Long years of trials, long years of sorrow Parched as a desert, cold to the bone Now I can’t stay in this wasteland no longer…
Lately my thoughts have been caught up in winding ‘Round a question that’s tickling the back of my mind: Out of billions of souls on…
Lui Collins Lui – vocals, guitar Dana – vocals, mandolin Driving slow in dark of night Eye on the moon softly aglow I find contentment…
Pat Humphries Lui – vocals, guitar Dana – harmony vocals, mandolin Andrew – acoustic bass We are living neath the great big dipper, we are…
Lui Collins Spring has gotten into the creek It runs higher today even than twenty-four hours ago Tumbling noisily over rock in the old mill…
I learned this song from my Mom, who learned it from the radio when she was three years old. When the red red robin comes…
Lui Collins The creek has spread herself wide and she’s singing her way on down to the falls pouring over and around rocks filling and…
Patty Griffin Lui: vocal, guitar; Anand: bass, banjo, electric guitar, harmony vocals; Scott: brush kit It’s not far, I can walk down the block to…
Lui Collins Standing on this precipice again and yet again I check – recheck – the balance of these new attachments to my scapulae When…
Lui Collins Lui: vocal, guitar; Anand: bass, guitar, mandolin, harmony vocal; Keith: harmony vocal; Rose: accordion; Scott: cajon Step into the water, feel the current…
Lui Collins With apologies to any horticulturists, who will have immediately recognized that the plant described is not astilbe at all – it’s actually a…
Lui Collins Images from the movie The Red Violin haunted me for weeks, inspiring the writing of this song, a re-telling of the making of…
Lui Collins Road weary, I make the last turn into the familiar dirt driveway and roll on down to the little house that stands at…
Lui Collins Lui: vocal, guitar; Anand: bass, electric guitar; Keith: piano Got a mailbox full of letters, daffodils brighten my lawn I saw bougainvillea bloom…
Sometimes the panic of the emptiness roars so loud in my ears I could turn on the radio, the TV the vacuum cleaner the blender…
Written in and for the Oberlin Village Cemetery, a freed slave graveyard in Raleigh, North Carolina. Thanks to Bill Padgett for taking me there.
Lui Collins You stood before the world climbed right up there on your soapbox said your piece made your mark and now you wonder that…
Lui Collins Lui: vocal; Anand: shaker Frozen in the stillness of a bitter heart The words come hot and hateful, when they ever come at…
Lui Collins For the students at May Street Elementary School, Hood River, Oregon. Lui: banjo; Anand: bass, guitar, mandolin; Larry: banjo ———————————- Banjo tuning: double…
Lui Collins The woods are damp. The stream flows sluggish with fallen leaves. At the trail’s turning the smell of balsam hangs heavy in the…
Lui Collins Lui: vocal, banjo; Anand: bass, mandolin; Dana: guitar What I would wish to say to you be mindful with me please Don’t give…
Cheryl Wheeler Lui: vocal, guitar; Anand: bass, electric guitar, mandolin, slide guitar, harmony vocal; Rose: accordion. See Cheryl’s website www.cherylwheeler.com for background on the song…
Lui Collins I wrest my joy in brief moments from among the hours of life’s cruelty Like a quick breath in a dark and strident…
Lui Collins You have given me the melody as it poured forth from my heart You have blessed me with the meter as it beat…
Lui Collins In the valley towns, crocus forsythia and daffodil confidently declare the arrival of spring. Not so up in these hills I love. My…