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Just The Motion

by Betty and the Baby Boomers

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1.
Laughing River 04:26
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I'm goin away, Cause I've gotta busted heart. I'm leavin' today, if my travel all will start. And I reckon where I'm headed, Gonna need me different clothes-- way up in Michigan, where the Laughing River flows. Twenty years in the minor leagues Ain't no place I didn't go Well I gotta few hits, But I never made the show. I can hang on for a few years, doin what I've done before. I wanna hear the Laughing River, flowin' right outside my door. My cousin Ray, Says he's got a job for me. Where the houses are still cheap, And he knows this nice lady. He said she even saw me play once, Smiled at my name. Way way up in Michigan, Could be a whole new game. So goodbye to the bus. And good bye to payin' dues. Ant it's goodbye to the cheers, And goodbye to the booze. Well I'm trading in this old bat, For a fishing pole. I'm want to let the Laughing River, flow right into my soul. I'm goin away, Cause I've gotta busted heart. I'm leavin' today, if my international travel all will start. And I recken where I'm headed, Gonna need me different clothes-- way up in Michigan, where the Laughing River flows.
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Back Bay 04:30
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Give me the quiet waters Give me the back bay Give me a good excuse to slip the strangle noose of a work day Oh my soul is free no one to bother me on the back bay Don't want your noisy engine Don't want the wind in my hair Give me an old canoe A paddle light and true They will take me Where the heron waits for the tide and fate to bring her dinner there Give me the quiet wanter Give me the back bay I feel the need to ride the changes of the tide in the worst way Oh I do believe I feel the river breathe on the back bay Oh you can keep the channel you've got places to go The rive rushing by You're living on the fly I will take things slowly I don't mind if I fall behind in the ebb and flow We need that quiet water we need the back bay A buffer from the storm The place were life is born Where the cattails sway The river's health is in the secret wealth of the back bay Give me the quiet water Rock me in the cradle of the back bay We need that quiet water Share it with the eagle and the osprey Cherish the quiet water of the back bay Give me the quiet water We need the quiet water of the back bay Share it with the eagle and the osprey Give me the quiet water Of the back bay
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Remember Me 03:41
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The sweetest songs belong to lovers in the morning The sweetest days are the days that used to be The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting When you said sweetheart remember me Remember me when the candle light is gleaming Remember me at the close of a long long day It would be so sweet while all alone I'm yearning Just to know you still remember me You told me once that you were mine alone forever And I was yours till the end of eternity But all our vows are broken now and we will never Be the same except in memory Remember me when the candle light is gleaming Remember me at the close of a long long day It would be so sweet while all alone I'm yearning Just to know you still remember me A brighter face may take my place when we're apart dear A sweeter smile and a love more bold and free But in the end fairweather friends may break your heart dear When they do will you remember me Remember me when the candle light is gleaming Remember me at the close of a long long day It would be so sweet while all alone I'm yearning Just to know you still remember me Don't call for me all alone for I'll be yearning For you each night far away on the deep blue sea Don't cry for me but keep your live light burning When I'm gone will you remember me? Yes when I'm gone sweetheart remember me
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Tell Old Bill 05:15
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It's Just the Motion 04:59
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When you're out on the ocean, rocked up and down, don't worry When you're spinning and turning round and around, don't worry You're just feeling sea-sick, you're just feeling weak Your mind is confused and you can't seem to speak It's just the motion, it's just the motion When the landlord is knocking and your job is losing, don't worry When the baby needs rocking and your friends are confusing, don't worry You're just feeling sea-sick, you're just feeling weak Your mind is confused and you can't seem to speak It's just the motion, it's just the motion Blown by a hundred winds, knocked down a hundred times Rescued and carried along. Beaten and hunted and torn And it's only the pain that's keeping you sane And gives you a mind to travel on Oh the motion won't leave you, won't let you remain, don't worry It's a restless wind and a sleepless rain, don't worry 'Cause under the ocean at the bottom of the sea You can't hear the storm, it's as peaceful as can be It's just the motion, it's just the motion Blown by a hundred winds, knocked down a hundred times Rescued and carried along. Beaten and hunted and torn And it's only the pain that's keeping you sane And gives you a mind to travel on Oh the motion won't leave you, won't let you remain, don't worry It's a restless wind and a sleepless rain, don't worry 'Cause under the ocean at the bottom of the sea You can't hear the storm, it's as peaceful as can be It's just the motion, it's just the motion It's just the motion, it's just the motion
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Bread and Roses 03:10
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As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they shall ne'er be free until all slavery's at an end Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too. As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days, The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes, But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.
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Green Grow the Rushes 03:33
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There’s naught but care on every hand In ever hour that passes, O What signifies the life of man If it were not for the lassies, O Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e’er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them, O When at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e’er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O Give me a cannie hour at evening My arms around me dearie, O That worldly cares and worldly men Will all go tops-el-tarry, O Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e’er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O For you sae douce, ye sneer at this Ye're nought but senseless asses, O The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e’er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O Old nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O Her apprentice hand she tried on man And then she made the lassies, O Green grow the rushes, O Green grow the rushes, O The sweetest hours that e’er I spent Are spent among the lassies, O
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Turn, Turn, Turn 04:08
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To everything Turn, Turn, Turn There is a season Turn, Turn, Turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything Turn, Turn, Turn There is a season Turn, Turn, Turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time to build up, A time to break down A time to dance, A time to mourn A time to cast away stones, A time to gather stones together To everything Turn, Turn, Turn There is a season Turn, Turn, Turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time of war, A time of peace A time of love, A time of hate A time you may embrace, A time to refrain from embracing To everything Turn, Turn, Turn There is a season Turn, Turn, Turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time to gain, A time to lose A time to rend, A time to sew A time to love, A time to hate A time of peace, I swear it's not too late
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The Highwayman 04:57
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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, When the highwayman came riding, riding, riding Yes the highwayman came riding up to the old inn door. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, He tapped with his whip at the window, but all was locked and barred; So he whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, And I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, Oh a red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. They bound the landlord's daughter, with many a sniggering jest They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast. "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say-- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; And I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! "Look for me by moonlight" The hoofbeats ringing clear "Watch for me by moonlight" Were they deaf that they did not hear? For he rode on the gypsy's highway She breathed one final breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, And it shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death. He turned; he spurred on to the west; he did not know who stood Bowed with her black hair flowing down, drenched with her own red blood. No, not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew gray to hear How the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back, he spurred like a madman, shreaking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red, his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, Oh a highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- Yes a highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
10.
Weary Blues 03:48
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Now the snow falls 'round my window But it can't chill my heart God knows it died the day you left And my dream world fell apart. Got the weary blues from waitin' Lord, I've been waitin' so long These blues have got me cryin' Sweet mamma please come home Through tears I watch young lovers As they go strollin' by When I think of things that might have been Lord forgive me if I cry Got the weary blues from waitin' Lord, I've been waitin' so long These blues have got me cryin' Sweet mamma please come home Got the weary blues from waitin' Lord, I've been waitin' so long These blues have got me cryin' Sweet mamma please come home
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My Dirty Stream 05:15
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Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear It starts high in the mountains of the north Crystal clear and icy trickles forth Just one floating wrapper of chewing gum Dropped by some hikers to warn of things to come Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear At Hudson Falls, five thousand honest hands Working daily at the GE plant Five hundred gallons of waste a day Why should we do it any other way? Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear Down the valley one million toilet chains Find my Hudson a convenient place to drain But each town and village says, "Who, me? Do you think that sewage plants come free?" Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear Out in the ocean they say the water's clear But I live on the river here Half way between the mountains and sea Tacking to and fro, this thought returns to me Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear
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My Lagan Love/Bruach an Carraige Baine 04:34

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released January 1, 2003

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Betty and the Baby Boomers New Paltz, New York

An acoustic folk quintet from New York's Hudson Valley. Folk song magazine Sing Out! described the group as “a refreshing reminder of the halcyon days of American folk music” and the CD [Tumbling Through the Stream of Days] as “an enthusiastic testament to the sheer joy of singing and playing music.” ... more

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