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SLIPPERY HILL
Words and music by Richie Reinholdt
Slippery hill of love
Sin below heaven above
Keep sliding down
Can't seem to stop
I'll never reach the top
They say true love is like a mountain
Where the faithful find a home
But the cheater never makes it
He slides back down he's left alone
I'm trying hard to make that climb
But this girl keeps giving me the sign
She's turned on her green light
There'll be some slipping and sliding tonight
Set me free turn me loose
Don't hold me back oh babe what's the use
I know I'm gonna slip again
Trapped here in this valley of pain
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Garland County
03:21
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The Last to Know
05:26
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LAST TO KNOW
Words and music by Richie Reinholdt
The walls get closer every morning
Closing in til I lay me down to sleep
The stones collect the breath of angels
Steel bars my soul to keep
Every time we'd come to town
She was always hanging around
At first it was a wink and a smile
Oh but that memory stayed with him for a while
They told me long ago
That time passes so slow
And although love needs room to grow
When lovers leave you're the last one to know
Although we courted off and on
I could never seem to hold him for long
But my need for him was to dear
To let another woman come near
So I followed their footprints from town
Leading through the snow on the ground
I heard a moan in the barn
Her flesh was melting in her arms
A deep winter's cold had chilled the land
But not as cold as the blade in my hands
Steam rolled from the blood in her chest
When I yanked my knife from her breast
Now from my cell window I can see
The short walk to my eternity
A new scaffold for me to climb aboard
And a hangman's noose for my reward
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I Dunno
03:44
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I DUNNO
Words and music by Richie Reinholdt
I dunno if the blink of an eye
Measures the time between hello and goodbye
Opaque signs beckoning us on
March in time closer to the dawn
Where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
And I dunno if collective fantasy
Is enough to set the captives free
Bound in chains shackled with remorse
Fashion slaves riding the gift horse
Where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
All these things that I can’t see unless I close my eyes tightly
If I try I can see I can see a million miles
Across the sea to a land of manic smiles
Where caustic hands are grabbing for their share
Two-fisted minds clutching at the air
Where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
All these things that I can’t see unless I close my eyes tightly
I dunno why salvation’s bought and sold
Redemption in exchange for gold
But payments of bribery alone
Won’t guarantee a place closer to the throne
Where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
I dunno if I can count how many times
I’m hypnotized by seductive rhymes
Words of love whispered soft and low
Torrid scenes in some Bali-wood show
Where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
Oh where the sun always shines and happiness is mine I dunno
credits
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Paint the Night
03:01
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PAINT THE NIGHT
Words and music by Britt Arnesen
Let’s paint the night with northern lights
Shades of green to dance across the skies
And a crescent moon to sing the lullabies
My heart writes for you, the love of my life
When you’re lost follow my north star
When you’re lonely reach out for my arms
I’m the brightest beacon in your dark
Shining out to where your frontiers are
And paint your night with northern lights
Shades of green to dance across the skies
And a crescent moon to sing the lullabies
My heart writes for you, the love of my life
As the sun marches toward spring’s day
This night, winter’s cold remains
I’m by your side an ever-burning fire
To keep you warm is all that I desire
Let's the paint the night with northern lights
Shades of green to dance across our skies
And a crescent moon to sing the lullabies
My heart writes for you, the love of my life
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Happiness
03:36
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HAPPINESS
Words and music by Richie Reinholdt
Busy lives happy hands
Current styles making plans
Washing clothes and wearing skin
Breathing out and breathing in
Happiness waits for no one
Comes and goes takes its time
Somewhere between joy and sorrow
Satisfaction draws a line
Making friends paying rent
Dinner dates money spent
Eagles fly spirits soar
Can we just have a little more
Socrates and his mom
TV dinners on the lawn
Rituals in paradise
It’s such a chore being nice
Oh, you can’t hold a memory
Without reflective history
The remainder of a smile
Only lingers for a while
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The Kiwi
04:14
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Barnacle Rock Road
02:48
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BARNACLE ROCK ROAD
Words and music by Britt Arnesen
Grandma's got a cottage by the seaside
Helped my grandpa build it age of 25
Wife of a fisherman, two boys and a plan
Theyamed that boat Happenstance
In that story Grandma told, one day on the outer coast
Three men washed ashore and a boat got crushed
Way down on Barnacle Rock Road she swears she saw their ghosts
Walking down the tideline toward the dusk
Highway 101 runs down through Bandon
Logging trucks and fishing boats and cranberries
There's hard work for an honest lad, keeps the soul from getting sad
For the young man who lost his dad
In that story Grandma told, one day on the outer coast
Three men washed ashore and a boat got crushed
Way down on Barnacle Rock Road she swears she saw their ghosts
Walking down the tideline toward the dusk
Grandma never wanted him to stay here
But he couldn't shake those sea legs, he's a mariner
He said this ain't no promised land, I feed it, it bites my hand
So he named that boat The Worried Dad
In that story Grandma told, one day on the outer coast
Three men washed ashore and a boat got crushed
Way out on Barnacle Rock Road she swears she saw their ghosts
Walking down the tideline towards the dusk
Way down on Barnacle Rock Road he can still see his father's ghost
Walking down the tideline toward his dust.
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Orcas Isle
03:00
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La Palouse
03:47
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LA PALOUSE
words and music by Britt Arnesen
Les prairies palousiennes
Cultiver du blé
Terre comme un damier
Verte ou en jachère
Croissance et sénescence
On a ou on n'a pas de chance
Les collines s'étendent
À l'infini
Aller à La Palouse, aller
Entendre l'appel du vent
La Palouse est morne quand tu n'es pas là
Aller, aller la bàs
Tu as planté beaucoup des graines
Des fleurs sauvages que j'aime
When I was dark and missing you
Elles me consolaient
Au loin, une grange
Par ici, ta mémoire
Parfois un avion
J'attends la moisson
Viens avec tes ennuis
Viens avec tes grands soucis
Viens et laisser les ici
Oublie la maladie
Croissance et sénescence
Ce n'est pas les fleurs qui me manquent
La tristesse d'être sans toi
J'attends la moisson
Britt's translation:
The Palouse prairies
Grow wheat
Landscape like a checkerboard
Green or fallow
Growth and senescence
You're lucky or not
The hills go on
To infinity
Go to the Palouse, go
Hear the call of the wind
The Palouse mourns when you're not there
Go, go there
You have planted many seeds
Of the wildflowers that I love
When I was dark and missing you
They consoled me
In the distance, a barn
Over here, your memory
Sometimes, a plane
I await the harvest
chorus
Come with your troubles
Come with your biggest worries
Come and leave them here
Forget the sickness
Growth and senescence
It's not the flowers that I miss
The sadness of being without you
I await the harvest
credits
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Britt Arnesen Missoula, montana
Britt K. Arnesen is a Montana folksinger, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and record producer. She plays in the longtime Missoula band Pinegrass. Britt is originally from Juneau, Alaska.
Britt Arnesen recommends:
Nothing We Say EP
by Courtney Hartman
I never get sick of listening. Courtney is an amazing writer. Her lyrics don't waste a single word. She could carry this whole EP with just the strength of her voice & guitar, but her band rocks too!
go to album
The Majesty of Our Broken Past
by Color Theory
Melodic and interesting music that feels good to listen to. A nice change of pace from bluegrass. =)
go to album
Cantando
by Elijah Jalil + Maria Zepeda
Missoula songwriters Maria Zepeda and Elijah Jalil have made absolute magic. I was honored to be in the room when this music was laid down by these fine old souls. It is my new favorite album!
go to albumIf you like Acousticals, you may also like:
Wealth of Sorrow
by Cahalen Morrison
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless.
go to album
Old Habits
by Kat Wallace and David Sasso
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies.
go to album
A partnership between Yep Roc and The Southern Folklife Collection, the LP features a never-before-heard live performance by Doc Watson.
go to album
