{"id":47,"date":"2011-09-09T15:48:56","date_gmt":"2011-09-09T15:48:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/garnetrogers.com\/site\/?page_id=47"},"modified":"2019-12-14T18:59:46","modified_gmt":"2019-12-14T23:59:46","slug":"album-night-drive","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/garnetrogers.com\/?page_id=47","title":{"rendered":"Album: Night Drive"},"content":{"rendered":"

Preview and Download tracks or the entire album at<\/strong>:\u00a0Bandcamp<\/a><\/p>\n

\"\"1. Jesus and Elvis 4:24
\n2. Never So Lonely 5:49 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n3. Seeds of Hope (The Last March) 4:31 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n4. Roman Coin 5:08 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n5. Corrina, Corrina 5:44
\n6. Love’s Been Linked to the Blues 3:42
\n7. Phone Booth 5:10 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n8. Colliertown 5:11 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n9. Golden Fields 7:30 (lyrics<\/a>)
\n10. Borealis 2:15
\n11. Night Drive 9:49 (lyrics<\/a>)<\/p>\n


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\u00a91996 Snowgoose<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE ALBUM<\/strong>
\n“stunning…Night Drive will be remembered as one of the most important songs of the decade” Sing Out<\/p>\n

“Garnet is a master of delivery, and knows how to pick and pen songs to deliver. True, some are loud and electric – especially Colliertown. But some are soft and gentle (Corrinna Corrinna) and some are downright brilliant… This may be the best GR album so far, but be prepared for a bit more volume than last time.” Jack Cole, Old Chestnuts Song Circle Newsletter<\/p>\n

Night Drive is a remarkable achievement for a musician known for his passionate, powerful performances, his profound and moving Iyrics, his amazing voice, and his stellar musicianship. The recording weaves through a provocative combination of tunes that cut to the bone – emotionally and musically .<\/p>\n

Night Drive features the talents of a number of exceptional artists, including guitarists Dan Achen (Junkhouse), and Duke Levine (Mary Chapin Carpenter) and singer David Sereda. Although most of the tunes are Rogers’ own the recording features covers of songs by Greg Brown and David Olney. The highlight of the release is the title track and its companion piece, Golden Fields.<\/p>\n

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\nNever So Lonel<\/strong>y<\/p>\n

Tommy swung a brush hook for the county all last year
\nNow he sits in some dark pool hall,
\nPulling on a long necked beer
\nOn one hand’s tattooed the word””
\nOn the other hand there is “hate”
\nHe lights a smoke and rubs the scars on his knuckles<\/p>\n

His wife is living here on borrowed time
\nShe needs a place to call her own
\nTommy’s out; she can’t stay here
\nWhere she once called home
\nThe marks of his “too-perfect” love are a shadow on her face
\nShe shakes and waits beside him in the darkness<\/p>\n

Never felt so lonely as when lying in his bed
\nThe fear that lay between them
\nThe brutal words he’d said
\nNo more of flinching from his hands
\nNo more of living with this fear
\nShe’s bought her ticket, she’s made her plans
\nHe’s not worth another tear<\/p>\n

She says she knows it’s wrong
\nBut while he’s gone she sometimes misses him
\nThe feeling comes too often
\nStays too long, like phantom pain from a missing limb
\nShe knows she’s safer on her own
\nThank God there were no kids
\nBut had there been she till would
\nFind a way to leave him<\/p>\n

Morning can’t come too soon for her
\nShe’s up before the dawn
\nTiptoes past him, locks his door
\nWaits out on the lawn
\nShe looks back at the silent house
\nAs the windows start to glow
\nAnd with her finger writes “Good-bye”
\nupon his windshield<\/p>\n

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\nSeeds of Hope<\/strong>
\nMusic: David Tamulevich, Lyrics: Garnet Rogers<\/em><\/p>\n

Take my hand and we will walk together
\nTake my hand you will not walk alone
\nTake my hand, this night won’t last forever
\nWe’ll harvest seeds of hope we’ve sown<\/p>\n

In your eyes I see you feel uncertain
\nIn your eyes I see you feel alone
\nIn your eyes I see your heart is hurting
\nYou long for rest and hope and home<\/p>\n

Dry your eyes there is an end to sorrow
\nDry your eyes there is an end to night
\nDry your eyes and we will shake this sorrow
\nThe dark will run before the light<\/p>\n

And so as season follows season
\nThere is no love no prayer in vain
\nThe hardest heart still looks for reason
\nAs the driest earth still welcomes rain<\/p>\n

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\nRoman Coin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Last night of the turning year
\nI walked a snowbound hill
\nThe sun’s last rays not yet burned away
\nThe sky was cold and still
\nAnd the moon shown like a Roman coin
\nSilver worn and bent
\nI have no tears now left to cry
\nMy tears have all been spent<\/p>\n

Wild geese resting in a field of hay
\nThey preen and stretch their wings
\nFeathered beasts, the softest grey
\nLike willows in the spring
\nWatch them rise and take to wing
\nGiving voice in the evening air
\nAh, my eyes feel the sudden sting
\nOf tears I swore weren’t there<\/p>\n

Tears of sorrow, tears of rage
\nThat’s all there is; there is no more
\nTears for the hand in farewell raised
\nAnd the closing of the door<\/p>\n

Where are you this winter night?
\nGod keep you from all harm
\nMay the wind that blows to you this night
\nFind you safe and warm
\nMay your eyes always turn to morning
\nIn some place you call your home
\nMay your dreams all come to flower
\nMay you find love of your own<\/p>\n

I turned my collar to the rising wind
\nI turned my steps to home
\nSoft footfall behind me then
\nI did not walk alone
\nA small warm hand slipped into mine
\nTwo eyes raised to my own
\nAnd the fairest flower of womankind
\nStood by to lead me home<\/p>\n

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\nPhone Booth <\/strong><\/p>\n

How many times has he picked up the phone
\nTo call her, when he’s had too much to drink at night?
\nWhisky singing in his veins,
\nHe dials her number once again
\nIn the ghostly phone booth light
\nHe hears her phone ring through the static
\nShe picks it up and says, “hello”
\nAnd with shaking hands and pounding heart
\nHe asks her again, “why do we have to be apart this way?”<\/p>\n

He hears her silence, then she clears her throat
\nAnd while he finds the bottle hidden in his coat
\nShe says, “you know we’ve been through this before.”
\nThe silence grows, moments pass
\nHis fear has clouded up the glass
\nInside the phone booth door
\nTonight his words won’t go the distance
\nHe had so much he meant to say
\nThey listen to each other breathe
\nThen she finally speaks and says
\n“I had to leave, you know it’s best this way.”<\/p>\n

He’s fighting for some words to say
\nSome perfect phrase to win her back
\nOr sway her to her side
\nStill the silence grows, it fills the phone
\nAnd it chills him to his very bones,
\nAnd leaves him with no pride
\n“Does it not matter that I love you?
\nDon’t you love me anymore?”
\nShe takes a breath and then says, “no,
\nI used to; that was long ago.
\nDon’t call her anymore.”<\/p>\n

He bows his head, replaces the receiver
\nTrying hard not to believe there’s no hope anymore
\nAnd he waits until his fears have passed
\nHis forehead pressed up against the glass
\nAnd then he opens up the door
\nAnd the nightwind greets him like a lover;
\nHer cold fingers brush up against his cheek
\nThen she chases papers down the street
\nPast doorways, where lovers meet
\nAnd huddle in the night
\nThen he puts one hand up against the wall
\nAnd drains the whiskey
\nTrying not fall on his stupid face
\nAnd the wind it makes a mocking sound
\nAcross the bottle’s mouth
\nAs he stumbles down to watch the river race
\nIn his heart he knows she loves him
\nIf he could only make her see
\nWith his sleeve he wipes his streaming eyes;
\nFinds a quarter; he’ll give it one more try
\nTo make her see the light.<\/p>\n

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\nColliertown<\/strong><\/p>\n

My family got lucky
\nThey escaped from this place
\nThis poor tired town
\nWith its poor haggard face
\nThe hills rise around me
\nThey threaten and frown
\nLife no parole here
\nIn Colliertown<\/p>\n

The mine and the tower
\nStand as symbols of greed
\nWho would feed upon hunger?
\nWho would feed upon need?
\nWho would build families’ futures
\non such treacherous ground?
\nYou’re just profit and loss here
\nIn Colliertown<\/p>\n

At the courthouse they gather
\nAnd they wait in a line
\nFor some kind of justice
\nFor those who died in the mine
\nThe cameras flash brightly
\nAn explosion of stars
\nThe owners cover their faces
\nAnd they run for their cars.
\nThe lawyers talk smoothly
\nFor the six o’clock news
\nHere in Colliertown
\nOnly the innocent lose.<\/p>\n

They closed down the courtroom
\nNobody knows why
\nMen’s faces darken
\nThey try not to cry<\/p>\n

I stood by the foundation of my grandfather’s barn
\nI looked down the valley
\nAt the quiet green farms
\nThe sweet flowing river, as it gently runs down
\nNo sins washed away here
\nIn Colliertown<\/p>\n

So my family got lucky
\nThey escaped from this place
\nThis poor tired town
\nWith its poor haggard face
\nThe ghosts of the fallen
\nThey still wander around
\nWaiting for justice
\nIn Colliertown<\/p>\n

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\nGolden Fields<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where the dark pines dwindle
\nAnd the plains begin
\nThe highway stretches out like it’ll never end
\nSee it shine and beckon
\nLike a band of steel
\nRunning into the shadows of these golden fields<\/p>\n

Rain falls in sunlit curtains
\nFar across the land
\nClouds cast their shadows on the hills
\nLike the shape of God’s hand
\nSmell of rain and sweetgrass
\nfresh earth from the plow
\nDark furrows revealed
\nThe gulls look like angels
\nAbove these golden fields<\/p>\n

I was but a boy here
\nTwenty years a go
\nStaring out this window
\nAt this same dark road
\nHeard the night wheel whisper
\nHeard the whine of the wheels
\nFelt all the lure and mystery
\nOff these golden fields<\/p>\n

Small towns pass slowly
\nTo the left and the right
\nCities glow like embers
\nScattered in the night
\nI’m lost in remembering
\nWhat the years cannot heal
\nGone now forever
\nFrom these golden fields<\/p>\n

Whisky in my coffee
\nCigarette in your hand
\nDistant voices haunt us
\nOn the radio band
\nWatching for the morning
\nYour hands upon the wheel
\nWe are young forever
\nIn these golden fields<\/p>\n

I stopped the car this morning
\nTo give my eyes a rest
\nHeard the night wind falter
\nStand still, try to hold its breath
\nNo lure now, no mystery
\nNo secret revealed
\nJust the cry of the nightbirds
\nAbove these golden fields<\/p>\n

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<\/a>
\nNight Drive<\/strong>
\nYellowhead highway<\/em><\/p>\n

How bright the stars
\nHow dark the night
\nHow long have I been sleeping?
\nSleep overtook me on my westward flight
\nHeld me in its keeping
\nI had a dream; it seemed so real
\nIts passing left me shaking
\nI saw you’re here behind the wheel
\nOn this very road I’m taking<\/p>\n

Hurtling westward through the prairie night
\nUnder the spell of motion
\nYour eyes were clear and bright in the dashboard light
\nDreaming of the western ocean
\nThe dusty towns left far behind
\nMountains drawing ever nearer
\nYour face was then as it was tonight
\nEver young
\nEver clearer<\/p>\n

I know this road
\nAnd its every curve
\nWhere the hills commence their climbing
\nWe rested here
\nIf my memory serves
\nThe northern lights were shining
\nYou lit a smoke
\nWe shared some wine
\nWe watched the sky in wonder
\nYour laughter echoes after all this time
\nIn that high and wild blue yonder<\/p>\n

I don’t know why I write these lines
\nIt’s not like I could send you the letter
\nIt’s that I love your more after all this time
\nIt’s that I wish I’d shown you better
\nYears have slipped
\nBeneath my wheels
\nDwindling in my rear view mirror
\nAs time has passed
\nYour life has seemed less real
\nBut these night drives bring you nearer<\/p>\n

So tonight I’ll wish upon these stars
\nAs they rise upward to guide me
\nThat I’ll see you here just as you are
\nNow, as then, beside me
\nScares me how the years have flown
\nLike the leaves drift in September
\nThey’ve lost sight of you as your legacy’s grown
\nBut this road and I
\nWe remember<\/p>\n

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