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Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris





Emmylou Harris Album


Western Wall - The Tucson Sessions (Emmylou Harris & Linda Ronstadt) (1999)
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The wind is a warning these fields turn to sand
My family will not answer me now
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned. I am loving the highway man.

Don't say where this ring came from from whose shaking hands
Don't say who lies bleeding for me
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Loving the highway man.

There's a hole in the ceiling there's no pleasure in my gain
My heart is in prison
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Damned, damned, damned, I am loving the highway man
Loving the highway man...

. . .


Hank Williams died when I was five
He sang I'll never get out of this world alive
Now it's been a long time since I was that kid
And I've seen a lot more than Hank ever did.

I've done the down and out in every dark end dive
But I'll never get out of your love alive
Sam Cook met the woman at the well
She told him that his song was something he could never sell.

And I think he knew a change was gonna come
Still he lived too fast and he died too young
Well, dyin' young I have survived
But I'll never get out of your love alive.

I got washed in the blood of Bill Monroe
When he sang about the the blues in the body and soul
He believed in a God that could raise the dead
Still it's a mighty dark night to travel he said.

I've seen a mighty dark night
And I made that drive
But I'll never get out
Of your love alive.

Robert Johnson had a hellhound on his trail
Drove him to the coffin like a hammer and a nail
It takes a powerful man to carry that load
When your tryin' to beat the devil to the old crossroads.

I wrestled the devil
Lived to testify
But I'll never get out
Of your love alive.

I'll never get out of your love alive.
I'll never get out of your love alive.
I'll never get out of your love alive...

. . .


(Jackson Browne)

Keep a fire burnin' in your eyes
Pay attention to the open skies
Yuo never know what will he coming down
I don t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you would always he around
Always keeping things real by playin' the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found
I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
But I can't sing, I can't help listening
I can't help feeling stupid, standing around
Crying is the easier down
'Cause I know that you would rather we'd be dancing
Dancin' our sorrow away
No matter what fate throws in your way
Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will he coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
Just as easy it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
Go on and I make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and thrown some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you'll never know

. . .


(Rosanne Cash)

I stand here by the western wall
Maybe a little of that wall stands inside of us all
I shove my prayers in the cracks
I've got nothing to lose no one to answer back.

All these years I've brought up for review
Wasn't taught this but I learned something new
And to answer the distance call
At the western wall.

I've got a heart full of fear
And I offer it on this alter of tears
Red dust settles deep in my skin
I don't know where it start and where I begin.

It's a crumbling pile of broken stones
It ain't much but it might be home
If I ever loved a place at all
It's the western wall.

I don't know if God was ever a man
But if she was I think I understand
Why he found a place to break his fall
Near the western wall...

. . .


(David Olney)

The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
He needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him.

He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you Claire de Lune
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over.

He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him.

He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him.

Hold me neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over.

We make love too hard, too fast
He falls asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him.

They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them.

Old world glory, old world fame
The old world's gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever.

Oh, I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing nothing that can save him now
There's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them.

Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum
Sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine.

Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
Dona e-is Domine
Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum
Sancris tu-is in
Aeternum qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is over...

. . .


(Paul Kennerley)

You asked me if I've met your baby,
I have to say
It's been some time now
But it seems like yesterday.

He was mine for awhile
We had good times, we went in style
But now he's yours. treat him kind
Yes, I remember well when he was mine.

--- Instrumental ---

You say he means the world to you,
Yes, I can tell
You'll make each other happy,
I wish you well.

He was mine for awhile
We had good times, we went in style
But now he's yours. treat him kind
Yes, I remember well when he was mine.

Yes, I remember well when he was mine.
He was mine, he was mine, he was mine, he was mine...

. . .


(Emmylou Harris - Jill Cunniff)

Baby when you're down
I'll be around, I'll be around
Baby when you're lost
I'll be your found, I'll be your found.

When the night is long
I'll be the crack of dawn
Baby when you take a shot
I'll be your sweet spot, I'll be your sweet spot.

Baby when you need to float
I'll be your lifeboat, I'll be your lifeboat
When you want to play along
I'll be your Mah Jong, I'll be your Mah Jong.

When you've done your best, I'll be your day of rest
Baby when you take a shot, I'll be you sweet spot
I'll be you sweet spot, I'll be you sweet spot
I'll be you sweet spot, I'll be you sweet spot.

Baby when your falling off your feet
Out on a road that's rough and steep
And you're looking for a state of grace
I'll be your leap of faith.

Baby when your growing old
I'll be your solid gold, I'll be your solid gold
When your ship don't come in
I'll be your thick and thin, I'll be your thick and thin.

When your love is blind, I'll be your walk the line
When you've given all you've got, I'll be your sweet spot
I'll be you sweet spot, I'll be you sweet spot
I'll be you sweet spot, I'll be you sweet spot...

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Oh, the sisters of mercy
They are not departed or gone
They were waiting for me when I thought
That I just can't go on.

And they brought me their comfort
And later they brought me this song
Oh, I hope you run into them
You who've been trav'lling so long.

Yes, you who must leave everything
That you cannot control
It begins with your family
But soon it comes around to your soul.

Well, I've been where you're hangin'
And I think I can see how you're pinned
When you're not feeling holy
Your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Well, they lay down beside me
I made my confessions to them
They touched both my eyes
And I touched the dew on their hem.

If your life is a leaf
That the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
That is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping
I hope you run into them soon
Don't turn on the lights
You can read their address by the moon.

And you won't make me jealous
If I find that they sweetened your night
We weren't lovers like that and besides
It would still be all right.

We weren't lovers like that
And besides it would still be all right...

. . .


(Patty Griffin)

Falling down, I'm falling down
I need to sleep, come a long, long way
No time for weeping, no time for weeping
Quiet now, I'm falling down,
I'm falling down.

I have heard a million tales
I've told a million more
Some of them must have been true
But I don't know anymore.
I'm falling down.

Do your dance on my head
Heavy steps of the dead
Everything the snow surrounds, falling, falling, falling, falling,
Falling, I'm falling down.
I'm falling down...

. . .


(Patti Scialfa)

To the east the factories stand
Like fire-breathing dragons against the sky and from their throats
A scarlet river burns itself into smoky lullabies.
Over neon and fluorescent skie

Valerie can you hear those engines drone
I wanted to go to Mexico but
I'm stranded here alone

And once I knew a true love
It's been three years since he's gone
And if I could get that feeling back
I'd give up everything I own

Sixteen days since I left Corona
And I traveled to this carnival town near Alberndee
And I rode the coaster there on the fairground
Twisted backbone of a beast that never heals
And I left some skin on fortune's wheel

Valerie can you hear those engines drone
I wanted to go to Mexico but
I'm stranded here alone

Everything's in slow motion now in this little border town
I've come so close from so far
Just to hide behind these windows
Here from the world outside

I watch those cars and trucks raise trails of dust
Down the road as they pass by
Valerie can you hear those engines drone
I wanted to go to Mexico but
I'm stranded here alone

Everything I own, everything I own...

. . .


This is to mother you
The tucson sessions
Written by Sinead O'Conner

This is to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you

This is to be with you
To hold you and to kiss you too
For when you need me I will do
What your own mother didn't do
This is to mother you

All the pain that you have known
All the violence in your soul
All the wrong things you have done
I will take from you, when I com

All mistakes made in distress
All your unhappiness
I will take away with my kiss yes,
I will give you tenderness

For child I am so glad I found you
Although my arms have always been around you
Sweet bird although you did not see me
I saw you...and
I'm here to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you

Lead vocal : Linda Ronstadt
Harmony : Emmylou Harris

. . .


( Emmylou Harris - Anna McCarrigle)

All I left behind should come as no surprise
To me since I fell through the black hole of your eyes
Only little things inconsequential I could say
Of all I left behind with you along the lost highway.

Silver earrings in Wichita, beaded moccasins in Tonapah
But I had you so I just let them go
The flannel shirt I wore to keep me from the cold
When we drove from Boston all the way to Buffalo.

The leather boots I bought so many miles ago
I took them off to follow you into the Ohio
Never did my armor feel so thin
Silk was all I had between me and your skin.

Like waterloo I lost that too
And the gold bracelet with my fathers name inscribed
On the back by the one who loved him all her life
The way I too could have loved you.

Spanish shawl I put across the broken shade
Of the lamp that lit the room that last night near Cour d'Alene
Only little things inconsequential I could say
Of all I left behind with you along the lost highway.

Of all I left behind...

. . .


(Bruce Springsteen)

Tonight my bag is packed
Tommorrow I'll walk these tracks
That will lead me across the border
Tommorrow my love and I
Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
Somewhere across the border

We'll leave behind my dear
The pain and sadness we found here
And we'll drink from the Brazos muddy waters
Where the sky grows gray and wide
We'll meet on the other side
There across the border

For me you'll build a house
High up on a grassy hill
Somewhere across the border
Where pain and memory
Pain and memory have been stilled
There across the border

And sweet blossoms fill the air
Pastures of gold and green
Roll down into cool clear waters
And in your arms 'neath the open skies
I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
There across the border

Tonight we'll sing the songs
I'll dream of you my Corazon
And tommorrow my heart will be strong
And may the saints blessing and grace
Carry me safely into your arms
There across the border

For what are we
Without hope in our hearts
That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters
And eat the fruit from the vine
I know love and fortune will be mine
Somewhere across the border

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