather is just for talk
Lord, I can feel you sometimes when I run alone
My knees buckle in the cold wind
If I can find work throughout wintertime
We could still have a good spring
I was born with two callused hands
Mud stuck to my feet
My mind’s not fit to stick around this town
Lord, what were you thinkin’ when you made me
What were you thinking when you made me
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5. |
Hard Hearted Woman
03:37
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I am a product of my mother and my father
Of small town America, don’t even bother
Trying to peg me as survivor of a plight I’ve yet to know
I know I am not the only one who’s got something to show
And you always said you wanted a hard-hearted woman
That is until you met me
And all I want is someone to bare with my this burden
Of turning out all right in spite of the company
I am a recipe of everything passed down to me
Two decades of history and I’m still learning how to cook
Now I know much better than to go by every first impression
It’s a long hard lesson, I’m still learning how to look
And you always said you wanted a hard-hearted woman
That’s until you got to know me
And all I want is someone to bare with my this burden
Of turning out all right in spite of the company
And if you break my heart you know you won’t be the first
And it won’t be the worst thing to happen
As far as I can bend before I start to break
I might start to sway I might even waver
As much as I pretend I do learn from the mistakes
You know I can’t always stay on my best behavior
And you always said you wanted a hard-hearted woman
But boy, you ain’t foolin’ me
And all I want is someone to bare with my this burden
Of turning out all right in spite of the company
I know I am just one creature in this habitat surrounding us
And I’m still growing up and I’m still learning how to love
And you always said you wanted a hard-hearted woman
But boy, you ain’t foolin’ me
And all I want is someone to bare with my this burden
Of turning out all right in spite of me
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6. |
Practice
03:24
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All I ever wanted
Was for you to want to know me
Instead of that girl in your fantasy
Who writes songs for you
Pines the day long for you
Lives for the air that you breathe
Still I fell for you
All of your tattoos
Your unwarranted loneliness
When all I ever wanted
Was for you to just hold me
And love me as is
I let you practice on my heart
But I could not play the part
You wrote for me
Last time I saw you
You were the same you
I was a different version of me
Still blowing your bullshit
Preaching your pride
And calling yourself free
Still I fell for you
Now these laters you
Still haunt me in my dreams
I wake up wanting
For you to just hold me
And love me for me
You let me practice with your heart
But I could not play the part
You wrote for me
I know love shouldn’t hurt like that did
But it did
You left me so much lonelier in the end
Before you and after
You take up the space
Between every tongue I taste
I got regrets I wish I’d forget
I wish I’d forget
We were just practicing with our hearts
But I could not play the part
You wrote for me
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No matter how the earth was made
In one big bang or seven days
All I know is I can’t know it all
Every little mustard seed
Is bound to grow to bigger things
And I can’t wait to show you it all
The world is going to love you
I just know it
Everybody is going to love you
I just know it
Baby you were just a dream
Staring at the curtain seams
Waiting for the first act to start
The overture began to play
And then you came to take the stage
And everyone began to play their parts
The world is going to love you
I just know it
Everybody is going to love you
I just know it
Baby you were born to play this role
In a script where we’re learning the lines as we go
All the world’s a stage and this is your show
The plot will get you down sometimes
The scenery will change and you forget your lines
All the world’s a stage and the play is your life
The world is going to love you
And you’re going to love it too
Everybody is going to love you
Just like we already do
The world is going to love you
I just know it
Everybody is going to love you
I just know it
No matter how the earth was made
In one big bang or seven days
All I know is I can’t know it all
Every little mustard seed
Is bound to grow to bigger things
And I can’t wait to show you it all
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8. |
Heart on Fire
04:19
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My heart is so heavy, so broken and unsteady
That it just can’t compete with all the rest of me
My heart is so tired, exhausted uninspired
Just waiting for the muse, to set it back on fire, set it on fire
My heart is so sore, from trying to do more
Those things I cannot change but cannot ignore
My heart is so confused, just trying to find some truth
A place to put this faith, and put myself to use, to use
Do I make you proud?
Tell me what’s my part
Lay this burden down
Lift up my heavy heart
My heart is so heavy, filled to capacity
But always gathering, pumping and pumping
My hearted is so tired, worn out but wired
Just waiting for a flame to set it back on fire, on fire
My heart is so scared, uncertain unprepared
What if I reach for something, and it isn’t there
My heart tries so hard, to stop picking things apart
Just let myself be loved, and love things as they are, as they are
Do I make you proud?
Tell me what’s my part
Lay this burden down
Lift up my heavy heart
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9. |
Had a Mind, Had a Heart
02:46
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Had a mind to change
But I thought I’d keep me as is
Reckon I have done my time
Trying to fit in
Talk of weather, waste my words
Resign to common ground
Struggle just to steady my hand
To try and write it down
Which reflection will last?
Is this me at my best?
Had a heart to love a man
But he gone did me wrong
Took up with my friends
Now all of them are gone
Serves me right to love someone
Who does not deserve me
Keep friends who do not
Give a damn if they hurt me
Which lesson will last?
Keep my heart in my chest
Someday soon I’ll resume
As if I never lost my place
All the while making notes to myself
In the margins of each page
Had a mind to change
But I thought I’d keep me as is
Reckon I have done my time
Trying to fit in
Talk of weather, waste my words
Resign to common ground
Struggle just to steady my hand
To try and write it down
Which reflection will last?
Wait for me at my best
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10. |
Farmer's Plea
02:52
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Stay away from my fields
The land of my will
Stay away from this soil
My last name has tilled
Keep away from lover
My neighbors and friends
Though you make a fine offer
I see how some might give in
But I am no gambler
When it comes to this farm’s fate
Money may be lovely
But what can it cultivate?
You can keep your white collar
And your tailored suits
You can keep all your dollars
If that’s what pleases you
If you could hear the farmer’s prayer
See her visions vividly
You’d see that she dreams of
A different kind of green
God save my town
When the factories disband
And take their homes south
I pray for every idle hand
God bless my farm
My neighbors and my love
That he will stay with me
When harvest time comes
So get away from my fields
The land of my will
Get away from this soil
My last name forever tills
And what can you offer
But a wealth that fades away
Money may be lovely
But what can it cultivate
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11. |
Pennies
03:07
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I’ll tell you what I’m thinking
For that penny that you promised
Penny that you promised to me, to me
I’m flattered that you find me
Good natured and honest
I’m flattered that you find me in such company
Lord, make me a girl
All the boys want to dance with
Seek romance with on a Saturday night
Lord, make me a woman
All the men buy drinks for
Stop to think for because they covet my mind
Is this how it goes
Where you show me your best
Like you’re taking some test and turn into someone else
Is this how it goes
Where you follow along
Until you find that the song sounded better in your head
Lord, make me a girl
All the boys want to dance with
Seek romance with on a Saturday night
Lord, make me a woman
All the men buy drinks for
Stop to think for because they covet my mind
Watch out baby, welcome to my world
Dare you enter
Better leave your expectations by the door
When all that I want is you as you are
No games, no less, no more
I’ll tell you what I’m thinking
For that penny that you promised
Penny that you promised to me, to me
One penny, one thought
Why should it cost at all
Just to tell me how it’s really going to be
Lord, make me a girl
All the boys want to dance with
Seek romance with on a Saturday night
Lord, make me a woman
All the men buy drinks for
Stop to think for because they covet my mind
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12. |
Stranger
03:24
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I am a stranger, wayfaring and poor
Shaking dust off my boots at my neighbor’s door
I’ve come many miles and I’ll go many more
But I am a stranger
Give me a name that I can keep
So when I am called, I know how to speak
I walk hand in hand with the foolish and the weak
But I am a stranger
Who am I?
Who am I?
Nobody knows me
Stuck in this skin, I drag my plough
Planting the seeds as I till the ground
I come and I go, but in my own town
I am a stranger
There ain’t no heaven I find on this map
But straight is the way, narrow the path
The earth is round, but this world feels so flat
So I am a stranger
Who am I?
Who am I?
Nobody knows me
I am a stranger, wayfaring and poor
That’s how I’ll be until I am no more
Until I am more, until I am no more
I am a stranger
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13. |
Jericho
03:00
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Blow your trumpet so loud that the walls fall down
The walls fall down, fall down
Blow your trumpet so loud that the walls fall down
The walls fall down, fall down
From the valve of my mouth
To the drum of your ear
Lobe of your brain
To the vein in your heart
Baby, it’s just temporary atmosphere
Ashes to ashes
It ends like it starts
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
If I could change how the world works
I’d fix it all
If I could change how the world hurts
I’d tear down the walls
Let the rain fall down until the barbed wire rusts
‘Til there’s nothing numb us
Nothing to shut us up
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
Blow your trumpet so loud
Draw me a line
I want to cross it
You can play it safe but I’m pushing buttons
Let’s pretend that we are instruments
Instead of broken little girls and boys
Make amends with this predicament
And be a wrecking ball that breaks through the noise
Blow your trumpet so loud that the walls fall down
The walls fall down, fall down
Blow your trumpet so loud that the walls fall down
The walls fall down, fall down
From the valve of my mouth
To the drum of your ear
Lobe of your brain
To the vein in your heart
Baby, it’s just temporary atmosphere
Ashes to ashes
It ends like it starts
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