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by Katie Wood

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Cleopatra Cadillac Katie wood has a delicate and strong voice with wisps of a wild and surprising streak! love everything by her! her live acoustic version of black widow is stunning.
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released May 8, 2017

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Track Name: In the Desert, Tied to a Palm Tree
I get so thirsty in your arid heart.
You jump the car, but it won't start.
I'd leave by night, but you're too smart--
the leash keeps me from getting far

We're burning up our last resort.
The final fire kept us warm.
Extinguished in a sudden storm -
the more we run, the more it pours.

"Leave well enough alone."
I should never have left home.

Crawling will not get you far,
Jesus rides in faster cars.
In the desert, we don't wish on stars.
We only want what isn't ours.

The ground is dry and empty.
The leash will not restrain me.
Track Name: Across the Blue Ridge Mountains
One morning, one morning
one morning in May
I overheard a handsome man to a young girl say,
"Go dress you up, pretty lady, and come along with me
across the Blue Ridge Mountains,
to the Allegheny.

I'll by you a horse, love,
and a saddle to ride.
I'll buy myself another to ride by your side.
We'll stop at every tavern, we'll drink when we are dry.
Across the Blue Ridge Mountains
goes my lady and I."

Then out spoke a mother,
in memory was she there.
"Bright daughter, oh dear daughter!
He is a married man.
Besides, there's young men plenty
more handsome than he.
Let him take his own wife
to the Allegheny."

"But mother, oh dear mother!
He's the man of my own heart.
Wouldn't it be a dreadful thing for me and my love to part?
I'd envy every woman who e'er I did see
who crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains
to the Allegheny."

The last time I saw him
he was saddled to ride
with the lady, his darling, riding right by his side,
a-laughin' and a-singin' and e'er to be free
to cross the Blue Ridge Mountains
to the Allegheny.

They left before daybreak
on a buckskin and a roe;
past tall shivering pine trees,
where mountain birds crow.
Past our foggy window
where eyes may never see
who crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains
to the Allegheny.
Track Name: Chelsea Hotel #2
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel.
You were talking so brave and so sweet.
Giving me head on the unmade bed
while the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons
that was New York
we were running for the money and the flesh
and that was called love to the workers in song;
probably still is, to those of them left.

But you got away,
didn't you babe?
You just turned your back on the crowd.
You got away
I never once heard you say,
"I need you." I don't need you.
I need you. "I don't need you."
And all of that driving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel.
You were famous
your heart was a legend.
You told me again
you preferred handsome men,
but for me, you would make an exception.

And clenching your fists
for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
you fixed yourself and said,
"Well, nevermind. We are ugly, but we have the music."

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best.
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel -- that's all. I don't think of you that often.