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1. |
Burning Miles
05:36
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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
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2. |
Dinner Warnings
04:17
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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
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3. |
So We Build
05:40
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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
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The Funeral Crasher
04:37
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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?
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5. |
Horus
03:54
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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
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6. |
Tug of War
03:53
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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
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Downtrodder
06:04
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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
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8. |
Drug Lust
03:25
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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
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9. |
Lympus
04:01
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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
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10. |
Guild Talking
05:47
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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
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11. |
Borrow a Bus
04:34
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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
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12. |
Snow Goose
04:28
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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
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13. |
Sugarcane (Bonus)
03:52
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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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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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