1. |
Didn't We Have Fun?
03:37
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It wasn’t always easy
I did some things wrong
I guess I did it for the songs
Didn't think it’d take too long
Didn't think too much at all
We just barely knew what we were doing
Just trying to get a shoe in
No-one can say we didn’t try
Montana hailstorms
Missouri floods
American dive bars
And Irish Pubs
Remember that time when you couldn’t stop laughing?
I took it all for granted
Running through the same old grooves
I wore them out we wore them out too
No-one can say we didn’t try
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we love the road we were on?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we love the road we were on?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we have fun?
In the middle of the night
I watched the stars
I wrote poems to the screaming of train cars
Couldn’t be happy
Couldn't find content
All the while wondering what’s wrong with my sentiment
‘Cause looking back we had quite an adventure
Memories I hold forever
And no-one can say we didn’t try
No-one can say we didn’t try
No-one can say we didn’t try
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we love the road we were on?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we love the road we were on?
Didn’t we have fun?
Didn’t we have fun?
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2. |
Gambling
04:26
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Black silhouettes of trees
Orange lit sky
Broken harmonies
Are all I have tonight
Chasing the sun
And blinded by the light
Oh, always on the run
But I never get it right
I been staring for a while
At the sleet spinning off a rear wheel tire
And the gas light blinking on
Oh my mind got caught inside the rambling
I guess I’m into gambling
Oh, into gambling
Destination is a tease
And the moment fleeting
I became the breeze
But I knew not what its meaning
Only long-term memories
Oh, and endless, mindless rambling
Gas light blinking on
So I guess I’m gambling, yeah
Been staring for a while
At the sleet spinning off a rear wheel tire
And the gas light blinking on
Oh my mind got caught inside the rambling
I guess I’m into gambling
Oh, ah
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3. |
Strange Chemistry
03:56
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I have no flowers for you
No perfect illustrations
No new songs to play
We've all been passed around like swingers
There's no love and no loyalty
And I have no gleaming, sleek, and able body
Don't do too much gracefully
Working with a wounded mind
that's feeble, meek, and dumbed-down caustically
And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made a host of me
Got no media, no money, no letters of persuasion
No good things to say
No purpose and no focus
With insights like ivy
Like a lighthouse on an empty sea
And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made a host of me
Of me
Got no media, no money, no letters of persuasion
No good things to say
Oh, no purpose and no focus
But insights like ivy
Like a lighthouse on an empty sea
And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made the most of me
Of me, of me, of me, of me
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4. |
Run with the Wolves
04:05
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No one man can be my everything
I'm a free bird, you know that I've got to sing
I need to fly away, I've got spread my wings
You can't keep me in, keep me in a ring
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
You barely get me and I know that you barely will
But we keep on trying, keep trying to no avail
Now I'm ready to go, I'm ready to do my thing
Put me in, I'm going into the ring
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
I'm a woman that runs with the wolves
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5. |
Middle of Life
03:09
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Taking my time
Right in the middle of life
Taking my time
Right in the middle of life
Taking my time
Right in the middle of life
Taking my time
Washed down like streams into rivers into flatlands into deltas twirling up crystals in this blackwater mirk of life. It’s in the messiness of life that we live. She’s out dancing freely and I can’t be afraid to travel deeper into the recesses of truth. Judgement will come in flickers, not the big one.
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6. |
Easier Than This
04:23
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She worked hard in school
Did what she was supposed to do
Got a student loan
Found work on her own
But the debt wouldn’t quit
Once the hard times hit
She was deep in the hole
Didn’t know how far it’d go
She put on that yellow and red
Holding back tears this is what she said
I thought it’d be easier than this
I thought it’d take less time than it did
I thought I’d know for sure what I was looking for
But that ain’t how it is, no, that ain’t how it is
A soldier comes home from war
To what he’d been fighting for
A wife and a new baby
A farmhouse on a dead-end street
‘Cause while he was away
Her heart went astray
For someone who could be around
There when she was feeling down
He packed a suitcase and lit a cigarette
After all I been through, this is what I get?
I thought it’d be easier than this
I thought it’d take less time than it did
I thought I’d know for sure what I was looking for
But that ain’t how it is, no, that ain’t how it is
A woman of elder age
She climbs onto stage
Her voice trembles a shakes
As she reads from the page
‘Cause after all these years
She lands the leading role
The playbill and the curtain call
Are what she’s been waiting for
Her name lit up in rose and yellow light
And she brings the house down with a smile, thinking
I thought it’d be easier than this
I thought it’d take less time than it did
I thought I’d know for sure what I was looking for
But that ain’t how it is, no, that ain’t how it is
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7. |
On the Way to Engelhard
03:34
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Buzzards fly around
And an old man sits in his yard
By five, large garbage bags of soda cans
His crooked truck now corrodes
From riding down these flooded roads
The windows are open to the windy land
House propped up from the ground
Rusted barns falling down
Red buds and pitch black mud fertile from the seas
And loblolly pines
And yucca plants in the woods
And climbing yellow jessamine vines on the trees
On the way to Engelhard, On the way to Engelhard
On the way to Engelhard, On the way to Engelhard
And now and then there come the smells
From the piles of oyster shells
Or fish rotting by the road below the sun
Turtles upon every log
Rising from their shiny ditch
Of glistening waters on their wayward run
On the way to Engelhard, On the way to Engelhard
On the way to Engelhard, On the way to Engelhard
But the water has been overfished
The downtown is all run down
The one doctor of the town is getting old
The dump must be getting high
The trees that once reached to the sky are gone
And the farms are getting larger, and larger, oh
Things I thought would always stay
I see changing out this way
There’s something very special that I feel here
But little can be done
There’s no borders beneath the sun
So all I do is kiss the ground and come back
Every year
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8. |
March On
04:04
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Ooo
You had it right before
It’s walking out your door
Can’t trust your heart no more
Buried in the present
Of your twisted up past
Let’s make the good times last
I feel the foot upon
My throat but i can;t run
Soul is coming undone
Who will it be when the curtain falls?
Bodies crooked, crumbling
We march on
My want to heal stumbling
We march
Hunt for what is coming
Oooo
Who will it be when the curtain falls?
Oooo
Who will it be when the curtain falls?
Who is hiding behind
When the curtain will rise
Or fall with rising tides
Who will it be when the curtain falls?
March like angry sparrows
We march on
In these mountain narrows
We march
Sharpening our arrows
Ooo
Who will it be when the curtain falls?
Ooo
We march on, we march on, we march on
Who will be when the curtain falls?
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9. |
Things Fall Apart
04:19
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There’s a seed blowing in the wind. Does it feel at home?
There’s a prisoner locked inside dying to roam
You got just one life to live and it’s “survival of the fit”
He’s got a hole in his soul and he’s hoping that she fits, mmm
It is better to love blindly, or to calculate?
She was beaten down by trying and he just walked away
It was crooked line you walked just a little too straight
It’s too much all the time, it’s too little too damn late
And sometimes you can’t tell
Sometimes you know too well
It’s a hard pill to swallow with matters of the heart
But things come together and they fall apart
Oh, they fall apart, yeah
And sometimes you can’t tell
And sometimes you know too well
It’s a hard pill to swallow with matters of the heart
But things come together and they fall apart
They fall apart
They fall apart
They fall, they fall apart, they fall apart, they fall apart, they fall
There’s a seed blowing in the wind. Does it feel at home?
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10. |
Bringing Down the Ghosts
04:15
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This web of meaning I have woven
I’m caught in the fog of it all
These ghosts inside my head
Remnants of the past
I’m setting them free at last
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
Locked up in my body
Locked inside my mind
Locked in the day-to-day grind
But I’m a magician
Making love out of nothing
And making hope into something
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
I’m bringing down the ghosts
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11. |
Branded
05:02
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You got to learn to live alone before you earn my love
You got to know what road you’re on to rise above
And loving you was never that easy
But leaving you now is what’s killing me
You’re branded on my soul, I’m on my knees
Have mercy on me baby cause I’m in need
I’ve been branded by love gone wrong
But you can’t help when love is gone
No, you can’t tell what’s going on
Til all of the love has gone
I thought you were the only one to understand me
But you were the only one to demand of me
And now you’re branded on my soul and in my knees
You told me what to do, how to think, and who to be
Forever changed how I love and how I see
Yeah, all these years gone by and all I have is defeat
I’ve been branded by love gone wrong
But you can’t help when love is gone
No, you can’t tell what’s going on
Til all of the love has gone
But you can’t hold me
Your arms ain’t big enough
No, you can’t love me
Your heart ain't big enough
This blossom willing to bloom
And you will be missing it all soon
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12. |
Beautiful Colors
03:27
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So much at stake
So much break down
The chemicals are beautiful
I'm in love with my habit
My safety net is luring me down
Come back to greater lands when we had greater plans
And maybe I was born at the right time
But now I feel like I'm running behind
Behind the mark, under the radar
I need to tell myself “I am magnificent”
But the truth I can barely tell myself
Touched with beautiful colors
But the truth I can barely tell myself
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
But the truth I can barely tell myself
Touched with beautiful colors
He's a hero without a cause too busy to have the blues
Creek rising even though the sun is shining
Gotta break this bad news
My safety net is calling me
Come back to greater lands when we had greater plans, potentially
So much at stake
So much break down
I'm in love with my habit
I'm in love with my habit
I'm in love with my hey
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
Will the past serve you well?
Overwhelmed with possibilities
Captivated my the mysteries
Frightened by the misery
Gifted as they come, coming undone
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
Touched with beautiful colors
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13. |
Land of the Living
04:07
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When I return to the land of the living
I reach out these hands
these hands that I’ve been given
From the weight of the rocks and bones
These nails that have been driven
This shade has been passed down for generations
But I return, I return, I return into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
And I have fallen, I have failed, I have been broken
I retell the story, the story with forgiveness, yes
And I don’t need your permission, no, no, no
As I return, I return, I return into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
I jump, I run, I dance
I jump, I run, I dance
I jump, I run, I dance
I jump, I run
Into the land of the living
I jump, I run, I dance
Into the land of the living
I jump, I run, I dance
Into the land of the living
I jump, I run, I dance
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living
Into the land of the living...
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Eleanor Underhill Asheville, North Carolina
Eleanor Underhill is a singer, songwriter, and banjoist based in Asheville, NC. After almost a decade of touring Underhill detoured on an ambitious solo journey into the musical unknown. The result is Navigate the Madness--a unique and eclectic record that is 100% Underhill. In 2020 Underhill released her sophomore solo effort, Land of the Living. On the horizon, her third album, Got it Covered. ... more
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