Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics

Coming Down the Mountain Hurt So Good L. Rodenbough J. Terrell

I was up to my elbows Hey there, Molly, hold your lamp up high You know the way it gets Meet me in the woods round midnight I was looking for exits and I had far too many friends For a to-and-fro, but we didn’t know So I packed up my suitcase That it would hurt so good I threw away my phone I told you I loved you, I just had to leave you alone Lay down easy in a bed of moss I can still hear the crickets we were brushing off Then I went walking through the rhododendron flowers Now it’s gone but it isn’t lost Got me a fishing pole and it’s been ten years now Because it hurt so good

I’m coming down the mountain again Hurt so good, soft shoe dancing in the cottonwood Get the word to all my good-time friends We thought we shouldn’t but we knew we should The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end Yeah, because it hurt so good I’m coming down the mountain again

A jealous heart and a roving eye I traded my trimmings Things start to lean when they get too high For a white cotton robe A hometown Shakespeare Hollywood I gave up my grudges and paid back all my loans You know it hurt so good You fools in your cities

You think you got it made There wasn’t much thrown but stones and sticks The yoke of this harlequin world will break you to pieces Nothing that a handful of years won’t fix someday A dozen kisses and a dozen licks

And you’ll go walking through the rhododendron flowers You know it hurt so good Looking for white robes but the prophet won’t be found Hurt so good, sneaking cross town to your neighborhood

Pick out a partner and twirl ‘em like you should Cause I’m coming down the mountain again Because it hurts so good Get the word to all my good-time friends

Hey there, Molly, walk softly now The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end

I’m coming down the mountain again Look back and laugh what we figured out We kicked the tires and we peeked under the hood Let’s go walking through the rhododendron flowers

You know it hurt so good Isn’t it lovely above the madding crowd?

It was a pinewood derby of a slow reveal I’m coming down the mountain again A slip-n-slide ride on a minefield Get the word to all my good-time friends But once you get close, well, you gotta seal the deal The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end Because it hurts so good I’m coming down the mountain again

Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics To cry like somebody with something to cry about

Spin Me Round J. Terrell Monterey County J. Terrell Driving slow through the pouring rain Passing Bristol, heading South Facing the sun off of old Highway 1 I've been thinking of reasons to leave you I squint my eyes West toward the waves But ran out I knew my folks missed me But I somehow missed Christmas I try to say goodbye every county line Had a new place, thought I’d stay But something's clearer to me now They say love is a dance and I understand A short, late night phone call from a number I knew Cause you spin me round Then a rented Toyota and an old borrowed suit Now I’m driving alone through Monterey County You've been spinning me around Headed back home to L.A. And round and round we go I've been holding on as long as hearts can hold Nineteen ninety five, when we last took this drive Now I'm a pilgrim through the state of volunteers The minivan was hugging the curves Trying to steer But now something’s different, or last time I missed it Passing these towns A young man didn't have the words

Missing how you spin me round The light through the stained glass was ruby and blue As I laid down my flowers and looked at my shoes If there's a currency of a guilty plea Now I’m driving alone through Monterey County It's in promises and lies Headed back home to L.A. And it's funny how fast you can pass to the other side I'm heartsick and homeless But there's a ballroom we've found in a room that's round I'm hating the highway What is time but a song? What is love but a dance? White knuckles and white caps alone Two children in a moonlight trance, on and on Hugging the shoulder and falling to pieces at dawn Knowing you're gone Cry Like Somebody L. Rodenbough Now I'm driving alone through Monterey County Taking my cues from the waves You cry like somebody with nothing to cry about And wondering if that ebb and flow says to go

Tears running down into your open mouth Or can you ever go back home? Moaning like a dog that wants out And would you want to if you could?

You cry like somebody who chose the road most traveled down Would you want to? Who dreams of tennis skirts and wedding gowns Can you ever know? Like a kid who crumbled under every frown Driving alone through Monterey County When the moment calls for might Headed back home to L.A. When your house of glass ignites You’ll try to cry but wolf is all they’ll hear Hallelujah You cry like somebody who never needed the tears J. Sharp

You cry like somebody who holds a candle to the night When I heard the news Thinking you can summon back the light I had trouble feeling anything Cause your troubles never put up a fight My heart was torn but my soul did sing Hallelujah, Hallelujah If you’d known a bitter word If you’d ever gone unheard We’ll say their names You’d have learned by now Try our best to spread the blame To hold your head up when you pout We’ll do the dance, we’ll hide from shame Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics

Hallelujah, Hallelujah Listen for the chug chug of another love Just around the corner, love

My Burden With Me Written by Libby Rodenbough Everybody waiting on a better love

I was on that train Now or never To the border town A postscript scrawled in a letter I was on that train On the road alone God’s own thunder echoes I was freedom bound I was on that train Nothing is the same now When the trestle fell I can hear a train down the line No arms to hold me As I said my farewell Talking In My Sleep J. Terrell Do you see that dove who flies to me? Can you hear my love as he cries to sleep? I’ve got half a mind to move uptown

Where the Mackinaw river Tidy up and settle down Meets the great Illinois Train my hands to understand the working week There I gave my love All those buildings make me nervous To a low-born boy I was lost in the light No shirt, no shoes, no Sunday service Of a flame burning wild I’m tired of talking in my sleep When I felt the stirring of A star-crossed child I’ve been talking in my sleep

Do you see that dove who flies to me? I can’t tell if I’m the canon or the cannonball Can you hear my love as he cries to sleep? You can tell yourself it’s spring until the petals fall Now I feel winter closing ranks Well the burden grew Time to push my chair back to the table And we planned our escape Steal a mare, burn the stable He said, I will meet you Call the boss and offer him my thanks Up that North Country way All my thanks We were just past Eureka When the engine broke free I’ve been talking in my sleep I am gone to God And my burden with me Yeah, I wonder what another year would do to me Take the decorations off another Christmas tree Train Down the Line Watch the days get longer and the kudzu grow J. Terrell But time is dear and talk is cheap And there’s more to waking up than making ends meet Grab onto her and keep her Sometimes you’ve got to get out before you get old Don’t you let go Or you’ll get old Can you tip toe? Can you thread a needle as you roll? I’ve been talking in my sleep Heads or tails, she loves me Not the other side Water Runs Red ‘Til you realize distance makes me hard to recognize L. Rodenbough

You can lay me down across the track This house is a temple Our souls to keep Sanctified and simple Let the whistle of the engineer sing us to sleep And the chimney leaks in the winter While I’m staring in your eyes Like a mother’s lost her head Through the longing and the lies And the water runs red When we both know a train’s coming down the line The water runs red Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics

I went to the doctor Said there’s red in the water He looked down on my daughter

Said a darkness tends to spread And the water runs red The water runs red

We work for our children

Feed their hearts till we fill ‘em But it’s love that’ll kill ‘em

Having spun ‘em out of thread And the water runs red The water runs red

Toil and trouble Will you make a bed of rubble When the sky falls on the tunnels You been digging through your dread And the water runs red The water runs red

I went to the station They said, darling what’s the occasion? I said, lies are what you make ‘em And you will never eat my bread

And the water runs red The water runs red