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Scavenger
04:28
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Scavenger
Through the streets at night I wander
Like a dog I’m a scavenger in this land
I’m a foreigner in these soils down under
Scouring the streets just the best that I can
Oh they all look the same
And I no longer have a name
I’m just a gringo here
Just and easy money machine
Oh so I wander alone
Trying to find my way home
In the dreary avenues I find
That my sense of direction has failed me this time
So wake me up
Send me a line
I ain’t no savior, I’m just a lover but not tonight
Away from your arms
No need for alarm
I’ll find my way, I will not stray and I’ll back in a matter of time
So the moon cannot be my guide
For the streetlights shine too bright
Leaving only its essence in the sky
And it shimmers only in my heart tonight
So wake me up
Send me a line
I ain’t no savior, I’m just a lover but not tonight
Away from your arms
No need for alarm
I’ll find my way, I will not stray and I’ll back in a matter of time
So wake me up
Send me a line
I ain’t no savior, I’m just a lover but not tonight
Away from your arms
No need for alarm
I’ll find my way, I will not stray and I’ll back in a matter of time
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Home
04:15
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Home
So I set out on a journey
A one month trip free of worries
Just a wandering a country in hopes to find myself
And I found myself a white man
Just a tourist in a foreign land
Just a pocketbook to everyone that I met
Oh but I don’t mind it much
For you’ve always got to be someone’s crutch
And if they choose to limp on me, well I don’t blame them at all
And I once sang only love can cure me now
Oh the meaning of which I’ve just found out
Yes it’s the best cure oh I know that it really is
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
And I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
Oh and I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
Oh and such a length apart ain’t no time
Though thoughts of you are always on my mind
And I hoped that this time would fly oh to no avail
But when I return I have stories to be shared
So open your ears and be prepared
And I will do my best oh I’ll do my best to keep my tales interesting
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
And I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
And I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
And I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
And I heard home is where the heart is and my heart is with those that love me
And I can’t wait to return to your loving arms
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The Anchor
08:28
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The Anchor
You’re the creek that keeps our shores together
You’re the fiery flame that burns to bright
You’re the heart of gold, the ideal lover
Yeah you’re the polished gem left so refined
Oh and I do not see why you love me
But you do and you’ve put your heart on the line
And mine’s out there too, I’ve sworn it to you
And it’s fragile yet you treat it so kind
And I’ll be the anchor on your hip
To keep all the little things together on this ship
Yeah I’ll be the umbrella on your arm
To keep you safe from any little type of harm
So lay your troubles out to me and I’ll show some signs of sensibility
Yeah I’m only one man but I’ll do what I can to hold onto you
Yeah you’re a rare bird – the only one that I’ve found
And I’ll do all I can to keep you around
Yeah you’re my equal and you’re far worth flying to
And I’ll be the anchor on your hip
To keep all the little things together on this ship
Yeah I’ll be the umbrella on your arm
To keep you safe from any little type of harm
(Chorus repeats)
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4. |
Apacheta
03:25
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Apacheta
On the desert peaks
I ventured
out of breath,
nothing left,
an aching head,
feeling dead,
but in love
with this place
And the sights
that it holds,
yeah on the mirador
I gazed!
soul ablaze,
brain in haze,
and made an apacheta
asking the gods
for this
not to be
the end of my days,
though if I died here
right now
oh that would be
such a splendid way
But I must make it through
for I long
once more
just only
to see your face
and if you were here
right now
oh I would never want
to leave this place
And oh god I could stay
here forever
in the mountainous depths
of your winter weather
Oh so knit me up
a llama wool sweater
for I think I'll stay here
a little while
And as we descended
into the Colca
I could feel my own
heart beating
with the bumps
in the road
And I knew
something was coming
for I could feel it
in the depths
of my soul
And if this canyon
closed in on me
right now
and decided to
swallow me whole,
well,
I wouldn't mind it
no, no
for the matter of
reaching happiness
was my final goal
And oh god I could stay
here forever
in the mountainous depths
of your winter weather
Oh so knit me up
a llama wool sweater
for I think I'll stay here
a little while
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5. |
American
01:44
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American
You’ve got a good heart
You’ve got a good heart
Just because you didn’t kidnap us with your car
I think you’ve got a good heart
They look pretty American
In those American close
And though know this is their home
They look pretty American in those American clothes
And I know I can’t fit in
And I know I can’t fit in
Unless I change the color of my skin
Oh only then will I be able to fit in
And unless I speak in their tongue,
Don’t look so dumb,
Can breathe right with my lungs,
Change my pigment and my bloody,
Learn the customs of your land,
Wear new clothes to match my new skin
Only then will I be able to fit in
But since I don’t have that power in my hands
I guess I’ll just have to be a helpless American in a foreign land
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6. |
The Rain
04:12
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The Rain
Three weeks in on a bittersweet vacation
And I’m missing you and I’m sick on my location
And of course I miss other things
Like my bike, my friends, and my family
And I probably miss my guitar
And the moon bouncing in my backyard
And the way the air smells in that town
And the people understanding the words from my mouth
And the way I feel when I kiss your lips
And place my hands upon your hips
And smiling till it hurts my face
Oh I can’t wait to return to that place
But one thing that I never knew
Never thought I’d care to return to was the rain
Yeah I never thought I’d miss the Rain
Turning dirt into mud and rusting us all the same
But it’s winter here in this hemisphere
And it’s absent from this place
And no matter my length away from that state
I never thought I’d miss the rain
So I hope you kept your fires burning bright
For I’ve been thinking about you long after I fall asleep at night
And there’s not much to do in that town
And I’m oh so glad you are around
I’m glad to have met you now
Glad you checked the yes box when I asked you out
And in one more week I’ll be back with you
It’s the only thing I want to do
But this I could anticipate
For you’re mostly what I miss in that state
But one thing that I never thought
Didn’t think I’d care if I saw again or not was the rain
Yeah I never thought I’d miss the Rain
Turning dirt into mud and rusting us all the same
But it’s winter here in this hemisphere
And it’s absent from this place
And no matter my length away from that state
I never thought I’d miss the rain
Oh I never thought I’d miss the rain…
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7. |
Farewells
03:33
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Farewells
Ecuador and Peru you treat me so damn kind
But for now I must be leaving you behind
And I have very much enjoyed my stay
And I do know that I will come back to you someday
But for now I must be returning
And it was a pleasure for you to have me sing
And whether I’m lost in the Sacred Valley or in the Colca puking
When I go home it’s all of you that I will be missing
And I know somewhere there is a heart
And somewhere there is a soul
And when ours cross paths again
Oh you’ll be the first to know
But for no I must begin to return to my old friends
Only to have new old ones when I return here again
And I know somewhere there is a heart
And somewhere there is a soul
And when ours cross paths again
Oh you’ll be the first to know
But for no I must begin to return to my old friends
Only to have new old ones when I return here again
And everyone that I met
Oh well it was nice to meet you
And once I do return
Oh I will have more words to speak to you
And in the meantime I will miss your ways
Oh I will miss your face
Oh I will count down the days
And one day I will find my footprints to retrace
I will find my footprints to retrace…
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Brian Smith Portland, Oregon
Brian Smith is a geofolk musician on an endless tour around the world.
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