Sundowser

by Bow Thayer

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1.
Burning miles, burning miles, burning miles down Where the wheels meet the ruts, wear the stone down Count the poles, the high wires fire information The air is alive Burning miles, burning miles We heard the bells, they was ringing in the town square They was comin’ from a rusty old loud speaker The people there, well they really didn’t seem to care The babies just cried Burning miles, burning miles Recall the days when the clouds brought that hail ‘round In all its rage, beat the salt into the ground We just stared at the broken vegetation and said our goodbyes Burning miles, burning miles Beneath the overpass, we met a young man With a story inside a spray paint can In modern symbols revealed a revelation Then he asked us for a ride Burning miles, burning miles We bed down in the woods on the outskirts Near a paddock where a giant horse once stood Set out to pasture ‘cause he couldn’t run so good He was unfit to ride Burning miles, burning miles Tires so thin, could barely hold the air in Lugs so stripped down, couldn’t hold a wrench on Fog so thick, I’m guessing my direction… Burning miles, burning miles
2.
Here we go again The bird flies straight into the windshield I should have swerved I should have swerved I want to you to know I love you more now than before I thought you should know I love you more now Here we go again The bullets fly from left to right I should have known To let it go I want you to know I love you more now than before I thought you should know I love you more now Let the reel spin The hindsight lights up the screen Oh, what a show Just let it roll I want you to know I love you more now than before I thought you should know I love you more now Here we go again We click our heels and grind our wheels I wasn’t warned I want you to know I love you more now than before I thought you should know I love you more now
3.
So We Build 05:40
Picking through the giving ground Listen for the hollow sound Hollow sound coming from the stone A stone within a soul, within a soul, within a stone A stone within a soul, within a soul, within a stone And we shine And we feel good From the neck To the backbone Arms outstretched Reaching So we build And we breathe Then we fail So we build Looking up at the canopy I see a shaking leaf Lifting up before it loses hold That holds within its soul, within its soul, within its hold That holds within its soul, within its soul, within its soul, within its hold And we shine And we feel good From the neck To the backbone Arms outstretched Reaching So we build And we breathe Then we fail So we build
4.
I don’t ever want to be a part of Everything that’s bringing us down I can see the greed and the slaughter Of the king and the broken crown, well... I believe we better look forward To the eyes that are looking back See the beasties feeding on the beauty Choking on it like a sugar smack Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care What about you? Hangin’ on to the china doll Bread and puppet with a scary face I believe we’re about to fall As sure as we’re gonna lose this faith race Little boy with the awkward shoes on Only thing he ever learned was how to be mad He got an offer to crash that funeral With a bomb strapped to his back Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care What about you? Getting dizzy with the gravity spinning Pigeon whistle into outer space Build a bridge to a new beginning At least take the chains off of heaven’s gate, well... Everybody sees the same sun rising Everybody sees the same sun set Everybody got the same color blood Everybody sucking on the same old air Everybody got the same sweet mama Everybody got the same last name Everybody drink the same cool water It’s getting more toxic day by day Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care Some people they don’t know Some people they don’t care What about you, child? What about you, old man? What about you, baby? What about you, old, old friend?
5.
Horus 03:54
The skies had turned to grey The light had lost its veins In the silt of the decay The lost spider dodged the rain So divine is the key To this perfect melody That we all must learn to sing When the bells of darkness ring What lies to the west of us? What lies to the east? We cry as the rust collects And it’s so hard to see What lies to the west of us? What lies to the east? We cry as the rust collects It’s getting so hard to see So the war is here to stay All the generals get to play But if old Horus was still alive He would turn them all to flies Now the secrets of the sun Lie buried within its sound Then the spider in the night Built her web to catch the light
6.
Tug of War 03:53
Me and the missus, we were scarred for life Years after putting out fires with ice Roll back the pages, the hands of time The days, they roll away like dew off the vine I’m amazed by the way them waves roll in Breaking on the breakers in arriving sequence It’s the the highs and the lows, the ebb and the flow The push and pull, tug of war, you never let go The push and pull, tug of war, you’ll never control Got myself a job at the company store Learning how to beg, steal, borrow and hoard Cashed in my paycheck, received my award, Chucked it out the window of the thirty-second floor I’m amazed by the way them waves roll in Breaking on the breakers in arriving sequence It’s the the highs and the lows, the ebb and the flow The push and pull, tug of war, you never let go The push and pull, tug of war, you’ll never control Minor, major Minor, major Minor, major Minor, major
7.
Downtrodder 06:04
The kid came home full of thorns Growing out of his broken body Feeling burnt, burned by all Burned by all the love he won’t be sharing All the noise in the void The sickening spoils of a soldier’s story Maybe on down the road He can shed his load Rinse his throat Of the choke hold from the phony altar To see the true face of his weak downtrodder
8.
Drug Lust 03:25
I’m caught in a bag There ain’t enough room I’m caught in a bag and there ain’t enough room There ain’t enough room when you’re caught in a bag I’m down in a hole I’m down in the hole It’s dark and it’s cold when you’re down in the hole It’s dark and it’s cold when you’re down in a hole I’m overexposed I’m overexposed Like a delicate rose stripped of its thorns A delicate rose, I’m so overexposed I got a drug lust I got a drug lust I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it I got a drug lust, I didn’t have to score it I got a drug lust
9.
Lympus 04:01
Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road Lamb’s blood painted on the rabbit’s door I was invited by the two dollar whore To read to her cat while her guard dog snored Finished my cake with the King Arthur flour Made my rest at the bedlam hour She lay in the dirt like a wilted flower Just below her belly where the cherry soured Me oh my, what have I done I feel the evil down in my bones And it came across me like a violent storm Wasn’t me who acted alone So I went back to the rabbit’s hole The one with the lamb’s blood on the door And told him all about the two dollar whore how I read to her cat while she bled out on the floor He said “I can see by your tongue that you tell no lies I can see by your face that you have no eyes I can see by the way that you wear your skin The hole where you let the darkness in” So I went back to the wilted flower The deed I done at the bedlam hour She lay in the dirt with a godless power The seed of the devil growing down inside her She said “Now it’s time for you to run Time for me to have some fun You can never go back to where you’re from Never undo what’s already done” Thirty days and I’m out of rehab That little meth lab sucked me right back And I’m halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road Lamb’s blood painted on the rabbit’s door I was invited by the two dollar whore To read to her cat while her guard dog snored
10.
It seems I must address this fundamental problem, the one that I let slip right through the cracks I must confess I’ve neglected this garden, the very one I swore to protect Now the job of the serpent it really isn’t certain, as you see the whole world while lying down Blades of the plant life spike up towards the ceiling, supported by the rhythms underground Provoked by voltic rays of sunbeam and soaked by the sweating atmosphere Cellular structure manifests in wonder, blinks into existence and disappears It’s contained in the waves of stereo magic, explained in the books of men I’m afraid of the reign of impending madness and facets of loneliness Shapeless form crawling across the floor, soaking it all in like a sponge Conscious expansion, illuminating lanterns, bruises for badges unadorned Ever-shifting language, rhetoric entangled, sanctioned by ancient wind Despite the illusion of thought-created dimensions where timelessness ends and begins Now the job of the eagle appears to be regal, to uphold the iconic symbol of ideal When freedom is tethered and birds of a feather are forced to feed on whatever they can steal It’s a shame what remains is contaminated backwash that swirls in the eddies of our brain And the quality of pain is masked by false comfort, its function has lost its gain Allow us to laugh at repeating cycles, allow us to cry with the lune Shower the wrath, deepening the canyons and fill them with rivers of truth Now the job of the human is constantly blooming, created through Technicolored dreams So cool is the fool who doesn’t have a clue to what lies beyond what it all seems It seems now it matters we’re called upon to gather and clean up what is splattered in the blood And look to the heavens with telescopic visions and extend our ladders of love Stand up Stand up Stand up the ladders of love
11.
Borrow a Bus 04:34
Drifting through the meadow, a buzzing voice tried to commune I curled my splitting lips and with my teeth I ripped the stinger from the wound I should have been more grateful, but at the risk of being shy I hid behind my transparent eyes There’s something in the wind that makes you go away Even if there’s reason enough to stay All I ever wanted was a taste of what you made I realize now it’s way more than you gave I should have been more careful, but at the risk of being starved I sealed another lid on another jar I went back to the hive to tell the queen that I’d arrived and blew a ring of smoke around her throne If I find you fallen under broken wings I promise I’ll do anything I will carry you I will carry you Borrow a bus and take you home I will carry you Borrow a bus and take you home
12.
Snow Goose 04:28
She pioneered the mourning Early after dawn And the sun hung down like a big old gong The race of the shadows was on In the middle of a cold snap Beneath the hesitant dead flume And the red cream spilled into the lips of the lobo’s pup Flowed into the unknown truth In a nest by the river The snow goose knew She could never recover from the death of her lover And flew into the unborn future And she was gone She was gone
13.
Way down in the canyons in the middle of town They shoot out all your pockets, tip you upside down It was another lazy love letter written in wine Call ‘em as you see ‘em with the smoke in your eyes Call ‘em as you see ‘em with the smoke in your eyes Whatever happened to the lion in me That turned into a pussy stuck way up in a tree And to all the firefighters that came to my rescue I was just about to jump, and this I confess to I was just about to jump, and this I confess to I had this vision on the back of my eyelids Roll me ‘cross the bridge and take me back to the island I was swinging with the sisters of the Dopamine queen I woke up to a beautiful dream The sexy black sand had kissed the sea all green A salt wind blowing through the sugarcane A salt wind blowing through the sugarcane I dragged my head to the lip of the ledge Just another step to take me over the edge When I was cruising with the brothers of the mother in me I woke up to a terrible thing ‘Cause the sky had gone muddy, man what a scene I was thrown back to the nightmare of reality I was thrown back to the nightmare of reality We got the Barium wind, carrion rain Blowing and blowing through the sugarcane, sugarcane

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released July 24, 2015

Bow Thayer > acoustic and electric Bojotar* and guitars, banjo, bass banjo, synthesizer, vocals
Jeff Berlin > drums and percussion
Alex Abraham > bass, vocals
JD Tolstoi > Fender Rhodes
Marco Benevento > organ, Moog synthesizer, Wurlitzer, piano on tracks 1, 3, 7, 10
RLee Adams > organ on tracks 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 11, 12
Tracy Bonham > lead vocals on track 11, backing vocals
Justin Guip > Bojotar, studio effects
River Thayer, Juniper Duggan, Fiona Guip, Angus Guip > vocals

Engineered and Mixed by Justin Guip
Produced by Bow Thayer and Justin Guip
Arranged by Bow Thayer, Jeff Berlin and Justin Guip

Recorded at The Woodshed (Stockbridge VT) and Milan Hill Studio (Red Hook, NY)
Mastered by Alex McCoullough at Yes Master Studios (Nashville, TN)

Scott Florance, Battenkill Music > Management, Executive Producer
Elizabeth Freund > Publicity
Hello Maseman > Artwork and Layout
Julie Berlin > Webmaster
Tom McNeill > Photography

All songs written by Bow Thayer (Elbop Music, SESAC)

* For information about the Bojotar visit Eastwood/Airline guitars: www.eastwoodguitars.com/airline-bojotar-black/

www.bowthayer.com

Copyright 2015

I would like to personally thank all the folks at Tweed River Productions, Scott Florance and Margo Strauss, Mary Guip for her above and beyond hospitality, Angus and Fiona for cracking us all up, Matt and Chris Lillie, Nate Bagley, Jason Twigg-Smith, Jake Wildwood, Douglas Chase, Chris McGandy, Scott Corneille, Robert Rich, Trish McDonough, Mike Dann, Joey Leone, Vincent Freeman and Suzy Keene.

And especially to Lolli for her extreme dedication and love, Rye for his total acceptance that Dad is a freak, and River for being a freak of a different nature, my parents for simply enduring, and of course, Libby for keeping an eye on the chickens when I’m gone.

To the many people who have paved and pushed along the way and the friends whom we have yet to make… we will see you all down the road.

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Bow Thayer's music features his custom Bojotar and fuses experimental elements with Americana, rock, bluegrass, and folk, resulting in a singular, progressive sound that has earned descriptions ranging from “Green Mountain soul” to “modern backwoods music.” American Songwriter says this "onetime Levon Helm compatriot is the best artist to come from New England in recent years." ... more

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