Blacky Ranchette Burning Desire Lucienda Williams - sings Howe - sings, guitar Bob Soto - lead guitar Steve Wendling - bass Neil Harry - pedal steel Tom Larkins - drums Tired of living a life unfulfilled Tired of searching too long I hurt from all the time i might Have killed, following my heart way too long And all the pieces come a tumblin' down And bury the original desire Chorus The shelter of love Now lets all the rain in And dampens my burning desire Chorus Burning Desire has led me astray Have I followed my heart too long? When everythinbg I've loved has all slipped away And all that was right has gone wrong Burning Desire in the form o f a woman with a touch like an angel and eyes of fire When the time comes to give up All you've let in You'll have to give up the desire SAGE ADVICE Howe - Hotel Key on guitar, sings Cantrell - sings Paco "Wolftung" Paycheck - slide mister Bridget Keating - violin gypsy wisp Tom Larkins - drums and phantom "Kick" and introducing Randy McReynolds - bass Son let me tell, I've got something to say And don't confuse me with some lonely man Trying to be nice, these words I give ya Can take you a far away ... Sage Advice, Like my teacher taught me. So I'll Leave to you like it was written On the original burning page I've only ever spoken it aloud twice ... And once was in a rage ... Sage Advice, Ahhh, we can burn Chorus Ahh, we can turn We struggle to live, we live to love ... but if we fall to learn. A blackened tree decides to save me. Up I climb unto branches entwined. A scream. A scare. "Is anyone else still out there?" You can call it a dream, whatever it may seem, A hallucination derived from too much wine, Rage and spice. But I keep it with all my things ... Sage Advice. Chorus Now you can cry over th loss of a women ... Or a house absent of children, you can cry if your cupboard's devoid of bread, Milk and rice. You can cry, cry, cry. Or you can Hold, your head up high ... With Sage Advice. DREAMVILLE, NEW MEXICO Old Man Howe - sings, guitar Stev W. - Bass Bob - guitar Neel - steel Tom - drums Last night I had a dream I was standing up With on e hand on the wheel of a 1970 white convertible cadillac. My other hand was on my big black, 5 inch brim, restistol hat. And my brother was a racing me on his mare. My brother don't ride so I know it was a dream, We were kicking up gravel everywhere. Where? In Dreamville, New Mexico. Turn on your Radio. Turn on your Radio. They're playing new fashion western with that old fashion hardcore. They play both ways here in Dreamville, Good AND loud, and none of that M.O.R. where??? Dreamville, New Mexico. STILL TOO FAR Duane Jarvis - Mandolin Howe -sings, guitar Savouring the shimmering locket tucked deep in hip ocket. Minimal mountain rips the sky like a rocket. ...And the town lies four lakes away little or nothing deliberately spoken. The ravage of the skin needs no prvokin'. It was easier to breathe before all this chokin'. ...And the water is sad those that used to sip now turn away. And there is love or some kind of. Upon the union, they drop the cloth lay untended for fly and moth. Scent and juices fill the eyes and mouth ...And love is absolute until it goes away Earth as engine spins a churning The soul keeps an eye out While the hearts learning Which eye blinks while eternity's turning. We get so close. Till we're too far away. We get so close. Still we're too far away. LOVING CUP Net Sutton - sings Tom Larkins - drums Steve Graham - bass Bridget Keating - fiddle Paco Paycheck - dobro Howe Ling - Guitar There's a blanket of stars And they fill the sky But not a one catches his eye He's so far down He can't look up Since he lost his loving cup Chorus Loving Cup She ain't around Won Another's love In another town He won the prize So said his friends When he found the love that would never end Now he sits alone Without a crowd His hurt is silent but his pain is loud Chorus The seasons change So does the tide Everything here changes 'Cept the stars up high There's a blanket of stars That cover the sky But not a one catches his eye.