Molly Tuttle & Mailander

FreshGrassAward 2013 Contestant.
www.mollytuttle.net and www.johnmailander.com

Molly Tuttle, John Mailander, and Ethan Jodziewicz  - Another Side / Tell Me

Sundays Are The Hardest (feat. Molly Tuttle)

The life in us is like the water in a river
It may rise this year, it may rise higher 
Than man has ever known
It may come to pass that immortal flowing river
May rise so high, flood the mountainside
To the valleys down below

The land where we dwell has not always been dry I see
Far inland banks that were washed by the ancient stream

Such is the character of the dawn 
A mere lapse in time, could never make the light 
Of tomorrow
That same light which fades from our eyes
Is darkness, you can see this
Even know

The land where we dwell will in time again be free
When all we’ve created will wash to the land and sea 

The sun up above shines its fury on the prairie
You can’t hide from it, you can try it 
But you’ll never get away
And they sow the fields but the clouds have all forsaken
And they’ve taken all, no more water fall
‘Til the earth has turned to clay

The land where we dwell has not always been dry I see
Far inland banks that were washed by the ancient stream

I see it all from where I’m standing on the mountain
Hear the valleys’ cry, still some question why and they cannot see the way
We’re digging graves every day they’re getting deeper, for the birds that fly through the darkened sky
Will there be another day?

The land where we dwell will not always been dry I see
Far inland banks will be washed by the ancient stream

The life in us is like the water in a river
It may rise this year, it may rise higher 
Than man has ever known

Walden

Standing by the curb
Waiting out the rain
In the city no one knows
Where you've been or where you'll go
In the city no one knows your name
 
The days just pass you by
At night you dream of home
All the people on the street
All the faces that you see
It’s so crowded here but you'll find yourself alone
 
            You could do anything
            (No one cares, no one sees)
            You could be anyone you want
            But what would the point be?
 
Buy a ticket for a plane
Takes you back to your hometown
Some things there never change
It's more of just the same
All your friends are still hanging around
 
	Soon that old feeling sinks in
	(Restless night, restless wind)
	Wanna run, wanna find away to forget the 
	past and just be free again

	Soon that old feeling sinks in
	Calls you back again
	Wanna run, wanna find away to forget the past
	Get lost in the city streets again

No One Knows Your Name

Just need a little more time
To say what I need to say
You’re walkin’ away that’s fine
I’ll just come back another day
Cause you’re the only one who gets me all strung out

But there’s big waves at the coast line
Just need a little more time
Land movin at the bottom of the sea
Don’t know when the waves will come down on me

Runnin’ fast in no direction 
Through the San Francisco rain
Didn’t know where we were goin’
So we just hopped a train
Thats the kind of thing that gets me all strung out

But there’s big waves at the coast line
Just need a little more time
Land movin’ at the bottom of the ocean
Don’t know where the next wave’s goin’

Don’t say it’s gonna be alright
Cause I might fall for it
Just when you think you’re doin’ fine
That’s when you get hit
Well maybe I’m just all strung out

Big waves all around the ocean 
Don’t know where the next one’s goin’
Big waves at the coastline
Everybody wants a little more time
Just when you feel so safe
Waves come and sweep it all away

Tsunami

This is a Bill Monroe song sung by Molly and her father Jack. Originally from their duet CD, this was re-recorded to capture Molly's voice as it is today. 

Molly Tuttle & Mailander

Jeremy Dean Cudzewicz