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James Vincent McMorrow — 'If I Had a Boat' (Live)
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April 4, 2014 -- James Vincent McMorrow performs "If I Had A Boat", live at The Paradise Rock Club in Boston, Massachusetts. James' regular drummer had to leave the tour for a few days due to a death in the family so James' tech, Scott, stepped in and played some drums during the set.
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Video Credits:
Greg Shea - Producer/Director/Camera/Editor
Antonio Oliart - Field Recording & Mixing Engineer
Nick Squire - Field Recording Engineer
Marina Argyriou -- Camera
Kiva Kuan Liu - Camera
Annie Shreffler - Camera
Andrea Wolanin -- Camera/Interviewer
For Crossroads Presents:
Kegan Harrington -- Producer
lyrics:
Golden, golden, golden river run
To the East then drop beneath the sun
And as the moon lies low and overhead
We're lost
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine
Birds play, try to find their own way
Soft clay, on your feet and under mine
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Splitting at the seams
Heaving at the brace
Sheets all billowing
Breaking of the day
Sea is not my friend
And everyone conspires
Still I choose to swim
Slip beneath the tide
Once I had a dream
Once I had a hope
That was yesterday
Not so long ago
This is not the end
This is just the world
Such a foolish thing
Such an honest girl
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Subscribe to WGBH:
FRB on twitter: @FrontRowBoston
Video Credits:
Greg Shea - Producer/Director/Camera/Editor
Antonio Oliart - Field Recording & Mixing Engineer
Nick Squire - Field Recording Engineer
Marina Argyriou -- Camera
Kiva Kuan Liu - Camera
Annie Shreffler - Camera
Andrea Wolanin -- Camera/Interviewer
For Crossroads Presents:
Kegan Harrington -- Producer
lyrics:
Golden, golden, golden river run
To the East then drop beneath the sun
And as the moon lies low and overhead
We're lost
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine
Birds play, try to find their own way
Soft clay, on your feet and under mine
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Splitting at the seams
Heaving at the brace
Sheets all billowing
Breaking of the day
Sea is not my friend
And everyone conspires
Still I choose to swim
Slip beneath the tide
Once I had a dream
Once I had a hope
That was yesterday
Not so long ago
This is not the end
This is just the world
Such a foolish thing
Such an honest girl
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
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