Slate Valley Demos

by Peter Linwood

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released April 11, 2014

cover photo credit: Annie Parham

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Peter Linwood Vermont

I am a singer-songwriter from the Philadelphia suburbs, recently relocated to southern Vermont. I am willing to play just about anywhere, and an avid open-mic attendee. Enjoy these rough recordings and stay tuned for some new material and show dates in the near future. Thanks! ... more

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Track Name: The Way It's Always Been
You're holding in your peace of mind
You hope to god that it don't find a way out
Your satisfaction comes and goes
but every now and then you're left with no doubt

You say the wheels of the weaker you keep turnin'
and the fields of distraction keep on burnin'
and you can't help but watch as you're returnin'
to the way it's always been.

There's an evil wind a-blowin' strong
you always seem to think you're wrong for hidin'
I don't blame you, babe, but I'm a seed
and that evil wind's the breeze that I've been ridin'

You tell me that you ain't no match for mornin'
that your mind is like a cage that you were born in
that the themes of all your thousand dreams are worn in
and that's the way it's always been.

My imitation artistry
could never do the work of being honest
and I imagine foolishly
that what I sing could carry you beyond this.

But the wheels of the weaker you keep turnin'
and the fields of distraction keep on burnin'
It's alright, there's comfort in returnin'
to the way it's always been.
Track Name: Tarrow's End
Young Thomas Tarrow ain't young no more
He's died on the railroad and gone to the Lord
Just twenty-one years and a brakeman four
He was taken too early to tell

At White River Junction in the Green Mountain State
He left his poor mother in '78
He soon joined the rail boys, it was ever his fate
To die in but four years time

Proud, young Tom Tarrow, he traveled the line
With a hip flask of whiskey and a bottle of wine
A young man and true ain't afraid of dyin'
When the women are fine and fair

High afternoon near Brattle hill
The freight makin' 80 and pushin' it still
Wild Tom Tarrow was soon to be killed
Thrown from a railroad car

The Tarrow boy and his trusted friend
Leaned out to see 'round the valley bend
The train met the turn with Tarrow's end
He was pushed by the hand of Fate
Track Name: County Chester
Down in County Chester's home
It's all I've got to call my own
Painted white for fifty years
It speaks to me and no one hears

No one hears me when I call
Save for shingle roof and wall
Where O where will my home be
when this one's taken 'way from me?

Down in County Chester's wood
I'm lettin' go, I know I should
Painted white for far too long
They'll paint it o'er the day I'm gone

Oh to feel my heart rise
Sun beam warm in my eyes
Down where cold water lies
I'll find a home that never dies

Down in County Chester's home
It's all I've got to call my own
Painted white for fifty years
It speaks to me and no one hears

No one hears the creaking wood
Save for me, nobody could
Where oh where will my home be
when this one's taken 'way from me?