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Babel
05:04
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Mercury rising
silver surfing beads of flight
rides on
Wingtips of rose petals
Floating over winding roads
made golden
Moses and Abraham holding down the bassline
Shakin’
The guts of the new storm pouring out of old songs
In the blue dawn
Om...
One by one will show you what two will do to you
Three more tries might get it right
Four by four holding up the floorboards
Under a five point starry night
All is lost in translation
The walls did tumble down
Cue to the language of one vibration
And hold on
Hold on…
Imagine the sound of Babel coming down
As the thunder cracked the bell
All that was spoken was shattered and broken
Forgotten as it fell
Now our spirit is screaming trying to find meaning
Of a story yet to tell
I'm hoping that you can open up your tune
and rebuild
Rebuild
Om…
Old triple six has got its dirty fix
on the luck of seven tries
Wait for the eight if it's not too late
The power lies in the nine
All is lost in translation
The walls did tumble down
Cue to the language of one vibration
And hold on
Hold on
Rebuild the tower
The Tower of Babel (3x)
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Ogallala
05:54
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The shoreline is on fire and I’m chin high in the center of the elemental law of everything
This is not a rodeo the picture shows a miracle of collective souls who are braced against the wind
They’re lined up on the Cannonball and standing tall and sitting tough with the whole world watching and there’s great concern
Chorus:
Holy Ogallala
Life blood of the plains
Ring around the reservoir
As we evaporate
Just a drop of all we lost
Is that all we really need?
Just a drop should be enough
To ride the ripple to the headwaters back upstream
The elders say the end of days is followed by a big black snake that’s venomous and poisons all the land
This pipeline prophecies an act of greed that trumps all reason and the meaning with the freedom to expand
They kicked them off the Cannon Ball like Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull and the whole world’s watching and there’s great concern
(Chorus)
Holy Ogallala
La la la la…..
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I read the entertainment of the times
Polish dirty words till the beauty is so blurred
And burnt into scripture for the blind
And then I laugh
Cause my skin’s too thick to shed another tear
And the ramparts can't hold back the waves
And people moving in two different ways
And the rhythm is unclear...don't ya think?
There's too much information for our times
I try hard not swallow all the tricks that make you follow
And click and like the pissings of our lives
And then I find
A snippet leaked into the atmosphere
With words as real as yesterday was here
The coyotes of Cape Breton took her down
Her name was Taylor Mitchell
Or it used to be
Cause she said it was
And she would sing…
There's too much information for our times
I watch them gather misfits and cross them off the shit list
Mr. Twisted Twitter is on fire
I think it's time
to keep a cashless strategy in range
and sew into the seeds another tragedy
The writing on the wall is not imagined
It’s old and it's fantastic
And It's saying
Welcome to the new catastrophe
Bouncing off the walls of sound
The coyotes of Cape Breton took her down
Took her down
I read the entertainment of our times
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Cuckoo
04:52
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Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain top so high
So I can see Willy
As she goes walking by
Well the cuckoo is a pretty bird
She warbles when she flies
And she never cries cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July
Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
I remember you from days of old
You rob my poor pockets
Of my silver and all my gold
The cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She warbles when she flies
She never hollers cuckoo
Until the fourth day of July
I gambled all through England
I've gambled all the way through Spain
I bet you oh ten dollars
I'll beat you in this next card game
Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She warbles when she flies
And she never hollers cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July
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5. |
She Keeps It to Herself
04:15
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Mason jar falling water
Taste the spring like a morning swallow
It couldn't be too soon
Couldn’t be too soon
She worries when the wind blows
And keeps that to herself
Yellow bird window pane
Feathers in a fresh coat of paint
Broke its little beak off
and can no longer sing
She healed it with her own song
And keeps that to herself
Spiny grove spongy ground
Chanterelles popping up
As much as she could carry
is what she gives away
But where she finds them growing
She keeps that to herself
Dark night hard rain
Lightning strikes the tallest pine
Shards of glass jars shatter
Falling from the shelf
Apologies and laughter
She keeps that to herself
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Latitude
04:13
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Rest my head in a rusted bucket
Cover myself with hemlock pines
Take a little tree sap and glue my eyes shut
Gonna help me sleep through these troubled times
And the wind came in with a terrible howl
It must have been my darkest hour
It rained and it snowed
It rained and it snowed
Gonna get a good start up early in the morning
Make that godforsaken garden grow
Almost fourteen days to bust that sod up
Got a line of credit in every row
Once the seeds in the ground you can't give it back
It warned me in the Farmers Almanac
It rained and it snowed
It rained and it snowed
There’s nothing left for me in this county
I ain't in accord with this latitude
There's something in the air around me
And it makes me question everything I do
I guess I'll head down the road and won't look back
With the snow and the rain covering up my tracks
It rained and it snowed
It rained and it snowed...
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Fish Cop
09:40
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We picked our side of the spine of the Delectables
The fertile side to raise up the kids
We made our fences tall to keep them in
We taught ‘em how to fight and break them back down again
We tore up the roads to make them better
Ignoring all the warning signs of the weather
And all of the wheels went out of alignment
When the muddy White River came out of retirement
Chorus:
It don't matter where you're going
It don't matter where you’re from
You wouldn't notice if you weren't looking
The bottleneck of the bridge falling
down in the floodplains
The river got hands
It takes what its it wants and it pulls you in
If it keeps raining and before too long
It won't matter what side you're on
The game of love is not for the power fool
The taste of the sweetness has its place in the bitterroot
She said “If you don't love me, why don't you leave?”
“I've been trying for years just give me a reason”
That winter surely left a mark
Incarceration with icicles
It was a long cold sentence just to wait in the dark
Wait for the spring and the charges to get dropped
(Chorus)
Running down River Road
Shotgun my last can
It used to be that I dreamt a lot
I used to be such a well-versed kid
But this road soda’s tasting so good
God know it's so damn hot
It goes down like a target dropped in the sandlot
I look up and see the lights of the fish cop
Oh fuck the fish cop
It's gonna be the third time I get popped
Popped by the goddamn fish cop
(Chorus)
Tis the season of the rehab
Vicious cycles revolve into relapse
White trash middle class trippin the twelve step
Looking for the power that hides in the hopeless
It don't mean that the party is over
As I search for enlightenment and playing it sober
So I wear this half century around like a badge
As I sort out the plastic, paper and glass
(Chorus)
One bright morning the topic came up
Right down to the gut like a bowl of eggs
This time I couldn't steer through the hot spot
I've been asleep on it for days
So I push play and the power goes out
It must be McMurphy’s law
I guess I need a Big Chief to watch over my nest
And finish me off when I fall
(Chorus)
I heard her say
Can we get back to the weekend?
I thought I heard her say right back at me
Baby I think we can
What a weekend
What a weekend, what a weekend….
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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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