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UPCOMING SHOWS

  • 02/22/2012
    Uncommon Ground (Devon) - Chicago, IL
     
  • 03/07/2012
    The Ark - Ann Arbor, MI
     
  • 03/08/2012
    Just Plain Folk Radio - Akron, OH
     
  • 03/09/2012
    Howler's Coyote Cafe - Pittsburgh, PA
     

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Over Time

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

You won’t smell that flower twice—yellow Susan’s blackest eyes.

You won’t know which hills we climbed over time.

You won’t catch that bit of day bless those beaches by that bay.

You won’t recall feelin fine over time.

 

Over time seems far away, but over time will come one day.

 

And you won’t see that drop of rain dance those windows on that train,

Or all the details of that ride—over time.

You won’t see that sliver moon, or hear late night church bells from my room.

You won’t know just how they chimed over time.

 

Over time seems far away, but over time will come one day.

 

And you won’t move that way again—your first-time fingers on my skin.

You’ll forget how hard we tried over time.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Just In Case

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

I left the light on over the porch that it might lead you up to my door.

As for your suitcase, I made some space. Just in case. Just in case.

 

I left the door open. I lifted the latch. I cracked the window. I let out the sash.

And I combed through my hair, and I dressed up in lace. Just in case. Just in case.

 

You’ve been gone a long time, and I’ve got a long line of reasons you may not return.

But I’m just guessin that those are lessons that I haven’t learned. I haven’t learned. Because I…

 

Tidied the kitchen and put up the wreath. I took our old record from it’s old sle

eve. I fashioned a flower into the vase. Just in case. Just in case.

 

I moved your picture to the front of the shelf. And I perfumed my pillow for you to smell.

I left a little lipstick on my face. Just in case. Just in case.

 

You’ve been gone a long time, and I’ve got a long line of reasons you may not return.

But I’m just guessin that those are lessons that I haven’t learned. I haven’t learned. Because I…

 

Left an ember behind the hearth that you’d remember just where you are.

Now I’m rolling over to leave you a place. Just in case. Just in case.

Now I’m rolling over to leave you a place. Just in case. Just in case.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

The Silhouette Game

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

My hands can still remember all my mind knows much better

To recall, and much less to succumb.

But when there’s nothing left to battle, honey, we are only shadows

Of who we were and who we have become.

 

In the darkness of the day you cannot see the shape of

What has changed and what has stayed the same.

So, if you’re findin that you still go down to that willow,

Might I join you in the silhouette game?

 

The naked trees are making me forget that time has taken me

Past the days when were very clear.

So tonight, let us be figures, and if there’s moonlight on the river,

Let’s just close our eyes and make it disappear.

 

In the darkness of the day you cannot see the shape of

What has changed and what has stayed the same.

So, if you’re findin that you still go down to that willow,

Might I join you in the silhouette game?

 

Memories up in your mind are so strong that they take form sometime,

But what you see is only what you feel.

So it really isn’t somethin new that my body is still missin you.

Everybody knows a body knows what’s real.

 

There’s no harm in lovin. There’s no foul in becomin

Real good friends who were lovers before.

So you were right: we were wrong, but then we knew that all along.

I’m just saying I can’t feel that anymore.

 

In the darkness of the day you cannot see the shape of

What has changed and what has stayed the same.

So, if you’re findin that you still go down to that willow,

Might I join you in the silhouette game?

If you find me in that still glow while you’re lookin out your window,

Might I join you in the silhouette game?

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Prove Me Wrong

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Tonight’s moon made a lover of me and a lover of you, don’t you agree?

We are hands holding hands holding time holding space making some plans to make time we could waste.

But everything is very profound on the brink of uncharted ground.

When all is free then nothing is forced, but first times lead to worse times, of course.

So I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

Yeah I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

 

We waltz in the door with the moon in our eyes. We take us by storm and we call it surprise

. We are souls mixing souls mixed in dregs of the wine, which is more in control than our souls at the time.

We take these risks we don’t know that we take. Love is quick to make no mistakes.

So you’ll intend to give me your life, and I’ll pretend to believe you might.

But I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, still I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

Yeah I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

 

No one knows where they’re gonna stay when their soul and body part ways.

The comfort comes in finding someone that you can forgive when the day is done.

Yet I find it true, the one I choose by the light of the moon is the one that I lose.

And all my trust is all that is costs. Is love just a circle of loss?

So I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

Yeah I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

So I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

Yeah I’ll wait for the day that you’re movin along, but I’ll pray that you may just prove me wrong.

Prove me wrong. Prove me wrong. Prove me wrong.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Taxes

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Taxes are taxing me. The man just got the best of me

I have got a recipe, but I have got no dough to buy my bread

So I’m callin you instead

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you

My covers do not cover me. The postman’s got no love for me

I have got some garden seed, but I have got no green to make it grow

And I can’t stand to be alone

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you

 

Forgive me if I’m comin on too strong. Forgive me if I’m lovin you too long

It’s not that I would ever do you wrong, it’s just that baby you’re how I get by

You’re the only thing that can make me forget that lately I’m just so deep in debt

That even when the rain is soakin me wet, Lord, my pockets they are dry

 

My clothes are closing down on me. My shoes are being mean to me

I could stand new scenery, but I have got no change to make a change

Still I’m lovin you the same

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you

My ride just rode away from me. The tide has turned and toppled me

I would play the lottery if there were any tickets to afford

Could I see you some more?

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you 

 

Forgive me if I’m comin on too strong. Forgive me if I’m lovin you too long

It’s not that I would ever do you wrong, it’s just that baby you’re how I get by

You’re the only thing that can make me forget that lately I’m just so deep in debt

That even when the rain is soakin me wet, Lord, my pockets they are dry

 

Taxes are taxing me. The man just got the best of me

I have got a recipe, but I have got no dough to buy my bread

So I’m callin you instead

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin to you

Like it or not, all that I got is what I’m givin.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Postcards From Virginia

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Keep your postcards from Virginia. It’s been so long since ya

Got yourself into my arms. Instead of sendin cards, please find it in ya.

To come again ya know what I need.

 

Dear, when you’re here, I can see how I move you by the look on your face, and the mood in this place.

But I can’t read how you need me or write what I would do to get you back to my town. Specifically in my house.

I want your face in my mirror. I want you comin in clearer than the picture you drew

Next to the “Babe, I love you.”

I want your smell on my body. I want to know that you got me in your eyes, in your mind, in your sleep.

 

Keep your postcards from Virginia. It’s been so long since ya

Got yourself into my arms. Instead of sendin cards, please find it in ya.

To come again ya know what I need.

 

Love, I wake up, and I silence the fear that I am feeling alone, but when I am at home

I still feel the chill of your voice in my ears and your hand in my hand and I need me a man.

Whose got his face in my mirror. I want him comin in clearer than the picture you drew

Next to the “Babe, I love you.”

I want your smell on my body. I want to know that you got me in your eyes, in your mind, in your sleep.

 

Keep your postcards from Virginia. It’s been so long since ya

Got yourself into my arms. Instead of sendin cards, please find it in ya.

To come again ya know what I need.

 

Babe, could you save just a little more postage for your delivery. When will you send you to me?

Cuz I want you through and through in a much bigger dosage than a note on my door. I want me some more.

Of your face in my mirror. I want you comin in clearer than the picture you drew

Next to the “Babe, I love you.”

I want your smell on my body. I want to know that you got me in your eyes, in your mind, in your sleep.

 

Keep your postcards from Virginia. It’s been so long since ya

Got yourself into my arms. Instead of sendin cards, please find it in ya.

To come again ya know what I need.

Please find it in ya to come again ya know what I need.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

When I Come Home

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Lord, give me some grace. Give me some strength. To get through these days.

Then give me some time. Some time to repair. And when I come home, let him be there.

 

Lord, give me some peace to get me somewhere to get me release.

Then give me someone. Someone who cares. And when I come home, let him be there.

 

Please, Lord. There’s nobody else to where I can turn, not even myself.

But I think I could live. If I could know. That someone I love is waiting at home.

 

Lord, give me some speed to get me home soon to get what I need.

Then give me some love. Some love I can share.

And when I come home, let him be there.

And when I come home, let him be there.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

I Don't Know How to Leave You Alone

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

The moment’s very perfect when everything’s uncertain.

It’s innocent until the cover’s blown.

Now the awkward air is lifting, and I should now be drifting,

But I don’t know how to leave you alone.

 

You brush my hair behind my ear and say the right kind

Of words that make me shiver to the bone.

I would run if I had legs to, but instead I stay and beg you,

'Cause I don’t know how to leave you alone.

 

You’re smilin with your eyes, how I wish I could go shy now,

But mine only desire to match your tone.

I hear my front door callin, but I just stand here stallin,

'Cause I don’t know how to leave you alone.

 

You dance me to the corner. You dance me til I’m warmer

Than any heat that I have ever known.

I’ve got things I should be doin, but I let them go to ruin,

'Cause I don’t know how to leave you alone.

 

You move til I’m reeling, and I give into the feeling,

'Cause turnin back is hard once the seed’s sewn.

I guess all I am is wrapped up in this crazy kind of mad love,

And I don’t know how to leave you alone.

 

The moment’s very fragile when everything’s so natural.

It’s paradise til someone throws a stone.

So if you must, break it down, lose my trust so I’ll know how

To finally leave you alone.

If you must, break it down, lose my trust so I’ll know how

To finally leave you alone.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Worry

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Worry slipped into my coffee.

Worry followed me downstairs.

I worry, do you think about me

All the times that I’m not there?

When I darken your apartment door, do you want me around?

I used to be the tune you’d sing, but now you ain’t so proud.

Lord, it’s hard to look the other way when he’s layin down the clues,

Still I’ll take the day of worry before I spend the night with blues.

 

Worry knockin on my window.

Worry squeezin in the cracks.

I worry when you finally come home,

You never really do come back.

When I try to make you smile, you merely grin and walk away.

And maybe you’ve just got things to do, and baby, that’s ok.

But Lord it’s hard when he is makin love and it feels like he’s payin dues.

Still I’ll take the day of worry before I spend the night with blues.

 

Got worry on the high days, worry on the dry days, worry when the sun is out.

Got worry in the thunder, worry if you wonder what I worry about.

Feels like worry in the closet, worry in the faucet, worry on the kitchen shelf.

And I worry more that I worry more for you than for myself.

 

Worry, when will I not worry?

Worry will you let me fly?

I worry you are in no hurry

To let your lady know your mind.

When I move to try to move you, you just say you won’t me moved.

And there’s no point tryin to point you to my point that can’t be proved.

I ain’t never tied a string on you, there ain’t nothin to cut loose.

Don’t make me have to worry that I’ll spend the night with blues.

Maybe it’s all nothin, but if it’s nothin, tell me true

Before I take the day of worry and I spend the night with blues.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

You Go Mad

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

You go mad once you’ve had the love that drives you crazy.

You go gladly 'cause that’s where you go when you’re his baby.

Then you go over and over and over if he’d just ask you if you would.

You’ve got it bad once you have had it so good.

 

You go blind once you find a different kind of road.

You’d drive right off the side just to see how far it goes.

The you go further and further and further when you know you should stay put.

You’ve got it bad once you have had it so good.

 

Love, love, love, love I feel I’m goin mad.

Love, love, love, love like none I’ve ever had.

 

You go weak in your knees. You’d fall onto the ground.

You’d go freely to see if he would catch you goin down.

Then you go deeper and deeper and deeper if he just told you that you could.

You’ve got it bad once you have had it so good.

 

Love, love, love, love I feel I’m goin mad.

Love, love, love, love like none I’ve ever had.

 

You go mad once you’ve had the love that drives you crazy.

You go gladly 'cause that’s where you go when you’re his baby.

Then you go over and over and over if he’d just ask you if you would.

You’ve got it bad once you have had it so good.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Signs

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

I met you on a brilliant dusk

With so many hues, I thought the sky would bust.

Oh, how you stared at me until the dawn.

All the signs were there, you just read them wrong.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

 

The clouds made shapes as the stars would shoot.

On those weeks when fate just seemed to set the mood.

All our days were shared, and our nights were long.

All the signs were there, you just read them wrong.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

 

The words that you poured out of your love for me

Fell to the floor the night you set them free

'Cause I was not prepared to feel like I belonged.

All the signs were there, you just read them wrong.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

 

Then I sat down-trodden by myself again

And I started sobbin for what would have been.

“Damn, I knew I cared for you all along…

All the signs were there, I just read them wrong.”

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

 

I done me in again. All the blame is mine.

I won’t deny, it felt right inside. But I guess all my doubt just hollowed out my means to read the signs.

 

You came back to town one afternoon.

And I sat you down to talk of love with you.

My soul was beared, but yours was gone.

All the signs were there, I just read them wrong.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

 

Is it timing? Only God could know

What keeps me pining for what I let go.

We were a star-crossed pair til I wrote this song

About the signs that were there, but I read them wrong.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da

I read them, I read them wrong.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

Let It Down

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

Let it down. Let it down.

You can stand alone, sleep upon a stone, carry on your own,

And baby don’t you know I’m proud.

But the road is hard enough without givin up any of the stuff

That only means to cut you down.

So if you ever need anymore from me than my company,

You know I’m going to be around for you.

 

Would you, my dear, be so inclined to take the tear from your eye and

 

Let it down. Let it down.

You would be alright fightin your own fight spending every night

Walking without light through town.

Why you gotta prove what you’re goin through to the people who

Only mean to run you down? Don’t know what to say, but I’m gonna stay up until the day

All I do is hang a cloud above you.

 

Wouldn’t your heart feel some reprieve to take the guard that you have conceived and

 

Let it down. Let it down.

It’s hard for me to show you the days I’m low when it’s you who won’t

Ever get to know the ground. Don’t let me become yet another one of the people from

The group that tries to gun you down.

You gotta believe you got more from me than my company.

Baby, don’t you leave me now. Not when you

 

Could trust me instead. Tell me your cares. Or just come to bed, and I’ll take my hair.

 

And I’ll let it down. Let it down. Let it down. Let it down. Let it down. Let it down. For you.

 

Written by Emily Hurd

I'm A Dreamer

(The Barefoot Session, 2006)
 

You brought out the dreamer in me. You brought out the dreamer in me.

There are those who only see things as they seem, but now I’m a dreamer.

Would you like to share my dream? Now I’m a dreamer. Would you like to share?

I dream a sleepy city glowing golden in the sun.

I dream the sound of lillies closin as the weather comes.

I dream us up a fire as we slip in from the storm.

And I dream you hold me tighter 'cause you think to keep me warm.

 

You brought out the dreamer in me. You brought out the dreamer in me.

There are those who only see things as they seem, but now I’m a dreamer.

Would you like to share my dream? Now I’m a dreamer. Would you like to share?

I dream up a solution to the sorrows of the town.

I dream the resolution when the people come around.

I dream me singin louder to the people that will hear.

And I dream me bein prouder all the time that you are near.

 

You brought out the dreamer in me. You brought out the dreamer in me.

There are those who only see things as they seem, but now I’m a dreamer.

Would you like to share my dream? Now I’m a dreamer. Would you like to share my

Dream. My dream. My dream. My dream.

 

I dream I could love anyone but choose to love you best.

I dream our love may empty us one day and build the next.

I dream the end of life will find me seated by your side.

And the grey inside your eyes will say we dreamed our lives in stride.

 

You brought out the dreamer in me. You brought out the dreamer in me.

There are those who only see things as they seem, but now I’m a dreamer.

Would you like to share my dream? Now I’m a dreamer. Would you like to share my dream?

You brought out the dreamer in me. You brought out the dreamer in me.

There are those who only see things as they seem, but now I’m a dreamer.

Would you like to share my dream? Now I’m a dreamer. Would you like to share my dream?

 

Written by Emily Hurd