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The Barn Birds

by Jonathan Byrd and Chris Kokesh

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1.
you look at me; I look at you we used to be birds navigating the night together You come to me; I come to you we used to be birds calling out in the sky for each other Now here we are and no one knows we used to be birds It's all there in the hinge of your hand, in the way we turn did you ever wonder why you looked to the sky to find me I looked for you, too, then one day I knew we used to be birds you dance with me; I dance with you we used to be birds here's a sweet little song to remind us you say my name; I say your name we used to be birds on a branch in the night for the lovers to find us Now here we are and no one knows we used to be birds It's all there in the hinge of my hand, in the way we turn did you ever wonder why you looked to the sky to pray for me I prayed for you, too, then one day I knew we used to be birds
2.
Hazel Eyes 02:59
Hazel eyes turn the night into a tourmaline open wide the iris night around you Hazel eyes, earth and vine, the made and maker take your time, tell me why I found you Rolling stone, how do I know you mean what you say? Bolder now, holding out your august hand, your august hand Hazel eyes, paper lights, myth and cymbal the story's ours, tell me now how it goes
3.
One night at a time, babe, is how most men work. You go lovin on the wrong one and you're bound to get hurt. I'm a one woman man, babe. I'll treat you right if you've had enough makin love one night at a time. You're a real sweet talker, but talk is cheap. Don't make no promises that you can't keep. If you wanna love me, I don't mind. But if you want my heart, you've got to start one night at a time. One night at a time- hey, how 'bout tonight? We can have one dance and a little romance, if the feelin's right. And in the mornin, we just might find we're ready for a little bit more, one night at a time. I'm a long haul man, not a one-night stand. Hey cowboy, we ain't even danced. I'll walk the talk, babe. I'll toe the line. Walk before you run. Let's have some fun one night at a time. One night at a time- hey, how 'bout tonight? We can have one dance and a little romance, if the feelin's right. And in the mornin, we just might find we're ready for a little bit more, one night at a time. We can work our way to a wedding day, one night at a time. Don't make no plans, you can be my man, one night at a time.
4.
Love me in the light of day Don’t try to hide your heart away We both know you don’t have to go Won’t you stay and love me in the light of day Love me, where we can see Don’t try to hide your eyes from me If what you feel is really real Won’t you stay and love me in the light of day Don’t leave it locked up like a secret the way you keep it, even from me Don’t be afraid of the love we’ve made Won’t you stay and love me in the light of day Don’t leave it locked up like a secret the way you keep it, even from me We both know you don’t have to go Won’t you stay and love me in the light of day
5.
let's paint the town blue, now I'm losin you I don't know why you couldn't be true tomorrow I'll have to bid you adieu oh darlin, tonight, let's paint the town blue all of the things we used to do we'd paint the town red, when our love was new we were borrowin time, but we never knew now payment is due, Iet's paint the town blue just one more time, let's see the night through if we can't make love, we'll have to make do let's put on the dog, like we used to do oh darlin, tonight, let's paint the town blue let's paint the town blue, now I'm losin you I don't know why you couldn't be true tomorrow I'll have to bid you adieu but darlin tonight, let's paint the town blue
6.
Maureen 03:10
Maureen, the sky's full of stars, like holes in a screen. I know you're in there, Maureen. Come to me. Maureen, jasmine and pine, like perfume on the breeze. I know you're in there, Maureen. Come to me. Now I'm burning, out on the dry ponderosa in flames, and you're raining, only one lonesome valley away. Don't leave me this way. Maureen, my heart beats so hard, like it's trying to get free. I know you're in there, Maureen. Come to me.
7.
Do you ever wanna stone me? Do you ever think you're all grown up? If you ever get lonely, I'm close enough to touch, close enough to touch. Deep cover on a dark night can't take away all my love. Behind the clouds, I'm a satellite, close enough to touch, close enough to touch. Can you hear me? Can you feel me lovin you, lovin' you? Can I turn it off? Can I ever stop lovin you, lovin' you? There's a ghost on the telephone. Will it ever be good enough? There's a voice on the radio, close enough to touch, close enough to touch. I got my heart tied up with twine, a bandana with all my stuff, a red hawk in the western sky close enough to touch, close enough to touch.
8.
Desert Rose 03:02
Our love is a desert rose. Sometimes it hides. Sometimes it shows. But it's always there and it always grows. Our love is a desert rose. Some people only see the desert as rocks and thorns and tumbleweeds, but underneath is life so tender just waiting there patiently. Our love is a desert rose. Sometimes it hides. Sometimes it shows. But it's always there and it always grows. Our love is a desert rose. Some people see us out together. They think our time has come and gone. We know our love's alive as ever. Deep underground, the roots are strong. Our love is a desert rose. Sometimes it hides. Sometimes it shows. But it's always there and it always grows. Our love is a desert rose.
9.
It's too late to call it a night. All this time, I've been lost in your eyes. Why don't you stay? We can finish the wine. It's too late to call it a night. Is it just you and me? When did everyone leave? Look at us, like we knew how good this could be. My, oh my, would you look at the time? Honey, its too late to call it a night. Is that light in the sky the sun coming up? Could it be? Do you believe that we're falling in love? My, oh my, would you look at the time? Honey, its too late to call it a night.
10.
It's eight o'clock and the neighbors are knockin' to give us a ride to church. If we lay quiet, maybe they'll buy it. I think this plan could work. I hear 'em leavin, get under the sheets and celebrate good news! The best way to spend Sunday's loving you. Baking the biscuits and making the fixin's in your birthday suit. Frying up bacon you might wear an apron. It's the safest thing to do. If you want coffee, get your hands off me. Honey, one lump or two? The best way to spend Sunday's loving you. Hear the church bells ringing. The sun shines down from up above. I hear the choir singing, "Hallelujah, God is love." It's five to eleven, and I'm in heaven with you at home alone. Let's get to the neighbor's and pick some tomatoes before they get back home. We'll make it out of town with a blanket on the ground by the time the preachin's through. The best way to spend Sunday's loving you.
11.
Hey baby, I've got a question. I'm looking at the moon. If it's the same there as it is here, does she look lonely to you? The closest thing I've got to love is under these turning wheels, this one warm line, a night-blooming vine, a thing we both can feel. Lay your hands on the highway. Look up at the moon. I'm sending all my love babe, rolling on to you. There's nothing above the speed of love, so put that pedal down. Sometime tonight, when you get tired, stop and touch the ground. Don't go so fast in the Yellowhead pass. Send your love to Decarie. My hands are bare. I'm kneeling there for the love you send to me. Lay your hands on the highway. Look up at the moon. I'm sending all my love babe, rolling on to you.

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preproduction in the Sokol's barn in Sisters, Oregon
recorded at Blue Rock in Wimberley, Texas.
Engineer: Keith Gary
Mixed at John Keane Studios in Athens Georgia by John Keane
Mastered by Brent Lambert at Kitchen Mastering in Carrboro, North Carolina
photography by Rodney Bursiel

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released December 1, 2012

Jonathan Byrd, guitars and vocals
Chris Kokesh, guitars, fiddle, and vocals

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Jonathan Byrd Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Preacher's kid, Gulf War veteran, award-winning songwriter, Youtuber, teacher, and creativity coach from North Carolina.

“One of the top 50 songwriters of the last 50 years. ” — Chicago Tribune

“...a folk singer with the heart of a rock 'n' roll band.” — K. Oliver, Free Times.
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