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Something Tells Me

from You Won't Even Know I'm Gone by Ian Fitzgerald

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On came the thunder, but there wasn’t any storm
Just the wet air from a summer afternoon that grew too warm
The boats are in the harbor piled up like firewood
The sirens could sound any second, but it wouldn’t do no good
Turn up the radio, someone’s about to speak
Leave your sister in the kitchen ‘cause her wits are getting weak
The exit is the easy part if we were so inclined
The cobblestones could cut you ‘cause the path’s so well-defined
But if your soul needs saving, should’ve thought of that before
There are bulbs burned out and broken on the cross above the door
Silence is the only thing around here that seems strange
Something tells me that’s about to change

The moving shadows in the dead-still afternoon
Haven’t found the clues or facts to prove positions they’ve assumed
When the night’s a fact of life, we all get off to brave starts
We can each keep watch a spell then switch, but every shift’s the graveyard
For your sake, I pray the weight on which your hope is hung
Is stronger than the silver I could shovel from your tongue
But if it’s not, yours wouldn’t be the first to fall to pieces
Let’s leave it in the parking lot and hope that no one sees us
Your pleasure’s proof of nothing ‘cept how well the wheels are greased
Not even if you buried me would I get any peace
You stared down every barrel like it was miles out of range
Something tells me that’s about to change

Some folks seek direction, some seek to calm their doubts
I seek the shortest path from where I’m at to the easy way out
If you’re waiting for deliverance, you should pray to postal clerks
You can call this field your prairie home, but it still needs to be worked
But you’ll place any bet on which you’re offered even odds
On second glance, these games of chance are games of sabotage
Wolves are scratching at the back door, and they’re letting in the cold
Those clay dice came up snake eyes, but nobody even rolled
If we make it out of this with anything intact
I’ll take you from your homeland and I’ll never take you back
Your Alabama wildflowers whispering my name
And it would be a change of pace for things to stay the same

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from You Won't Even Know I'm Gone, released November 18, 2016
Ian Fitzgerald - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocal
Eric Lichter - electric bass
Dylan Sevey - drums, mandolin
MorganEve Swain - viola

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Ian Fitzgerald Providence, Rhode Island

Though perhaps technically a singer-songwriter, Ian Fitzgerald prefers the term 'folk singer,' as it more accurately describes the tradition in which his music is rooted. From early twentieth century field recordings through Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, Gillian Welch, and hundreds of artists in between, Ian has been influenced by one of the sturdiest strains of American music. ... more

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