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Break the Barrel
02:52
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Big fish in a small pond
All I want is to know what lies beyond
These walls surround me end to end I turn around,
start to swim, I go round and round and round and round again
Turns out this pond is a barrel
and they’re shooting me down
The bigger the fish, easier the target
Get out of town
So I’ll run run run
So I’ll run run run
So I’ll run run run
This journey has just begun
Small fish as I swim along
I can’t fight this current it’s far too strong
I stumble once, stumble twice, took a chance, rolled the dice
If I give up now I’ll pay the price
Now I’ve hit my stride as I ride around
This paradise that I have found
There’s plenty of fish in the big wide sea
none of them compare to me
‘cause I found out what it means to be free
‘cause I found out what it means to be free
Yes I found out what it means to be free.
Found out what it means to be free.
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How Small
04:17
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Morning alarm
Roaring cars
Radio news
Chickadee song
The River sings along
To the chorus of trees
In the city I can’t see
All the falling falling leaves
I belong in the mountains
Where I can feel how small we can be
Asphalt and stone
Busy roads
Lights always on
Soil and bone
Stillness alone
Silence of stars
In the city I can’t see
All the falling falling leaves
I belong in the mountains
Where I can feel how small we can be
Infinite race
Matching the pace
Falling behind
Wind on my face
Abandon the chase
Grounded and free
In the city I can’t see
All the falling falling leaves
I belong in the mountains
Where I can feel how small we can be
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Rollin'
04:17
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“Broken down from out of town”
Read the sign she was flying on the road.
Take the dollar, take the dime,
Take the whiskey, take it slow.
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin',
Rollin' down the road.
Dressed in rags she had only one bag
And her thumb to the sun for a ride.
Seemed out of place that smile on her face
And her eyes were bright and wide.
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin',
Rollin' down the road.
Step inside, come sit beside me
As we drive, count the miles, see the sights.
Turn down the windows, turn up the radio,
Turn off worry, turn on the night.
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now she’s rollin',
Rollin' down the road.
Together we're rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now we're rollin', (rollin', rollin')
Now we're rollin',
Rollin' down the road.
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Wicked Sycamore Washington, D.C.
Wicked Sycamore is an all female trio hailing from the DC/ Baltimore area. They can be described as contemporary folk with a mischievous edge grounded in traditional and roots music but branches out into jazz, blues, Americana, soul, folk, rock, bluegrass, pop, and more. They write original music ranging from fun and light-hearted sing-alongs to deep, introspective melodic tunes for the ages. ... more
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