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about

The Beggar Folk are Josh and Trista Lamb, a band of folk singer-songwriters from Lancaster, Pa. Their music is mellow and intimate…finger-picking, warm harmonies, thoughtful lyrics, and a fierce love for both man and creator have all lead to their ability to stir their listeners. Their distinct blend of modern folk+old country lends a natural avenue to their strong storytelling and minimalist roots.

"Their harmonies – smooth, drowsy and with just a touch of innocence – reach back to pre-war country and gospel music." - John Duffy, FLY Magazine

Booking/PR: thebeggarfolk@gmail.com


Guitars: Acoustic Artisan
A.J. Kolodziejski
www.acousticartisan.com

Produced by Steven Courtney
Recorded and mixed at Folktowne Studio in Manheim, PA
Radio Vibe Records 2010
© The Beggar Folk
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released 08 January 2011

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Track Name: Ohio Interlude
I was working up to you
call it my Ohio interlude
waking with the river, rising with the dew
we’ve all been waiting to feel you

I’m not much of a lover
but I am willing to pay for company
hold me all night
warm me like a fireside

I’ve been sent nothing but old letters to read
the pony express got caught in a foreign stampede
I am a widow while you’re off to war
so I speak to your pictures and sleep in your clothes

I’m not much of a lover
but I am willing to pay for company
hold me all night
warm me like a fireside

God where, covered mountains, wounded passion lies down
In which field, fire a flare, has my great lover gone

I’m not much of a lover
but I am willing to pay for company
Track Name: Dearest Lord
Dearest Lord, the open pastures
a harvest born by horse drawn tractors
fueled by a love of your land
found joy done by the works of honest hands Lord
found joy done by the works of honest hands

Dearest Lord, the sky’s a story
the clouds, the winds, applaud you for me
I’m silent man
hushed by the works of honest hands, Lord
hushed by the works of honest hands

Glory Lord

Dearest Lord, the mighty river
the current strong, bares a resemblance true
you’re constant, you move
washed by the works of honest hands Lord
washed by the works of honest hands

Dearest Lord, those who walk beside me
the rich, the poor, may you remind me
you are found in them too
built by the works of honest hands Lord
built by the works of honest hands

Glory Lord

Dearest Lord, the soul inside me
seems to soar when music finds me
Track Name: I Don't Feel It
I don’t feel very much, but my heart’s a known liar
I am always waking up, lend me some sleep

You made me feel like a whore
who laid myself bare on your bedroom floor
but you did not so much as look my way
I don’t get kissed on the mouth
my mind’s running wild while you’re out on the town
you say you can’t leave me, but I don’t see you here

I do my best to keep myself sane
empty spot in my bed where I outline your frame

Spooning alone, tears trail down my pillow
have my eyes gone bad or my heart just broke

I don’t feel very much, but my heart’s a known liar
I am always waking up, lend me some sleep
Track Name: Black Billows
There was a spark in my house
but we could not see it, we were out
so the smoke billowed through each room
turning black and oily what I knew

What would you give to paint the walls white
what would you give for a second chance at life
what would you give to have never set it off
what would you give for my love

There was a needle in the hay
but it had sifted to the bottom, till one day
you and I rode the eye of a hurricane
and it stitched us back together where we lay

What would you give to paint the walls white
what would you give for a second chance at life
what would you give to have never set it off
what would you give for my love
Track Name: Rug, Shovel, Gun
It ain’t love because you never shout
it ain’t right because you think you’re in love
spare the switch and see how they turn out
wrong is wrong, I’ve seen it for myself

There’s a baby, silent in its crib
now at peace, explosions have hushed it
cry no more, baby, cry no more
you were born and buried in this war

And a mother cannot help but wail
screaming helps when evil has prevailed
shattered home, no one and nowhere left
she just cries all night and beats her breast

Grab a rug, a shovel, or a gun
be buried or bury someone
should you hit the rug upon your knees
brother, say a prayer for peace

A man’s brother, he lies in red
close his eyes and kiss him into death
in your tears, remember God is love
as-Salam, brother, here I come
Track Name: No Rest For The Weary
I am held behind cold steel bars across the county line
that I myself did form while serving out my time
and the warden, I am he, fine tooth comb, polished shoes, size 10 feet
with a gun to my head, he smokes a cigarette between clenched teeth
there is no rest for the weary, no rest for me

I have often dreamed of an escape train rolling through the country
retired from my chains, my wife and kids along to ride with me
my family would sing, “Breathe deep the meadow flowers of summer”
it would help me believe there’s more to the world than making money
but alas, I must wake from every sleep
there is no rest for the weary, no rest for me

My anger will not bleed
I’m 4 feet taller than my surroundings
bird-eye view, mind at ease
is merely a matter of rising up to leave
and find some rest for the weary, some rest for me
Track Name: Beauty In Bed With Me
I wake up to beauty in bed with me
hold your hand and kiss you while you sleep
I thank God for my daily routine
waking up to beauty in bed with me

I linger longer most days than I should
laying in the arms of the man who does me good
I fall in to sleeping through the morning
sun up, sun go, sun come again

What a lovely thing to wake to
wildflowers in our hair
what a lovely thing to waste
I’d spend the day in bed with you
but babe you know I just can’t sleep past noon

Even in my dreams I’m true to you
cause there ain’t no other woman who knows me like you do
good looks will come, but soon be through
but my future’s found in history and my history’s found in you

I hate the days when you must rise to go
I’ll sing you something dreamy, drown out the rooster’s crow,
I love you and look forward to the road
that leads from Philadelphia and the lights of boathouse row

What a lovely thing to wake to
wildflowers in our hair
what a lovely thing to waste
I’d spend the day in bed with you, but babe you know I just can’t sleep past noon
Track Name: Only Stories
I cry because they don’t know you like I have come to know you
they’ve just heard stories of distance
of a hand that is quick to destroy
and smack them like Sodom’s dirty sinners
and choke out my morning joy

They say that you do not love me
they say that I am naive
for ever believing in snakes speaking
they say it cause they’ve never seen
how tender you treat me, how you hear me
how you speak your peace into me

It was the heart you were after from the start
and no behavior, no family tree, no metal or paper
could keep you from or bring you to me

By name, I’m not ashamed of you
but those who claim they are in love with you too
then behave as though what you want them to do
is handle judgment for you and cause pain

Poor fools have only heard stories of you
second-hand smoke of the jaded and bruised
they’ll need a fresh start too
they, once like me, are severely confused

It was the heart you were after from the start
and no behavior, no family tree, no metal or paper
could keep you from or bring you to me
Track Name: The Beggar Folk
Me and my beggar folk sing
down in the street gutter, I need a drink
and I’m unclean, my blood runs black through me
nonetheless, I’d like to eat

Give me rest for my heart, rest in your arms
come thirsty, leave topped off
laying lowly, leave in love
no more westward sons

Me and my beggar folk speak
to beggars of bread, a hand that always feeds
and I’m no king, my pride it knows its peak
nonetheless, I found a feast

Gave me rest for my heart, rest in your arms
come thirsty, leave topped off
layin’ lowly, leave in love
no more westward sons
Track Name: The Intention of Dying
I have every intention of dying today
I will burn out like a matchstick flame
my body will break before these sheets
and I’ll fight in vain, if I know me

Drag my nails down the wall
picture frames, they fall
try to find my feet as I’m kicked through the yard
and there are two men, tea, prayer, and cakes
my lights go out, coin weight on my face

A stretcher of hay will lead me away
I will lay my sweet body down
broken bones laid in broken ground
and you did what I told you to do,
just like I told you

I have every intention of living today
but not for myself as most lay claim
I’ve given in to the depths of my grave
I have been slain so that I’ll be raised
Track Name: To My Favorite Son
To my favorite son
I leave you the house
please take all your guns
and melt them down

Your mother is going to need help
please be a strong shoulder
and take care of yourselves

But cry when you need to

To my dear wife
our love did not fade
should you marry another
should he take my place

Remember my weakness
remember my strength
remember my fear of the Lord
remember my face

And cry when you need to
Track Name: Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe
there is no sickness, toil, or danger
in that fair land to which I go

I’m going home to see my mother
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o’er me
I know my pathway’s rough and steep
but golden fields lie out before me
where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
this form shall rest beneath the stars
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
and enter in that home with God

I'm going home to see my Savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home