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Blue Raga
04:01
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Ghost On the Hill
03:40
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Ghost On The Hill
Time comes back
To run anew
To feed the fire we are running through
And time it haunts me
Brings me back to you
Mists returning...burning fever, crystal blue
Chorus
The rain is drumming
I'm driving home
That house is empty
Upon that hill, all alone
Where the Ghost waits for me...for You
Time comes back
Brings to pass
Wishing wells
Drawn up from the past
And time it haunts us
For what we know
The hours turning
Our children have grown
Chorus
The rain is drumming
We drive alone
That house burnt down
Oh so long ago
Still that Ghost waits for me....for You
Lyrics and Music by Buck Curran (ASCAP)
Arborea Music Publishing
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No Love Is Sorrow
07:42
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Deep In The Lovin’ Arms Of My Babe
North Wind's a howlin'
Like a hungry beast a starvin'
Comin' for to steal my breath away
But there's one thing I'm knowin'
A fevered quest I'm goin'
That's the one, that got away
Chorus
A Cold Wind's a Blowin'...Shouldn't I be goin'
Into the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
Cold Wind's a Turnin'...Shouldn't I be burnin’
Deep in the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
With the North Wind I'm leanin’
As the dark blue night's descending
But I can't start a fire to light my way
The deep dark sea she's callin'
Through the rain and thunder rollin'
I can't find the sun...anywhere
Chorus
Cold Wind's a Blowin'...Shouldn't I be goin'
Into the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
A Cold Wind's a Turnin'...Shouldn't I be burning
Deep in the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
The North Wind's a howlin'
Like a hungry beast a starvin'
Coming for to steal my breath away
The dark blue night's descending
And the cold hard earth's a moanin'
I'm dying for the light that's moved away
Chorus
Cold Wind's a Blowin'...Shouldn't I be goin'
Into the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
Cold Wind's a Turnin'...Shouldn't I be burning
Deep in the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
A Cold Wind's a Howlin'...Shouldn't I be running'
Into the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
Deep in the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
All in the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
Into the Lovin' Arms of My Babe
Lyrics and Music by Buck Curran (ASCAP)
Arborea Music Publishing
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Marie
01:43
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6. |
Odissea
06:05
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Odissea
Letting go of all these blues
Laying down all my sorrow
Adrift upon the open sea
Currents of Love compel me
Your rhythms of faith propel me
Out of the night, into the light
Into your Lovin’ arms, you better believe
Chorus
And no chains can bind me
In that place you find me
And your Love sets me Free
And no ropes can tie me
In that way, you know me
And your Love sets me Free
Looking up to the sky
And the sun shines down
Burned away the lies
Turned these blues around
Gives truth to this life
You better believe...I believe
Chorus
Letting go of all these blues
Laying down all my sorrow
Adrift upon the sea
Currents of love compel me
Your rhythms of faith propel me
Out of the night, into the light
Into your Lovin’ arms, you better believe
Chorus
And no chains can bind me
In that place you find me
And your Love sets me Free
And no ropes can tie me
In that way you know me
And your Love sets me Free
And your Love just sets me Free
And our Love sets me Free
Lyrics and Music by Buck Curran (ASCAP)
Arborea Music Publishing
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8. |
Django (New Years Day)
04:05
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9. |
One Evening
04:12
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One Evening
Well the Moon’s hangin’ round our window
Whisper sweet nothings to my ear
And somewhere in the distance a dark storm’s churnin’
But it’s not the flashing lightnin’ I fear
Turnin’ my eyes off everything
Screamin’ through this color screen
From China to DC, inside our DNA
Their trackin’, mapping every single little thing
With nowhere left to hide from their aim
They say pale wicked days surely are a-comin’
In the west another beast on the rise
And his lust it burns turns never-ending
From some gilded chair in a New York high-rise
A babe grows inside her warm belly
His heart beats like a small freight train
And she loves her unborn son like no other
As he floats in her womb with no name
Now turnin’ her words of love like heaven above
See it shining true in her eyes
As we stroll on down to the banks of the black waterside
Watch the sun leave the moon on the rise
Now I take her hand and softly whisper Ti Amo
I can’t bear the thought of ever parting ways
And our shadows play beneath a red-purple horizon
Watch the sunset reflect in her eyes
And there’s gun smoke and wars and rumors of more
Advertisers drive our competitive side
Repetitions of some nightmarish never-ending story
In which we run, but there’s nowhere to hide
And we run, but there’s no place to hide
Well the Moon’s hangin’ round our window
Whisper sweet nothings to my ear
And somewhere in the distance a dark storm’s churnin’
But it’s not the flashing lightnin’ I fear
But it’s not the flashing lighting I fear
Lyrics and Music by Buck Curran (ASCAP)
Arborea Music Publishing
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Chromaticle
03:05
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11. |
War Behind the Sun
06:56
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12. |
Lucia
03:21
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Ghost On The Hill
Time comes back
To run anew
To feed the fire we are running through
And time it haunts me
Brings me back to you
Mists returning...burning fever, crystal blue
Chorus
The rain is drumming
I'm driving home
That house is empty
Upon that hill, all alone
Where the Ghost waits for me...for You
Time comes back
Brings to pass
Wishing wells
Drawn up from the past
And time it haunts us
For what we know
The hours turning
Our children have grown
Chorus
The rain is drumming
We drive alone
That house burnt down
Oh so long ago
Still that Ghost waits for me....for You
Lyrics and Music by Buck Curran (ASCAP)
Arborea Music Publishing
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Obsolete Recordings
Immortal Light is the debut solo album by guitarist-singer-songwriter Buck Curran (of the duo Arborea). Since 2005, Buck has recorded and performed around the World as one half of the alt-folk duo Arborea who has released five albums, and produced two various- artist compilations (Leaves of Life: a benefit for the World Food Program and We Are All One, In the Sun: a tribute to Robbie Basho. ... more
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