Live at the Troubadour

Tell Me True

(Sarah Jarosz) SoRaw Music (BMI)

Do you think of me the way I think of you?
Do you hope for things most likely won’t come true?
Do you dream of me like I dream of you?
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true

Do you hum a little tune all day long?
Do you hear my name in the chorus of your song?
When you sing your song does it make you feel brand new?
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true

Do you wonder why we live and why we die?
Do you wonder why we laugh and why we cry?
Do you wonder why we dance and why we fall?
Tell me, darlin’, do you wonder these at all?
Tell me, darlin’, do you wonder these at all?

Like a child who can’t wait to go and play
I’m waiting for love to come my way
Can we make this new love fit like an old shoe?
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true
Tell me, darlin’, please tell me true

Mansinneedof

(Sarah Jarosz) SoRaw Music (BMI)

Sarah Jarosz – mandolin
Alex Hargreaves – fiddle
Nat Smith – cello

Broussard’s Lament

(Sarah Jarosz) SoRaw Music (BMI)

The storm it did rage on the coastal shore
Winds blew so strong, then the floods came on
People cried, “What took so long,
For our help to come along?”

Answers came cheap at the break of dawn
Sound bites went on and on and on

“They told us Thursday they would come,
They told us Friday they would come,
Saturday came and still the dying lived on.”

The missing ones were lost not to be found
They paid the cost, you let them down
But we said, “What can we do
Just to make it up to you?”

“Oh you can try to make this up to me,
But all I had’s lost, now I’m lost, you see.”
“They told me Thursday they would come,
They told me Friday they would come,
Saturday’s here and I’m trying to find my way home.
Oh the time is here, I’m trying to find my way home.”

Kathy’s Song

(Paul Simon) Paul Simon Music (BMI), administered by Songs of Universal

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

Shankill Butchers

(Colin Meloy) Osterozhna! Music (BMI)

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They’re sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint

Chorus:
‘Cause everybody knows
If you don’t mind your mother’s words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan, everybody shake
The Shankill Butchers want to catch you awake

They used to be just like me and you
They used to be sweet little boys
But something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy

Chorus

The Shankill Butchers on the rise
They’re waiting ’til the dead of night
They’re picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

Chorus