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Red

by Scott Simpson

Scott's only "color themed" album to date. Influenced by the sound of Fleet Foxes, RED explores some of Scott's earliest songs (1987-1994), reopened for a fresh interpretation.
Genre: Folk: Alternative Folk
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1. Color Red
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2. Gently
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3. Close As a Whisper
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4. Grey Sky
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5. Emiline
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6. Carlsbad
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7. Wind Upon the Branches
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8. Summer
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes

Color Red

Her car was just a Dodge and she was just a co-ed going west
The mountains calling her were from a poster pinned above her desk
A friend had called her and told her, Colorado air was best
for making up your mind and finding time, and finding time, and finding time—taking time to rest.

And I am just the man who said,
she clears this state, I’ll clear my head.
I’m Amarillo yellow,
She’s Colorado color red.

She says the mountain lakes are great for water skiing with her friends
I’m lying in my bed imagining her laughter and her grin
She’s just a state away, or two or three… which route it just depends
She’s counting her beginnings, I’m just counting all the time, all the time, the time until this ends.

And I am just the man who said,
she clears this state, I’ll clear my head.
I’m Amarillo yellow,
She’s Colorado color red.

I’m black and blue with your love,
don’t know what state I’m in,
but nothing hurts like true love,
just let it in, with time… time… in time…

In my Toyota truck, with any luck, I’ll find her with a smile,
perhaps she’ll let me stay for just a day, for just a little while,
Is it this altitude that makes me dizzy, or is it her style?
I pass another marker on my way, I’m on my way, a bit more time, just another mile.

And I am just the man who said,
she clears this state, I’ll clear my head.
I’m Amarillo yellow,
She’s Colorado color red.
And I am just the man who said,
she clears this state, I’ll clear my head.
I’m Amarillo yellow,
She’s Colorado color red.


Gently

The poet said that life was just a dream.
He was talking to me.
The poet said that life was like a stream.
He was talking to me.

And so you row your boat
on gently down the stream
even when
you think you're gonna scream
because you know
that life is just a dream.

Well, Jack and Jill were best of friends.
He would follow her and she would follow him
anywhere...
up the hill, they were thirsty.

But Jacky lost his footing
and tumbled down the hill.
Right behind him
came his Jill.
They went up thirsty,
they're thirsty still.
They're thirsty still.

Little boy, why do you look so blue?
It seems to me you've got nothin' to do
but dream...
sleep, and dream of sheep.

The sheep are in the meadow,
the cows are in the corn.
All the people
seem so forlorn.
So leave your dreams,
come blow your horn,
come blow your horn.

And so you row your boat
on gently down the stream
even when
you think you're gonna scream
because you know
that life is just a dream.


Close As A Whisper

It's been seven shining summers,
Since you put your hand in mine;
Seven bridges over water,
All the water turned to wine.

Take the song that I sing for you
It's the best thing I can give
Take this life that I live with you
It's the best life I can live

When I think of all the people
We've me along the way
I think of every parting
Just like the closing of a day

But you and I have walked the sunset
Right into the milky way
I've held you in the darkness
And you've never gone away

'Cause the stars have the moon
And the sea has the stars
And the wind blows the sea
Toward the mountains lone and far
And you belong to me
And I belong to you
Just as close as a whisper to its secret.

Build a tower all of marble
Make it seven stories high
Place it far atop a mountain
Above it drape the sky

But a fortress is a hiding place
And a love that's hidden is a lie
But time will tell the truth of it
As the mountains lift, as they lift and sigh...

'Cause the stars have the moon
And the sea has the stars
And the wind blows the sea
Toward the mountains lone and far
And you belong to me
And I belong to you
Just as close as a whisper to its secret.

And a secret is a lonely thing
If it is never told,
Whisper it to your closest friend
The one you long to hold...

(instrumental)

And the stars have the moon
And the sea has the stars
And the wind blows the sea
Toward the mountains lone and far
And you belong to me
And I belong to you
Just as close as a whisper to its secret.




Grey Sky

It's raining, and the sky is grey
On a bus, no one knows what to say
And I'm not really sure where I'm going today
As tears stream down this window.

I thought I might come and stay for awhile
But what's between us is more than just miles
And the knife-blade twists when I think of your smile
As tears stream down this window.

Sometimes we care so much
We seem not to care at all.
Sometimes we cry so much
All we can see are tears.

It's raining, and the sky is grey
On a bus, no one knows what to say
And I'm not really sure where I'm going today
As tears stream down this window.

This window...
This window...
This window...
This window...



Emiline

Down by the creek,
there’s a cold wind blows
For to tell the tale
of the Elk Branch Load
And the men who worked
the Adelson Mine
And their lovely Rose, Sweet Emiline

She was a dark haired beauty
of Gypsy blood
Nearly floated over
them boulders and mud
And there was not a man,
smitten by gold
Who wouldn’t give his share,
her hand to hold

Grab that fiddle get the bow,
darlin’ don’t say no
Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline
Soar up high fall down low,
darlin’ don’t you know
I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline

For six long months they toiled by day
That hillside gave each man his pay
But at night the aspen swayed in time
As each man took his turn with Emiline
And when Emiline begins to dance
She’ll spin you into a powerful trance
You’ll wake up there
on the cold, hard floor
Her name on your lips
and hungry for more
(chorus)

Now stories are told of sirens and maids
Who steal men’s hearts and make them slaves
Well, in the seventh month
she stole the mine—
All the gold, the men,
and the pale moonshine
That’s why there’s nothing left
but water and stone
And a wooden sluice
all bleached to bone
Yes, but she still haunts
that hidden glade
Every time the aspen tremble and sway
(chorus)

There’s a lesson in this sorrowful rhyme:
Beware the creek at evening time,
Young man, beware
the glitter and the shine
And the lovely dance of sweet Emiline

Grab that fiddle get the bow,
darlin’ don’t say no
Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline
Soar up high fall down low,
darlin’ don’t you know
I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline
Soar up high fall down low,
darlin’ don’t you know
I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline
I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline

Down by the creek,
there’s a cold wind blows




Carlsbad

I went into the hole with you
to give silence a name
and to know who we've both been talking to,
to strike a match and light a flame.

But the darkness was complete
and the weight of it was intense.
Our tongues were tightly reigned---
none of this makes any sense.

Oh don't hide yourself away
like a prisoner underground
don't leave the light of day
for this hiding place you've found.
A subterranean river moves
to hollow out an empty place.
Can you feel it in you heart?
I can see it in your face.

And the man in the uniform
tells me about the weight of stone
and there's a child who's on vacation,
but he's crying to go home,

And the wonder of a cavern
is the time that it takes
to carve a space of silent blackness,
and the hollow sound it makes.

I have traveled south
across the barren dirt,
and I will open up my mouth,
and I will say the words---

We will talk of love and friendship,
we will talk of poetry,
and we will talk about the pain
that carves the holes in you and me.

(chorus)

I can feel it in my heart..., can you see it in my face?



Wind Upon the Branches

You say you're sad
This world can treat you so bad
Give me your hand
Together we can walk this cold land

It's only wind upon the branches
So there's no need for you to run and hide
It's only shadows on the doorstep
Unless you let it come inside

You'll shed your tears
But you won't shed your worst fears
Put them away
Tomorrow's gonna be a brand-new day

It's only wind upon the branches
So there's no need for you to run and hide
It's only shadows on the doorstep
Unless you let it come inside

(instrumental)

It's only wind upon the branches
So there's no need for you to run and hide
It's only shadows on the doorstep
Unless you let it come inside

Go ahead and cry
As long as you don't kiss me goodbye
Just don't hurt your heart--
That's the place where the healing has to start

It's only wind upon the branches
So there's no need for you to run and hide
It's only shadows on the doorstep
Unless you let it come inside

Please don't let it come inside...
Please don't let it come inside...
Please don't let it come inside...
Please don't let it come inside...
Please don't let it come inside...



Summer

Summer, like Madonna and child...
you were born just a little bit wild.
Blonde hair and a permanent smile,
Summer, like Madonna and child.
Who knows what the Lord was doin'
when He made you---
but I hear some people have been with angels
and never knew.

Summer, what do you see?
This millstone 'round my neck and an angry sea?
I can stumble and fall so easily
bringin' everyone around down with me.
You must be some kind of messiah
the way you look through me.
And there's somethin' in your innocence that reminds me
of the way things ought to be.

(instrumental)

Summer, like a summer rain,
you open up your arms to bless us again.
But it's a hard, hard ground for growin' grain
and sometimes it only yields pain.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
you are your Father's daughter...
but like the summer sun
you still smile on everyone.



Words and Music by Scott Simpson, 2009, All Rights Reserved

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