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Ghost in the Needle
05:39
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There’s a spirit in those old songs - The sound won’t let me be
Reminding me of something true - That I can barely see
I put a record on the table - Smell the amplifier’s heat
Gives me hope when I’m unable - To feel the rhythm in my feet
There are ghosts in the needle
As it scrapes music from the grooves
Johnny, Merle, and Patsy
And the songs we’ll never lose
There are ghosts in the needle
They push me toward the light
A holy kind of haunting
I’m dancing to tonight
He’s giving her a portrait - Of her mother so long gone
Every detail perfect - She can’t believe what he has drawn
As the ink cuts through her skin - A tear flows with the blood
All the pain and heartache – Comes in rushing like a flood
There’s a ghost in the needle
As it pushes through her skin
Daughters need their Mommas
No one knows how hard it’s been
There’s a ghost in the needle
It points her toward the light
Same one her Momma followed
When she went home that night
Some ghosts haunt us on our midnight roads
Some ghosts hold our hands
There’s a holy ghost whispering in a quiet tone
I’m beginning to understand
There’s a ghost in the needle - Like a compass pointing home
Like my baby sewing patches - On some jeans I can’t let go
There’s a ghost in the needle - As it’s scraping out the sound
Of those who went before us - And the love they lost and found
The love they lost and found
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Not OK At All
05:27
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Oh my soul, my soul, my soul
Oh how you ache in me
This road is hard and takes its toll
I cannot trust what I cannot see
Double-minded doubter
Clay-footed tease
I cannot breathe without her
But faith is far from me
And I’m the one who flees
This is not OK at all
It’s all shadows, tears, and fruits of the fall
I cannot hear your voice now
As I amble down the hall
This is not OK at all
Oh my soul, my soul, my soul
Will you make it through another night?
Out the window it’s as black as coal
And I’m guided by a cold screen light
There’s a young mother dying
A crushing pain in my head
My wife is lying crying
Right next to me in bed
What was it that you said?
This is not OK at all
It’s all shadows, fears, and fruits of the fall
I cannot hear your voice now
As I amble down the hall
This is not OK at all
Oh how long til the morning?
Oh how long til the sun?
How many years of mourning?
Til the sad things come undone?
Til the sad things come undone…
This is not OK at all
It’s all shadows, fear, and fruits of the fall
I cannot hear your voice now
As I amble down the hall
This is not OK
I am not OK
This is not OK at all
Oh my soul, my soul, my soul,
Oh, my soul
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The Wayside Nashville
The Wayside is John and Michelle Thompson and the various friends and collaborators who have come alongside them over the past 32 years of rootsy music making. Originally from the Chicago area, they now call East Nashville home and they love it.
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