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  1. Dappled Grey

From the recording Something From Nothing

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Produced, Engineered, Recorded, Words and Music by Chris Williams and Steve Varney. Mastered by Steve Varney.

Lyrics

Come on in darlin, It’s cold outside
There’s firelight shadows dancing for you
Take off that heavy coat that’s weighing you down
Yesterday’s in good company
Tomorrow, I can’t even see it
Let’s steal all those second-hand fortunes that rise and fall

Smell that pine it’s burning, filling the room
Dark skies spilling dapples of grey snowflakes in bloom
Feel that bourbon cider, chasing all that ghostly chatter
Words spinning out from a phonograph
Caught in a groove that’ll never last
Let’s burn down the candles
Chase those flames into the ground

It all seemed so perfect
A moment caught in a frame
I didn’t see heaven
Hard as I tried in vain

Maybe I was dreaming
Maybe I’ll be low-down
Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I

Firelight shadows dancing
Stealing all those second chances
Hear those ghost
They’re talking to me
Spinning ‘round
I’m spinning ‘round
Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I, Maybe I
Maybe I, Maybe I,
Maybe I’ll burn down the candles
Chase’em down into the ground
Burn down the candles
Chase’em down into the ground