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A dupla caipira contemporânea Gillian Welch and David Rawlings se apresenta normalmente assim: dois violões ou violão e banjo e duas vozes.  Como toda a boa canção parece que ela fala comigo, apesar da história sobre um lavrador miserável e sua mula amada dando duro o dia inteiro não ter nada a ver comigo. "Quando o dia encomprida como ele tem encompridado esses dias" eu também me lembro do refrão dessa canção tão simples e tão tocante: "esses tempos difíceis não vão tomar conta da minha cabeça". O lavrador perdeu sua mula e já não canta mais, diz a canção, então chegou a hora de outros vozes humildes, exaustas, vivendo de vinho e lágrimas pegar os instrumentos e cantar essa canção e dançar até "tirar a poeira das rachaduras do chão".   Hard Times Gillian Welch and David Rawling There was a camp town man.  Used to plow and sing 'n he loved that mule and the mule loved him When the day got long as it does about now I'd hear him singing to his mule c...

Take me and love me if you want me. Don't ever treat me unkind 'Cause I had that trouble already And it left me with a dark turn of mind. Now I see the bones in the river And I feel the wind through the pine And I hear the shadows a-calling To a girl with a dark turn of mind. But oh ain't the nighttime so lovely to see? Don't all the night birds sing sweetly? You'll never know how happy I'll be When the sun's going down. And leave me if I'm feeling too lonely, Full as the fruit on the vine. You know some girls are bright as the morning And some have a dark turn of mind. You know some girls are bright as the morning And some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind.

That's the Way That'll Be Gilliam Welch I lost you awhile ago but still I don't know why. I can't say your name without a crow flying by. Gotta watch my back  Now t hat you turned me around Got me walking backwards into my hometown. Throw me a rope on the rolling tide. What did you want me to be? You said it's him or me. The way you made it, that's the way it will be. It was seven years on the burning shore with gatling guns and paint. Working the lowlands door-to-door like a Latter Day Saint. Then you turn me out at the top of the stairs. You took all the glory that you just couldn't share. Throw me a rope on the rolling tide. What did you want me to be? You said it's him or me. The way you made it, that's the way it will be. I've never been so disabused. Never been so mad. I've never been served anything that tasted so bad. You might need a friend any day now, any day. Oh, my brother, be careful: you are drifting away...