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Earthling
03:38
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I believe it's just about time
Coming up on the end of the line
Just past another roadblock sign
Leaning on its side
Burning in the sunshine
I take a turn for whatever it's worth
Where the pavement turns to dirt
Where the energy starts to perk
And the words give birth
to a new kind of earthling
I believe it's time
I believe it's time
We redefine what's normalized
I can take a scorpion sting
I can hear the butterfly wings
And the sound of the blackbirds singing
Coming through a bullhorn
Load and clear
To my neighbors on the east side
To my neighbors on the west side
All the neighbors on the north and south side
I think it's time we all look inside
I think it’s about time
I think it’s time
We redesign what's normalized
To all the souls who are graduating
A whole new world is out there waiting
Cause the old one is rapidly fading
You’ve got the tools
Go out and create it
I cannot stress the importance
To defeat and tear down the forces
Of the hate and the threat that t poses
If you choose love
than you already know this
There's a whole lot of brothers and sisters
Unable to hear all our messages
Who got a raw deal and feeling breathless
it's just fear, and fear’s defenseless
It is time
Just about time
We redesign what's normalized
There's a call to the young and the old
There's a call to the meek and the bold
A brand new story about to be told
about a dying world and how we fixed it
I believe it's time
I believe it's time
I believe it's time
We redesign what's normalized
We redesign what's normalized
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A Balm in Las Vegas
04:29
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There’s gold in the fountain
Spitting that glitz gonna make you a rich man
Snake on the red road
Getting a download up from the canyon
And all I am saying is we could just be praying to a bag of bones
And this ringing in my ear confirms all my fears there's something wrong
And I shouldn't have stared at the sun for so long
I should have stayed on the farm until the harvest
Could it be there's a balm in Las Vegas
A balm
Better hope your luck holds
Anyway the dice rolls
Even your chips are gonna end up in the landfill
Hey old soul born
Where the hell are you from, welcome to the time bomb
Mean old Pharaoh
playing the late show and things are getting biblical
Man it's a long shot
But maybe this slot’s gotta win for the big heart
And all I am saying is we could just be praying to a bag of bones
This ringing in my ears confirms all my fears there's something wrong
I shouldn't have stared at the sun for so long
I should have stayed on the farm until the harvest
Could it be there's a balm in Las Vegas
A balm
Could it be there's a balm
Could it be there's a balm
Could it be there's a balm
A balm
Save me Jesus
Maybe Elvis
Praise be
So say we all
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A Small Eternity
04:12
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Where did the mind's eye come to be
It must have been a big blink
I want to know what you think
Searching for some happiness
In a lonely time
in a sea of darkness
I’ll take the comfort as it comes
Forget about the doldrums
If only for a moment
Whatcha gonna do when your screws get loose
Whatcha gonna do with a loose screw
Whatcha gonna do when your screw gets loose
Hey you in the tool shed
Whatcha building
Drink the water from the rose
Never to be thirsty
Never to be rusty
Things like flowers smartly wired
Right into the fabric
With little threads of magic
Feel the ground breathing on my bare feet
Glad I swept up all the nails
From that rotten handrail
Holler in the key of seize and squeeze
Follow with a lower frequency
In the afternoon I'll catch ya on the downstream
The heat in me noggin’ gonna need some coolin’
I don't mind the rain at all
It has a natural certainty
like every small eternity
I don't mind the black flies buzzin’
It keeps me on my toes
it keeps me up and running
And I never been a slave to a long deep freeze
but this winter just might break me
This winter just might break me
This winter just might break me
Won't you skate away with me
I'll catch you on the downstream
Just a small eternity
Just a small eternity…
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Race to Lose
04:02
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There's a whole lot of screaming
Coming in to my ears
You couldn't print enough money
To make it disappear
There's a hole in the bottom of the tub
It makes it hard to keep it all filled up
Oh grey water keep me clean
Simple as the days spent in between
the dreams and the waking scenes
Seamless and lucid
Are you in this race to lose
Do you wanna race to lose
What's your hurry better slow down
Are you in this race to lose
Got to find a way to cool it down
Got to find a way to a common ground
That red hot knife got us split in two
There ain't no stitches, no there ain't no glue
Some one tell me what went wrong
Somewhere in the twilight
Was it somewhere in the dawn
Somewhere it's midnight
Somewhere else it's noon
Somehow it's all synchronized
to pace the days in a steady grace
Seamless and fluid
Are you in this race to lose
Are you in this race to lose
What's your hurry better slow down
Are you in this race to lose
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This Thing Called God
03:38
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For those who are willing
To roll down the hill
And swing in the valleys
Of the underworld
And not cling to the things
That have fallen ill
There has always been grief
and there always will be
So you want to fly easy
Through the open skies
You want to believe in
the side that is right...
so do I
There will be a nightmare in heaven
A springtime in hell
I can hear the water laughing
in the wishing well
All the little people
and their crazy extremes
Will slide from left to right and
meet up in between
So you want to fly easy
You better learn how to fall
You want to believe in
this thing called God
Where we all belong...
don't we all
Any day gonna come around again
Any day gonna come around
Any day is gonna come around
Any day gonna come around…
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6. |
Elinoire
04:57
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The springs broke in two and the chassis hung low
Stuck in the mud on what used to be a road
Spitting and a cursing just to keep from crying
What is this business that’s got me dying
Whatcha gonna do with that diamond ring
Will it lift you up, will it let you sing
To tell you the truth it don't mean a thing
It's just another rock in a pile of dreams
It could never be like it was before
Elinoire
Nothing will contain this bucket of joy
The sides gonna split out and fill up the void
It’s dark as the night on that third of July
Between the flash of fireworks up in the sky
If I had my way I'd spend my last dime
on a basket for flowers and dandelion wine
I’d look forward to the memory, I’d keep it close by
As something to lean on and not hide behind
I’d walk on gilded splinters til my feet were sore
For Eliniore
If I had the means to go back in time
I’d make sure the springs were tuned and aligned
Then I’d build up a house framed in northern white pine
Adorned in red maple with laser straight lines
Then I’d swallow the key and kick down the door
For Elinoire
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7. |
You Are Not Unknown
05:12
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I spent the twilight
Looking through hindsight
Eyes in the mirror
A window to spirit
I spent the morning
Rolling and groaning
Growing
The mind's eye kept going and going
Lazy by midday
Napping while stargazing
Shadowed in blue cheer
Drifting as I hear a calling
Where you come from
You are not unknown
Where you come from
You are not unknown
You are not unknown
You are not unknown...
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Born to swim, born to swallow
Learn to sink, learn to follow
Can you hear the news, can you hear the guns
Through talking heads and different tongues
Bigger problems, bigger fences
All perceived through different lenses
Hey there look your shoe’s untied
Don't you worry, don’t you mind
Bend your knee, take a stand
Pray your mama take you by the hand
Here comes POTUS, here comes Judas
Been shooting craps with old Confucius
We’re bellied up and we doubled down
And the Russian roulette wheel goes round
Welcome to the panic room
Brought to you through network news
You decide if it is true
It’s up for grabs, it’s up to you
Chisel through the status quo
Chips are flying off that stone
Tear it down, tear it down
We got no use for it no more
We don't need it anyhow
Got no use for it no more
But I don’t know what’s real no more
I don’t know what’s real no more
We gotta tear it down, tear it down
We got no use for it no more
We don't need it anyhow
I don’t know what’s real no more
I don’t know what’s real no more
Gonna tear it down, tear it down
We don't need it anyhow
I don't know what's real no more...
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Mr. Timber Rattler
04:41
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I picked up my peavy
I turned that log around
Big old timber rattler jumped right off the ground
Off the ground
If it wasn't for my steel toe boots
Ya know he would have stung me
Hey there Mr. Timber Rattler
Pardon if you please
If you please
Reminded me of a time
When I was young
Got thrown into a jailhouse
I done nothing wrong
Nothing wrong
Well there I was
With a man big as hell
Snoring in the only cot
In that sorry cell
Long about midnight
They threw in another rogue
With whiskey yellow eyes like two piss holes in the snow
In the snow
Ya know I saw it coming
Tried to make myself small
He woke that sleeping rounder with fists like cannon balls
Cannon balls
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the walls
It would have been mine if I hadn't been hiding behind that steel commode
Steel commode
Well my Mama always told me
Let sleeping dogs lie
When it comes to jailhouse drunkards the same rule applies
It applies
So there you go Mr. Timber Rattler
That's all I have to say
So I’ll tip this log back over and I'll be on my way
On my way
On my way
On my way…
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10. |
Sins of Man
04:23
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There's a weight on the people
There's a weight on the land
There's a faith that cuts deeper
Than any blade sharpened by hands
You might ride the white winged pony
A chariot forged in light
Spin the wheel, ride the story
Whatever guides you through the night
There’s a weight on the people
There's a weight on the land
There’s a wave washing over
Gonna wage the sins of man
Gonna wage the sins of man
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11. |
Back to the Source
04:44
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I wake in the moment
Right on time
Hurray for the funny dreams
Remaining chaos trailing behind
Then I’m gone from here
Gone back to the woods
And if I stumble across another wonder world of slumber
Could it be as good
Would I be let down
Would I be let down
Won't be let down
Won't be let down
A taste of corona
On a sunless dial
I pray for a better means
To failing payoffs impaled on my mind
Then I’m gone from here
Gone back to the source
And if I stumble across another wonder world of slumber
Would I be lost
Would I be let down
Would I be let down
Won't be let down
Won't be let down
This time around is all that really matters now
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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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