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Skeeter
04:22
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Skeeter left one broken night in 1989
He tossed a Jim Beam bottle at the city limits sign
In a stolen car with a wad of cash heading towards the dawn
Fortified by holy pills his road goes on and on
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Skeeter’s going home tonight one way or another
He’s calling up all of his imaginary lovers
Dialing wrong numbers bending strangers' ears
Pleading amnesty for all his wasted years
Dad awoke to the slamming of the rusty screen door
Mama found her empty jewely box on the floor
Too late to try and stop him there's no time for regrets
The only thing he’s looking for is how to forget
Those Dallas nights keep creeping back in waves of tragedy
Was it Jane or Marylou the face he always sees
The dampness of her tears yanks his memory chain
Another stolen heart along with all her pocket change
Skeeter’s taking refuge where the dirty laundry hides
Serenaded on the couch to the buzzing of the flies
While moon beams dance through broken windows something calls him home
The sleeping vagabond takes his final ride alone
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Lupines
03:17
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She's the nectar of a brand new flower
A summer that they thought would never end
A two-lane highway through a river valley
Setting sun just around the bend
Picking lupines, purple lupines
She always loved lupines the best
She looked right through them and started blooming
Put 'em in a jar with the rest
It's the dawn of a brand new morning
The horizon is a lupine-covered band
Her love's still captive up in that tower
The rescue never goes to plan
He brings her lupines, purple lupines
She always loved lupines the best
She looked right through them and started blooming
Put 'em in a jar with the rest
She's the music, any kind she chooses
Half the time she's mumbling to herself
Can't bear the truth, no, and can't dispute it
Can't take a memory down from the shelf
Of picking lupines, purple lupines
She always loved lupines the best
She looked right through them and started blooming
Put 'em in a jar with the rest
Oh put 'em in a jar with the rest
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3. |
Got Your Back
03:39
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GOT YOUR BACK
Words and music by Britt Arnesen
A memory that you could fly
Spreads its folded wings
It's been so long since you dared try
Your pockets are full of dreams
But Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
I'm working on a time machine
To find the movies that I've never seen
The promises I couldn't keep
Oh the saint I cannot be
But Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
If winter chills you to the bone
My hands are always warm
I'll shovel all the driveway snow
And start soup on the stove
Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
If nightmares come and tell you lies
Don't toss and turn
I'll play your favorite lullabies
Until the dawn returns
Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
The wiser folks they tell us so
Hard times will come and go
Through it all our love just grows
I know it's built to last
Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
But Babe I got your back
Whatever you need I want you to have
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
Any time you're troubled just ask
I got your back
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Crybaby
03:07
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words and music by Britt Arnesen
CRYBABY
You’ve been crying big baby tears
And I’ve been trying not to cover my ears
Sit in the corner go on fuss and sulk
See how well that works for you boy
I’m all warmed up and ready for
You to pick yourself up off the floor
Spouting nonsense kicking open doors
You don’t like your dinner
Just throw it on the floor
Whine and wailing like a foghorn loud
The upstairs neighbors are getting out
When you come to try and make it right
We’ll talk it over go on apologize
And take your hundredth second chance
You’re lucky I love you now go to bed
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5. |
Man On My Moon
05:23
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Fall Slow
04:16
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Words and music by Britt Arnesen
FALL SLOW
Fall slow shooting star
Burn low burn hot
Wherever you are
Leave me with a tender kiss
And the hope for a thousand more like it
Our worlds part up ahead
Some day maybe I'll go home with you instead
Fall slow shooting star
Burn low burn hot
Wherever you are
Take a stroll in the sunset glow
Take my hand and hold it close
No need to say what's on our minds
We've seen the stardust in each other's eyes
Fall slow shooting star
Burn low burn hot
Wherever you are
Night by night day by day
Loving miles and days away
When I wake with a song
Give me daydreams to hold in my arms
Fall slow shooting star
Burn low burn hot
Wherever you are
Fall slow shooting star
Burn low burn hot
Wherever you are
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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 Two-Lane Highway, 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
