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Watch Your Mouth
03:08
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Dirty Little Thing
03:46
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Never Lets Up
02:56
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Oh black bird of song in my gut
You don't seem to warble much.
Always tuned to croon so well,
When there's no one left to tell.
I've been thinking on calling it quits,
Trying to get back my wish from the well.
Old hardback book of songs in my room,
If I stare too long I come so unglued.
Tangled up in my plans low on time,
Always short of the great design.
Some old creeping fear that what's behind
Was the last of its kind, there's nothing new to find.
Nothing new of me to find.
I keep waiting for a day that laughs at the one I am in.
Oh black bird of song in my throat,
You can't seem to find your note.
Always tuned to croon so well
When there's nothing left to tell
I've been thinking on calling it quits,
Trying to get back my wish from the well.
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Jon Charles Dwyer Asheville, North Carolina
Jon Charles Dwyer's songs embody the spirit of the Appalachian mountains he is married to: all poverty stricken loss and desire set against the backdrop of the most beautiful springtime of love and fresh hope tumbling over those hills and down to the valleys below. ... more
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