The Beggar Folk

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1.
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
2.
04:32
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
05:55
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
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
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00:19

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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
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released January 8, 2011

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