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Know I'm For You
03:30
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Lounging with intent by the riverside
On a smooth green dripping night by the bridge to Lorelei
I'm feeling semi potent, I haven't had a drink
It's the dancing of these fireflies and ribbits of the bullfrogs make me
Know I'm for you
Know I'm for you
I feel like I just gave my all
To a grateful Southern audience at a backwoods bayou ball
I'm spent, I suck this cigarette
And I feel my smile emerging cause I'm waiting and I'm yearning and I
Know I'm for you
Know I'm for you
Later at the picnic table, we carve our names sincerely
To love and obey in honor of our moment out of time
And I know I'm for you
I know I'm for you — yeah I do
On the back deck of a crab shack I know I'm for you
In the middle of the night on the river I know I’m for you
With my back to the wall at the end of the line I'm for you
Waiting patiently under this willow tree for you
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Navajo Calm
04:20
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Me and my friend Jim
Hit the road one night in August
Shifting through the Midwest sodium lamps
Every blackout making us more west
I wish I'd known the road that seemed so long
Would lead through trees to a dose of Navajo Calm
Serenity ain't meant for me
At least that’s how part of me sees it
Then Jim mocks duality
And takes the wheel while I peel layers
I wish I'd known the road that seemed so long
Would lead through trees to a dose of Navajo Calm
I don't know what they know but I can take it breezy
I don't know how to grow but I ease into the
Sleazy places with worn-out faces and infinite eyes
Jim and I cry, higher than high; is this how the Navajo die?
Nobody's calm here in Kamiah
In fact I think there’s something wrong here in Kamiah
The alarm don't ring but there's smoke in the air
There’s smoke in the air
I wish I’d know the road that seemed so wrong
Would lead to peace in the arms of a Navajo strong
Driving up these switchbacks
The grade it goes to plateau level
The truck it comes from up there
And calm ain't how I used to use the word
I'll keep driving forwards, east then westward
My best intentions left
Like a sixer in the river, forgotten and cold
Jim and I roam, cold and alone; is this what the Navajo call home?
Me and my friend Jim
Hit the road one night in August
Skipping through the Midwest sodium lamps
Every blackout making us more west
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Harry Kimball Lisbon, Maine
Harry Kimball is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist whose compositions carry a wistful melancholy tinged with dark humor. He borrows from John Prine’s sepia realism and Warren Zevon’s playful world-weariness, adding the lyrical density of Stephen Malkmus and the literary sensibilities of Bill Callahan. Follow Harry on Facebook + Instagram @ harrykimballsongs ... more
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