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Mockingbird
03:50
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Well I try to be as bright as a rainbow
Arcing my way across the sky
Slide down me to your pot of gold
And I try to be a light as a feather
Don't worry about the weather close my eyes
The wind will take me where I want to go
Black as night and still he sings
A flash of white as he takes wing
But the mockingbird won't sing for me
Well I work as hard as I can to be smarter
Hoping if I do what I oughtta do
Then everything will turn out right
And I drive day after day going nowhere
Doing my best to always remember
How to get home again
Black as night and still he sings
A flash of white as he takes wing
But the mockingbird won't sing for me
And I sing along with the radio
Beating out a rhythm on the steering wheel
With the palm of my hand
And I pray that I will sleep when the night comes
Instead of worrying about everything I've done
That can't be undone again
Black as night and still he sings
A flash of white as he takes wing
But the mockingbird won't sing for me
Well the birds spread out across the field
Looking for a meal after the rain has come
And the sky has been washed clear
And I watch and marvel at the joy
And grieve for the boy who is still lost
And can't find his way home again
Black as night and still he sings
A flash of white as he takes wing
But the mockingbird won't sing for me
Still the mockingbird won't sing for me
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
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Sweet Sally
05:36
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L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(5:36) Elfy Kornfeld, vocal and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal
Sweet Sally girl you been on my mind
You left your clothes you left your books you left your life behind
Sweet Sally girl you been on my mind
You left your clothes you left your books you left your life behind
Once you were a girl and the road was open wide
Dark times they came and went and you locked them all inside
Sally why did you go? You left your rings you left your wedding dress
You left your coat you left your keys and I'm drowning in all the rest
I'm walking down the path that is laid
But I can't sleep in the bed that you made
Black is the morning and still the afternoon
And I'm waiting for the moon to rise cause I'm coming to meet you soon
Sweet Sally you are always on my mind
You left our home you left me here you left your life behind
I'm walking down the path that is laid
But I can't sleep in the bed that you made (play heavy here)
Sweet Sally girl you been on my mind
You left your clothes you left your books you left your life behind
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3. |
Flowers in the Garden
03:25
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Flowers in the Garden
Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(3:26) Elfy Kornfeld, lead vocal and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Josh Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal
The smell of cornbread a-bakin’ drifts through the air
My kettle’s boiling over but then what do I care
Another bottle of wine has disappeared
Thinking on the worst has brought just what I feared,
Thinking on the worst has brought just what I feared
The storm has passed on by but I feel forsaken
I’ll never rid my mind of what’s been taken
Dreams of a good life slipped through my fingertips
May the secret of this day never pass through these lips,
May the secret of this day never pass through these lips
Pushing a store bought mop across the kitchen floor
Two settings at the table, but that won’t be no more
There’s a flower bed out back where none used to be
I’ll be lonesome for sure but I guess I am free,
I’ll be lonesome for sure but I guess I am free
Now if I should survive into my later years
And if there comes a time when I shed no tears
The doves up in the trees will sing their sad refrain
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain,
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain
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4. |
Being Human
04:30
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Being Human
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(4:31) Elfy Kornfeld, vocals and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal
It's 2am and I'm awake again and all I want is some sleep
I take a look into the dark and the dark looks back at me
But oh this life is so much longer
Than I ever thought that it could be
And I am tired tired of being human
And this world has made a monkey out of me
I climb the trees and then I fall back down again
I'm on my hands and knees trying to stand so that I can pretend
That I am not so tired of trying
To be all the things I thought that I would be
And I am sick so sick of being human
And this life has made a monkey out of me
It's 4am and all I want is to remember how to breathe
And when the morning comes the day will take me in its arms like a thief
And I drive a car just like a human
And human is all that I will ever be
Cause I sweat and bleed and cry just like a human
But this world has made a monkey out of me
So hold on to me cause you're the only thing that I know how to do
Please hold on to me because I don't know how else I will make it through
And maybe I will fight you but I am trying
To be as human as an animal can be
But it's so hard to stand on two legs
When this life has made a monkey out of me
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5. |
Falling's Easy
03:20
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Falling’s Easy
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(3:19) Elfy Kornfeld, vocal and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal
The rain turns to snow and you're driving slow cause
You're going home cause there's nowhere else to go so you
Come back to town where you burned your bridges down and you're
Trying not to drown while you're looking to get to higher ground
Falling's easy it's the landing that's hard or maybe
Landing's easy it's the getting up that's hard or maybe
Getting up is easy but the first steps are hard
You say you'll be late but he meets you at the gate and your
Father's face holds all the memories of this place and
Your mother's smile well it's been a while since you
Falling's easy it's the landing that's hard or maybe
Landing's easy it's the getting up that's hard or maybe
Getting up is easy but the first steps are hard
They know you here where you used to disappear into
Cigarettes and beer their disappointment thick and clear and
How do you begin when you have to pretend that
This isn't the end but you've circled round and round again
Falling's easy it's the landing that's hard or maybe
Landing's easy it's the getting up that's hard or maybe
Getting up is easy but the first steps are hard
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6. |
Nashville Road
03:48
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Nashville Road
Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(3:49) Elfy Kornfeld, vocal and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Josh Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal; guest musician Jeff Webb, pedal steel guitar
The twelfth of November in thirty-three I carried a Gunter’s chain
Through the Middle Country of Tennessee and my survey lines remain
I was barely sixteen when I worked one hundred and fifty odd days
They paid me an honest wage so never was need to complain
And the stars fell like showers of snow and the heavens were all aglow
And as silver tracks scratched the sky a calmness filled my soul
And with a half a jug of whiskey and without too heavy a load
I’m goin’ back to where I belong, somewhere on the Nashville Road
Runnin’ a line through briars and vines, racing a setting sun
Knee deep in mire and swattin’ flies, we was covered with mud and blood
Still six hundred and forty poles to the point where we begun
We had to get back to the Nashville Road before our work was done
And the stars fell like showers of snow and the heavens were all aglow
And as silver tracks scratched the sky a calmness filled my soul
And with a half a jug of whiskey and without too heavy a load
I’m goin’ back where I belong, somewhere on the Nashville Road
At Hill’s Old Place we took our leave near the Cumberland Plateau
Blessed with youth I did not know that change had been bestowed
I’ll forever remember the fires in the night so many years ago
And the days a boy became a man somewhere on the Nashville Road
And the stars fell like showers of snow and the heavens were all aglow
And as silver tracks scratched the sky a calmness filled my soul
And with a half a jug of whiskey and without too heavy a load
I’m goin’ back where I belong, somewhere on the Nashville Road
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7. |
Dogwoods to Maples
03:44
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Dogwoods to Maples
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(3:44) Elfy Kornfeld, vocals and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal
The country station plays the blues
Of a Motel 6 and borrowed shoes
And three chords that think they know the truth
That you don't want to hear on this day
Even though you knew it anyway
Like biting down on a broken tooth
I must have lost my mind
Why it took me so much time
To leave your sorry ass behind
Mustard blooming by the roadside
Sweet and sharp as saying goodbye
Rank and bitter as a bottle of turned wine
And I am broken by the blue sky and your eyes
And all the ways that you can lie
And all the times I believed we'd be fine
I must have lost my mind
Why it took me so much time
To leave your sorry ass behind
The sound track of highway driving
A 4/4 beat and lonesome crying
Taking my broken bones out of the south
And if I can know anything for sure
You're not the man I thought you were
Whispered words straight from the devil's mouth
I must have lost my mind
Why it took me so much time
To leave your sorry ass behind
The dogwoods have turned to maples
A torn heart mended with staples
A battered mind running on diesel fumes
And the slide guitar is holding all the parts
Of my softly beating bloody heart
But the three part harmony's out of tune
I must have lost my mind
Why it took me so much time
To leave your sorry ass behind
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8. |
Bitter and Sweet
04:34
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Bitter and Sweet
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(4:34) Elfy Kornfeld, vocals; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal; guest musician Jaden Passero, accordion
Bitter are the words that fell like candy from my tongue
I thought that I was smart but as it turns out I'm so dumb
I woke with my head on the bathmat right beside the tub
I don't wish I was dead but I might wish that when I stand up
And I think that I might have told you
A thing or two that I wish that I hadn't told you
Please don't remind me if I said that I loved you
We stayed up late talked too much drank too much
I made the mistake of not knowing when it's enough
But you hung around and I shoulda gone home instead
Cuz we drank too much loosed my tongue and lost my head
I try not to make a mess where I eat
And I try hard to keep my head above my feet
Sweet were the words that I let fall onto your plate
But you backed away from the table with a red face
And I think that I might have told you
A thing or three that we both wish that I hadn't told you
Please try to forget that I said that I loved you
Moving through my day sad but that's no use to me
I point my boat to shore but I keep heading out to sea
Bitter is the taste on my lips and on my tongue
I thought that I was smart but as it turns out I'm so dumb
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9. |
Let You Go
04:59
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Let You Go
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
(4:59) Elfy Kornfeld, vocals; Rick Russell, guitar; Joshua Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal; guest musician Mark Lewis, fiddle
I carry you with me and it's a heavy load
Lay down my burden on the side of the road
Nothing much to do and there's nowhere left to go
I've worn out my shoes and you've worn down my soul
Oh oh oh oh oh worn down my soul
Nothing much to do and there's nowhere left to go
She lays down her cigarette turns off the radio
She never meant to do harm but yet she ties off her arm
Stares out the window at the truck parked outside the barn
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Days pass each one is much the same sometimes it's dry sometimes it rains
And when she speaks she can't explain why pain is the remedy for pain
Walking down the street she wishes that she could just go back home
Sitting at the table wonders why she's always alone
Oh oh oh oh oh always alone
I never meant to let you go I never meant to let you go
I never meant to let you go I never meant to let you go
Oh oh oh oh oh but I let you go
Oh oh oh oh oh but I let you go
Hope come to me and spread your wings throw your shelter over everything
And damn it's lovely when she sings but she doesn't sing to me
Her face has turned away once more a shadow cast down on the floor
And I wonder what I'm waiting for I wonder what I'm waiting for
Oh oh oh oh oh What am I waiting for And I
Oh oh oh oh oh What am I waiting for?
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10. |
You're Not Coming Back
02:50
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You're Not Coming Back
Glass of water on the counter top
But I won't drink it, I won't spill a drop
Cause I can't swallow this bitter pill
That you left me on the window sill, the window sill
And it's all shattered dreams and broken glass
That has brought me to my knees on this jagged path
Cause you're not coming back
You went south without saying why
But I won't ask and I won't cry
It's just a sickness that I can't shake
And a fever that I can't break, I can't break
I got a bottle of bourbon and if it comes to pass
That I wake up in the morning I'll pour another glass
Cause you're not coming back
I will put on my best dress
And I will wait here cause all that I got left
Is more time until the fever breaks
And I can drink as long as it takes, long as it takes
Cause I got a jug of water and a bitter pill
That has brought me to my knees at the window sill
And it's all bourbon whiskey in a shattered glass
Cause you're not coming back
You're not coming back
You're not coming back
You're not coming back
L E Kornfeld (Elfy Kornfeld Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved
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The Scatterlings Asheville, North Carolina
"Rustic, Rootsy, and Sunny-Side Dark"
Americana/Roots music with mountain influences, folk
stylings, astute songwriting, textural instrumentation, songs about heartbreak, whiskey, killings, hangings and other happy things
The Scatterlings are a four-piece acoustic/Americana band based in Asheville, North Carolina.
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