Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics
Coming Down the Mountain
L. Rodenbough
I was up to my elbows
You know the way it gets
I was looking for exits and I had far too many friends
So I packed up my suitcase
I threw away my phone
I told you I loved you, I just had to leave you alone
Then I went walking through the rhododendron flowers
Got me a fishing pole and it’s been ten years now
I’m coming down the mountain again
Get the word to all my good-time friends
The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end
I’m coming down the mountain again
I traded my trimmings
For a white cotton robe
I gave up my grudges and paid back all my loans
You fools in your cities
You think you got it made
The yoke of this harlequin world will break you to pieces
someday
And you’ll go walking through the rhododendron flowers
Looking for white robes but the prophet won’t be
found
Cause I’m coming down the mountain again
Get the word to all my good-time friends
The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end
I’m coming down the mountain again
Let’s go walking through the rhododendron flowers
Isn’t it lovely above the madding crowd?
I’m coming down the mountain again
Get the word to all my good-time friends
The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end
I’m coming down the mountain again
Hurt So Good
J. Terrell
Hey there, Molly, hold your lamp up high
Meet me in the woods round midnight
For a to-and-fro, but we didn’t know
That it would hurt so good
Lay down easy in a bed of moss
I can still hear the crickets we were brushing off
Now it’s gone but it isn’t lost
Because it hurt so good
Hurt so good, soft shoe dancing in the cottonwood
We thought we shouldn’t but we knew we should
Yeah, because it hurt so good
A jealous heart and a roving eye
Things start to lean when they get too high
A hometown Shakespeare Hollywood
You know it hurt so good
There wasn’t much thrown but stones and sticks
Nothing that a handful of years won’t fix
A dozen kisses and a dozen licks
You know it hurt so good
Hurt so good, sneaking cross town to your neighborhood
Pick out a partner and twirl ‘em like you should
Because it hurts so good
Hey there, Molly, walk softly now
Look back and laugh what we figured out
We kicked the tires and we peeked under the hood
You know it hurt so good
It was a pinewood derby of a slow reveal
A slip-n-slide ride on a minefield
But once you get close, well, you gotta seal the deal
Because it hurts so good
Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics
To cry like somebody with something to cry about
Spin Me Round
J. Terrell
Driving slow through the pouring rain
Passing Bristol, heading South
I've been thinking of reasons to leave you
But ran out
I try to say goodbye every county line
But something's clearer to me now
They say love is a dance and I understand
Cause you spin me round
You've been spinning me around
And round and round we go
I've been holding on as long as hearts can hold
Now I'm a pilgrim through the state of volunteers
Trying to steer
Passing these towns
Missing how you spin me round
If there's a currency of a guilty plea
It's in promises and lies
And it's funny how fast you can pass to the other side
But there's a ballroom we've found in a room that's round
What is time but a song? What is love but a dance?
Two children in a moonlight trance, on and on
Cry Like Somebody
L. Rodenbough
Monterey County
J. Terrell
Facing the sun off of old Highway 1
I squint my eyes West toward the waves
I knew my folks missed me
But I somehow missed Christmas
Had a new place, thought I’d stay
A short, late night phone call from a number I knew
Then a rented Toyota and an old borrowed suit
Now I’m driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.
Nineteen ninety five, when we last took this drive
The minivan was hugging the curves
But now something’s different, or last time I missed it
A young man didn't have the words
The light through the stained glass was ruby and blue
As I laid down my flowers and looked at my shoes
Now I’m driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.
I'm heartsick and homeless
I'm hating the highway
White knuckles and white caps alone
Hugging the shoulder and falling to pieces at dawn
Knowing you're gone
You cry like somebody with nothing to cry about
Now I'm driving alone through Monterey County
Taking my cues from the waves
And wondering if that ebb and flow says to go
Tears running down into your open mouth
Moaning like a dog that wants out
Or can you ever go back home?
And would you want to if you could?
You cry like somebody who chose the road most traveled down
Who dreams of tennis skirts and wedding gowns
Like a kid who crumbled under every frown
Would you want to?
Can you ever know?
When the moment calls for might
When your house of glass ignites
You’ll try to cry but wolf is all they’ll hear
You cry like somebody who never needed the tears
You cry like somebody who holds a candle to the night
Thinking you can summon back the light
Cause your troubles never put up a fight
If you’d known a bitter word
If you’d ever gone unheard
You’d have learned by now
To hold your head up when you pout
Driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.
Hallelujah
J. Sharp
When I heard the news
I had trouble feeling anything
My heart was torn but my soul did sing
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
We’ll say their names
Try our best to spread the blame
We’ll do the dance, we’ll hide from shame
Mipso | Coming Down The Mountain | Lyrics
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
My Burden With Me
Written by Libby Rodenbough
I was on that train
To the border town
I was on that train
I was freedom bound
I was on that train
When the trestle fell
No arms to hold me
As I said my farewell
Do you see that dove who flies to me?
Can you hear my love as he cries to sleep?
Listen for the chug chug of another love
Just around the corner, love
Everybody waiting on a better love
Now or never
A postscript scrawled in a letter
On the road alone God’s own thunder echoes
Nothing is the same now
I can hear a train down the line
Talking In My Sleep
J. Terrell
I’ve got half a mind to move uptown
Where the Mackinaw river
Meets the great Illinois
There I gave my love
To a low-born boy
I was lost in the light
Of a flame burning wild
When I felt the stirring of
A star-crossed child
Tidy up and settle down
Train my hands to understand the working week
All those buildings make me nervous
Do you see that dove who flies to me?
Can you hear my love as he cries to sleep?
I can’t tell if I’m the canon or the cannonball
You can tell yourself it’s spring until the petals fall
Now I feel winter closing ranks
Time to push my chair back to the table
Steal a mare, burn the stable
Call the boss and offer him my thanks
All my thanks
Well the burden grew
And we planned our escape
He said, I will meet you
Up that North Country way
We were just past Eureka
When the engine broke free
I am gone to God
And my burden with me
Train Down the Line
J. Terrell
Grab onto her and keep her
Don’t you let go
Can you tip toe? Can you thread a needle as you roll?
No shirt, no shoes, no Sunday service
I’m tired of talking in my sleep
I’ve been talking in my sleep
I’ve been talking in my sleep
Yeah, I wonder what another year would do to me
Take the decorations off another Christmas tree
Watch the days get longer and the kudzu grow
But time is dear and talk is cheap
And there’s more to waking up than making ends meet
Sometimes you’ve got to get out before you get old
Or you’ll get old
I’ve been talking in my sleep
Heads or tails, she loves me
Not the other side
‘Til you realize distance makes me hard to recognize
Water Runs Red
L. Rodenbough
You can lay me down across the track
Our souls to keep
Let the whistle of the engineer sing us to sleep
While I’m staring in your eyes
Through the longing and the lies
When we both know a train’s coming down the line
This house is a temple
Sanctified and simple
And the chimney leaks in the winter
Like a mother’s lost her head
And the water runs red
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