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Green Street Sessions

by Hope and Tim

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1.
January comes like a cold, freezing up roses, making your nose red A broken up radio reads like a bible, sings like a child A window lies on the floor with a baby left crying, and a mother is scorned A choir singing for love, every mouth at your doorstep with a booklet in hand A brittle man takes hold of a younger man's journey, holding on to a son Beating down on us all, we're hanging like laces from a telephone pole Call it a race to the past, call it black and white voices telling stories of home Call it a lover who asks to go sing with the daisies lying under oak trees A boy is gambling hope from an old empty rope swing, leave it dangling there Running from being alone, home is not where the heart is when it's broken and cold Bricks of gold covered in watered down mortar, and a tides coming in There's a girl waiting for you, if you're caught breaking in
2.
We fell in love in a church yard, wearing Sunday's best So much more than just a temporary fix, no this is not a test There's a ruffle in your feathers, and a shuffle in your step My mind races from word to word, won't you just come and shut me up And with a bar room band quartet, I'll buy a round and everyone is joining in A little red abandoned schoolhouse, we can live in for a day We'll dream our lives away with every passing hour, come whatever come what may A banjo tries a little tenderness, a soulful drummer's drum A little mix of you and me, and we'll find ourselves a song And with a bar room band quartet, I'll buy a round and everyone is joining in Who knew that love could be so wild and wonderful, pain and sorrow filled, cold as a tundra, hot as a whiskey still, high as a tight rope while your heart's feeling black and blue? I wish that I could be, I wish that I could see you oh, those baby blues It's in your eyes, it's in those Colorado skies that we were under oh, I'm here with you, I'm by your side no avalanche of force can pull us under and when your house of cards has fallen, you've got me loving you, can't help but loving you
3.
Old John 03:37
Old John says come on down to yonder river, by and by They are washing souls clean, down the river, by and by Passed lovers floating freely down the river, by and by Sin and sorrow washed completely down the river, by and by Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry are floating, floating down Down the side roads, I have wondered, bound and broken, I have strayed Years I've waisted on tomorrow, never living for today She is calling, calling sweetly, lover come home, lover come I am running, running freely to the arms that I call home Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry are floating, floating down
4.
Marianne 04:17
Hands in the air, and their feet on the ground asking forgiveness, their soul to be found Down in the bayou there's a voice singing out a music called gospel, finger picking on sound Heed without warning, make a move on my beliefs make a record, turn a speaker, put the dirt right on my face hands squeezing tighter and the blood is running thin and the almighty dollar is marching Spent the days dancing on collared blues Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news? oh my soul Marianne, won't you play us a tune? Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through Days are lasting so long, she's been molding thoughts of you The songs that play inside her, meant to gather more than two Marianne you're not a racer, love a circle for those who lose If you're gonna take the spoils, you've got nothing left to prove Spent the days dancing on collared blues Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news? oh my soul Marianne, won't you play us a tune? Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through Hopped a train from Poughkeepsie, heading east of New York Left my shoes on the rooftop, my hem on the floor and I feel more like swimming, so start kicking your legs no use fighting that current without holes in your jeans no your hats not worth bringing, leave your coat at the door they don't help much for singing or settling scores Hope I don't bat an eye at the sirens and songs, yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong, yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong, hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong, hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs Spent the days dancing on collared blues Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news? oh my soul Marianne, won't you play us a tune? Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through
5.
From the top of a seven inning stretch Davey looks and he's got me on the left asking "who's on first?" and the rest asking "who's on first?" getting laughs Shooting winks at the ladies in drag People, they don't know what he'd do for a penny on a Sunday in his shoe and the sound of a dozen hands clapping for a man who's the voice of a city in the humid Georgia air Well it's a hell of a living, a swell of a life They'll call you silly, pull you down from the spire The guilt growing in you, you know it ain't true cause you never heard of the variety blues no, you never heard of the variety blues He said "son, they've been taking all of me ever since I can remember, but it's all you can ever need, and the only thing I believe in is a chuckle drenched in gin, and the look on the face of a lover drenched in sin." It's a hell of a living, a swell of a life They'll call you silly, pull you down from the spire The guilt growing in you, you know it ain't true cause you never heard of the variety blues no, you never heard of the variety blues
6.
Lover's Leap 03:43
She tells a story about a heart and the faith of a lover's leap say's "I'm going home, I'm going home The days last so long and we got nothing to eat I'm going home, I'm going home Gonna climb that mountain, and all the while I'll sing I'm going home, I'm going home This beat up Chevy makes a sound like a Model T I'm going home, I'm going home He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories don't ever let that baby down He says "you and me, babe, we got no where to go that ain't your home, that ain't your home this fault line running right through the heart of me your life's not your own, you life's not your own He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories don't ever let that baby down your life's not your own my body and soul wrapped up in this mount we stand on I'm going home
7.
southern belle's been ringing all night long no time for dreaming, cause in they'll all wake up tugging on her notes to hear her song, the notes are singing never gonna leave this tower I ain't ever seen curves like that before baby's just looking to kiss and tell and oh, I'm cracked like a liberty bell feel a little cold against my skin her mind is a wanderlust, and mine's left wondering are you gonna leave and let me love the notes that I've always known never gonna leave this tower I ain't ever seen curves like that before baby's just looking to kiss and tell and oh, I'm cracked like a liberty bell with the peal of a rolling thunder with a chorus that could hold me under you with the tenor of a trumpet singing that's the sound, of holding on to you
8.
Big Al picked a fight in Madison with Billy looking on and with a red heart yelling "the jig is up!" Billy made his move, and he got tangled up Can't buy the butcher for the pain cutting lies ain't just like cutting veins somebody gonna put you in the ground you better find you lover, cause he ain't leaving town Who's on the bad side of town? Chicago gonna love me anyhow Big money's got someone to blame Big money gonna buy away your shame Johnny boy gonna sell his name to a party making love to a beauty queen Who's on the bad side of town? Chicago gonna love me anyhow Searching for a corner in this ring No home in "These United States"
9.
Thinking 03:42
I've been thinking about loving you but what do I believe? I've been thinking about falling for you laying daydreaming on the shelf My whole life I might just keep denying you drawing portraits in the sand I've been thinking about dreaming of you Hours pass by being measured by the sand Thoughts keep on living, but you keep being gone My world keeps spinning to keep my feet down on the ground It's funny what made sense, cause what makes sense is crazy now I've been thinking about loving you don't you get it wrong I've been dreaming about being with you think of all those things I've done I've been wondering if you love me too did I end up in the wrong town? Missing you is something I might always do Hours pass by being measured by the sand Thoughts keep on living, but you keep being gone My world keeps spinning to keep my feet down on the ground It's funny what made sense, cause what makes sense is crazy now I've been thinking about loving you don't you get it wrong
10.
Ohio 05:14

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This is a collection of songs that were recorded over the course of a few days with Dan Clark at Green Street studios. With their perfections and imperfections, most of these songs are in their earliest and most naked forms. Through songs of love, protest, history, and faith Hope Glenn's soulful voice meets Tim's unconventional sound to make a collection that shows true promise.

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released September 27, 2011

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Hope and Tim Salt Lake City, Utah

The soulful vocal stylings of Hope Glenn meet the upbeat folk guitar work of her husband, Tim Glenn. The result is something new, yet familiar, singable, and fun. Like butter on your pancakes, the music melts in front of you before you fall in love.

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