Sample Tracks from the With River CD:

Track List for With River:

Wayfaring Stranger (traditional) [lyrics]
Army of the Lost (Colin Carthen, Philip Rodriguez) [lyrics]
Six Feet Deep (Philip Rodriguez)
Far Distant View (Colin Carthen) [lyrics]
Something About This Mountain (Philip Rodriguez, Colin Carthen) [lyrics]
Things You Are Forgetting (Colin Carthen)
Hold You in My Heart (Philip Rodriguez)
Can't Find My Way Home (Steve Winwood)
I Threw it All Away (Bob Dylan)
Mother's Not Dead (Charlie Monroe)
Black Wind Blowing (Billy Bragg, Woody Guthrie)
One Minute Gone (Colin Carthen, Philip Rodriguez)

In addition to vocals, this CD includes acoustic guitars, violin, mandolin, bass guitar, percussion, all performed and recorded by Philip Rodriguez and Colin Carthen.

Lyrics:

Something About This Mountain

Something about this mountain
She keeps her secrets deep inside
Something about this mountain
She dreams of love and lust and life
Prays her soul redeems the night
Something about this mountain just can’t lie.

Something about this mountain
Makes him drink until he’s blind
Something about this mountain
Where the demons choose to hide
Where his fear keeps watch inside
Something about this mountain just can’t hide.

Sometimes we know lonely
Sometimes we know sad
Sometimes we wish only
For that love we once had
Red tail angels circle high
Dream of wind and wing to ride
Something about this mountain just can’t lie.

Something about this mountain
Takes your spirit to the sky
You go dancing with the four winds
Watch the day lay down to die
Fallen star across the sky
Something about this mountain shines inside.

Sometimes we know lonely
Sometimes we know sad
Sometimes we wish only
For that love we once had
Red tail angels circle high
Dream of wind and wing to ride
Something about this mountain just can't lie.
Something about this mountain just can't hide.

Copyright 2006 by Philip Rodriguez and Colin Carthen

Wayfaring Stranger (Traditional)

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to see my father
Going there no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I know dark clouds gather ‘round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Beauteous fields lie there before me
Where all the saints their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
Going there no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I'm going there to see my brother
Going there no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to see my Savior
Going there no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

Army of the Lost

By Colin Carthen and Philip Rodriguez

Joey, come out to play
I need a friend to take away all this pain
You and me, we are the same
We are the army of the lost
Jumping from the rooftops in the park.

And we're jumping from the rooftops
Jumping from the rooftops
Jumping from the rooftops
In the park.

Let's go down to the old rope swing
I want to show you what it's like in the rain
When you've got no place to go,
‘Cause it's colder at home
You think that you know, but you're lost in your own back yard.

Joey, come out to play
I need a friend to take away all this pain
You and me, we are the same
We are the army of the lost
Jumping from the rooftops in the park.

And we're jumping from the rooftops
Jumping from the rooftops
Jumping from the rooftops
In the park.

Copyright 2006 by Colin Carthen and Philip Rodriguez

Far Distant View

I wasn't made for this town
I've got dreams as big and wide as the sea
I went traveling to the mountains and I echoed down
This town wasn't made for me.

I wasn't made for this town
All you people are concerned with just making money
I went traveling to the ocean and I anchored down
This town wasn't made for me.

You can have your Bible
And your wicked eyes too
You can have your Sunday shirt
And your absent god
And your far distant view.

I wasn't made for this town
I've got dreams as big and wide as the sea
I went traveling to the mountains and I echoed down
This town wasn't made for me.

Copyright 2006 by Colin Carthen