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D.H. Lescombes.

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Filmed Live at the Rail Yards in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

(rock music) Tonight's band from Nashville, Tennessee.

Oliver Wood.

(audience cheering) This is such an honor to introduce Oliver Wood.

(audience cheering louder) Somebody tell me what's the reason Nobody is satisfied Jump around from one to another Don't they know it gets cold outside It's a fine line, between love and lust Between truth and trust, yeah, dreams and dust Mmm, it's a fine line Between a hope and a prayer, someplace and nowhere, mmm Well, it's a fine line Fine line And we're walking it all the time Somebody tell me what's the reason Everybody don't play by the rules I can t ll you one thing from season One thing that I know is true It's a fine line, between love and lust Between truth and trust, yeah, dreams and dust Hey, it's a fine line Between a hope and a prayer, someplace and nowhere Mm, well, it's a fine line Fine line And we're walking it all the time And we're walking it all the time (instrumental break) Somebody tell me what's the reason Everybody don't live their dream I guess they just stopped believing That it's easier than it seems And it's a fine line, between love and lust Between truth and trust, yeah, dreams and dust Mmm, it's a fine line Between a hope and a prayer, someplace and nowhere Yeah, well, it's a fine line Fine line Fine line Yeah, fine line Yeah, we're walking it all the time Yeah, we're walking it all the time (instrumental break) (audience cheering) - Jano Rix on the drums and the keyboards right there.

When do you see that?

If I did young, if I die young - All right, here we go.

Oliver Wood, take one.

(guitar playing) - I love reading about other songwriters and all our favorite songwriters "How did they come up with that and what was going on in their lives when they wrote these words?"

And also what kind of techniques people use.

You know, do the words come first, does the music come first?

You write it together?

Sitting on a front porch, ice cream in my hand Meltin' in the sun All that chocolate on my tongue And that's a good enough reason to live Good enough reason to live I think one of the the biggest things that I've learned from listening to other songwriters talk about songwriting is that number one, you're not in control of it.

And you sort of have to follow the song and not try to lead it.

Once you think you've got this down, and I know what this song's about and I know exactly what I wanna say, for me personally, I just, that's when it falls apart.

- [Jano] You're gonna miss out.

- Yeah.

- You're gonna miss it.

- Yeah.

- If you got too much of an idea your brain's not gonna pick up If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue I know a man and he sings the blues Yeah, he plays just what he feels Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat But he never breaks the seal Set up in a bar room corner Playin' for tips and beer People carryin' on and drinkin' And you gotta strain to hear I've seen him play on some old cheap guitar But he could play on pots and pans You never heard a soul so pure and true It's flowin' right out of his hands He can sing sweet as a choir girl And he can sing a house on fire I've seen him callin' up the angels And use a breeze for a telephone wire And if you ask him How he sings his blues so well He says, I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell And I don't read postcards from Hell Said he came from down in Texas Playin' out since he's 15 And you can hear a little Chicago And a lot of New Orleans And he can take you on a freight train And he can take you down the alley And he can take you to the church And he can walk you through the valley And if you ask him How he sings his blues so well He says, I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell And I don't read postcards from Hell (instrumental break) (vocalizing) (vocalizing) I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway And maybe livin' outside On his back just like a cockroach But he ain't waitin' to die And if you ask him How he sings his blues so well He says, I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell I got a soul that I won't sell That's how I sing my blues so well And I don't read postcards from Hell (audience cheering) - Thank you so much.

- [Audience Member] Thank you.

- Thank you.

- That was a song inspired by a guy who was sort of the epitome of a artist and creative person.

Not just a musician, but just somebody who's very presence just seemed completely real and improvised and present and in the moment, like when he played music, he was somehow more in the moment than I could ever be, than anyone could ever be.

Like, he was just living it somehow.

And you could just tell.

And there could be, you know, a hundred people in the audience or there could be one person and he would still just be in this zone.

And it's kind of rare.

And I just admired it so much.

And I feel like all of us get in that zone once in a while.

But I feel like he just lives there as far as art goes.

That's like, wow, that's as good as it gets to me.

I know a man and he's always smilin' I know a man and he's always smilin' Looks so easy he could be flyin' I know a man and he's always smilin' I said how do you do it, you must lean into it Is that smile for real, is that just how you feel I said how do I find this way that you're livin' He said, kindness Kindness is my religion Kindness Kindness is my religion Well he never talks down and he doesn't talk up He never talks down and he doesn't talk up And he needs no weapon, his weapon is love He never talks down and he doesn't talk up I said how do you do it, do you lean into it Is that talking for real, is that just how you feel And it blows my mind, this love that you're givin' And he said kindness Kindness is my religion Kindness Kindness is my religion Kindness is my religion (instrumental break) Come on now.

Smilin' He's always smilin' Yeah, smilin' He's always smilin' Smilin' Smilin' He's smilin' Smilin' (music slows down) He said once I was wishin' for another condition.

It was pure intuition It was an easy decision, a cure for division.

Who could deny this lovin' pos Oh c'mon and try this good ol' tradition of Kindness Kindness is my religion Kindness Kindness is my Kindness, kindness Kindness is my Kindness, kindness Kindness is my religion Kindness is my (music slows down again) (audience cheering) Thank y'all very much.

All right whether or not we beat the previous, we're gonna play one more for yo It seems like it's a perfect night for a dance party.

We're gonna play dance tune here It's a New Orleans song from Mr. Allen Toussaint.

Let's get up and dance.

Get in front of a camera, shake your bootay.

Get out of my life woman, yeah I don't love you no more I said get out my life woman I don't love you no more Get out my life woman Got a heartache by the score Get out my eyes teardrops I got to see my way around Said get out my eyes teardrops Mm, I got to see my way around And get out of my eyes, teardr Nothin' but heartaches by the Nice work, y'all!

Look out.

Dance and groove.

(instrumental break) Out of my way Yeah, get off my ladder, woman I got to make it to the top Yeah, get off my ladder, woman I'm gonna make it to the top Well get off my ladder, woman No ain't nothing gonna make me stop Well get out of my life woman I don't love you no more Well get out of my life woman Mm, I don't love you no more Well get out of my life woman Nothing but heartache by the score Get out of my life woman (big guitar finish) (audience cheering) All right, nice dancin' y'all.

Thank y'all so much.

(audience cheering) Hey, thank y'all for being the hip people.

We can tell just by who was here these are the cool people.

We're just going right into it, -[Crew Member] Soft Sticks.

- Soft Sticks?

How'd you know my nickname in high school?

(rock music) Can't trust ya, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh I had to learn the hard way That friendship didn't mean a thing