The Hurt

Lyrics

Dixie Down

Virgil Caine well it is my name
And I worked on that Danville train
‘til Stoneman’s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of ‘65
We were hungry just barely alive
By May the tenth Richmond fell
It was a time I remember ah so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went na na na...

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Virgil quick come out and see
That can’t be the Robert E. Lee
Now I don’t mind chopping wood
And I don’t care that the money’s no good
Take what you need and leave the rest
They should have never taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went na na na...

Like my father before me
I am a working man
And like my brother before me
I take a rebel stand
Eighteen proud and brave
A Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can’t raise a Caine when he’s in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went na na na...

Lyrics

The Hurt

If your hands could be like anything
They’d be like a burning flame
And if you think that you know me Boy
Well you better believe we’re not the same
Because I know who you are
And I know how little boys work
They can’t wash you in the river Boy
But they can’t wash away the hurt
They can’t wash away the hurt

And if I could just taste you Boy
I bet you taste like the sweetest cane
And if they follow you down into the trails
I’ll bet they’ll see your dust trail floating in the rain

Well he came walking down a moonlight trail
With the water by the road
And he just smiled at me as I unbuttoned down his coat
Say you got to be like me
Well then you’ll understand where they all went wrong
And he just smiled and he sang me a song
Said I know who you are and I know how little girls work
They can wash you in the river Girl but they can’t wash away the hurt
You can’t wash away the hurt

Well he came walking down the moonlight trail
With the water by the road
And he just grinned and I unbuttoned down his coat
Say you got to be like me
Well then you’ll understand where they all went wrong
And he just smiled and he sang me a song
Said I know who you are and you know I love your work
They can wash us in the river Boy but they can’t wash away the hurt
You can’t wash away the hurt

You can’t wash it away

Lyrics

Pieris

Crack in the door
Blue on the walls
Let the light shine through
The green surrounds me
And reminds me
That the white is you

The blue inside me can untie
But the heart stays true
The dent surrounds me
And reminds me
That the vein is fused

Oh the white is you
Oh the white light surrounds you

Break in the night
Creeping down
But black is few
Shadows surround me
And remind me
That none is you

Pounding recedes with broken sleeves
And I have created what I can believe

The green surrounds me
And reminds me
That the white is you

Lyrics

Speed Of Your Love

I am falling I am falling can’t stop spinning
In my mind I find a place with you
He dreams colors and textures
Silk and sheens and satin greens
Well you make me dizzy
With the speed of your love

Well here I am all alone again
Here I am with wood in my hands because I am lost
Well you look at me like you look at the others
And if you looked at me well you might discover
That I am yours
I am yours

Inside my mind I try to find
Inside I go
With a red dress she goes

Well here I am trying to recover
All I want to do is discover the speed of your love
Speed of your love
Of your love

Lyrics

Winter White

Winter White is on the rise
Roads and paths fall from the sky in flight
She wipes her heart slate from white
And he falls down down down...

Steady beating is the calm
Presence towering in a room
Fate
He wipes her eyes with her tears
And she sings la la la...

And we all fall down
Swiftly beating comes around
He inscribes her heart with white
And we all divide
Ripened winter on the rise
Well we all fall down sometimes
Sometimes

Spirits awaken sweet summertime
And I inhale your breath with mine
Thrust taste sweetly devouring
Your sound

And we all fall down
Swiftly beating comes around
He inscribes her heart with white
And we all divide
Ripened winter on the rise
Well we all fall down
We all fall

And we all fall down
Swiftly beating comes around
He inscribes our hearts with white
And we all divide
Ripened winter on the rise
Well we all fall down sometimes
Sometimes

Lyrics

Sweet Boy

I can’t right any more wrongs tonight
And I can’t put you in a song to make it feel right
The days and hours turn the moon
But you’re still the brightest star shining through

Every morning I wake up with love
Side to side from head to toe and above
You told me I might need to find someone new
But all the white in the world it couldn’t add up to be you

Hey Sweet Boy
Won’t you let me be with you
Hey my sweet boy
Just let me be with you

Oh the white falls down
On this sleepless girl’s town
Oh and without you
Is a world without light
A sky with no flight
My life without white

Hey Sweet Boy
Won’t you let me stay with you
Hey my sweet boy
I just want to be with you

I can’t fight any more wrongs tonight
Wrapped up in your love and turned white

"I can't remember exactly when Amanda came up with the concept, so it's better to ask her about its genesis.  But like the previous album, Jade, it is a project that spanned years.  Amanda is prolific, and the challenge is to keep up with her in the recording process.  Both of us approach that process as the most important thing that we do, the creation of art.  That takes a lot of care, a lot of preparation, and a lot of time.  And don’t ask me to master an album in a week.  After the long process of laying down the tracks, editing, and mixing, a few months is more like it.  I have to live with it over time and in different listening environments.  Also, ear fatigue is a real thing and has to be avoided.  Marathon mastering sessions are not where it’s at.  In any case, Amanda is in the habit of coming up with these wonderful songs with great arrangement and presentation ideas.  We always find ourselves with a backlog of material, a real treasure trove.  At some point, after Jade, and in the process of constantly recording more material, a new project coalesced, evolved, transformed, and finally came into shape. A theme--more than one theme--was running through many of the new songs.  And something was in the air anyway, the sesquicentennial of The Great American Trauma.  A lot of elements were mixing from a variety of perspectives—lovers, soldiers, slaves, farmers, politicians, abolitionists.  For years, I have taught the history of the blues, and have been increasingly involved in the pedagogy of students of African-American heritage.  I had always been infatuated with the Ken Burns' documentary and still can't watch it without crying when I hear the words of Sullivan Ballou.  I have a colleague, Dr. Marc Sable, who is an Abraham Lincoln expert.  One day my mother casually picked up a book from her sister's coffee table, a biography of Mary Todd Lincoln, and has been hooked ever since.  My association with the theatre department of my institution reminds me of the history of the Booth family.  Looking out my office window, there was an old barn whose foundation was laid by slaves.  I walk in a campus where once strode Jefferson Davis on one hand, and the anti-slavery Alexander Campbell, founder of the college on the other hand.  And the faces in the portraits of soldiers, generals, slaves, the President…  As my student and advisee, Amanda experienced all that as well.  She also felt it pouring over artifacts, documents, and photographs kept by her grandparents.  Together we researched and traveled to Civil War battle sites, and on and on.  A complicated story wove its threads throughout the project that had taken us on a journey that kept unfolding through processes of inspiration, composition, arranging, performing, recording, preparing the graphics, and everything else involved with the creation of what was to be called The Hurt.  I am not going to recite details of the story here, neither will Amanda.  The album says it all for the listener who hears." - Pandel Collaros (producer)