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The rain, it was fallin 
and it stung like razorblades
And the sky was exploding 
miles overhead
I was swallowed by the canyons
way down low
The occurrence at
Owl Creek Bridge
shifts to Angel’s Casino

All I got is in my pockets 
stuffed in my socks It’s a lot
As for my friends, they all hate me 
they’re pushing daisies, 
so they can’t blame me
Except for one, I can see her 
getting nearer in the fog
She tries to speak 
but I can’t hear her
So unclear

Think I’ll make a move
out of Nevada
Like to be closer to the water
The dry air here
keeps it secrets mummified
I hope they let me
back to California
Or maybe Oregon
that’s where she is
I heard she’s gone to Oregon ...

As the sky turns to purple
Hell's roof starts to cool
Don’t the stars look like keyholes up to heaven shinin’ through?

I heard her say “I’ll keep your secret, it’s the least that I can do
But I swear that I won’t sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

She said “I swear that I won’t sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

She said “I swear not to sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

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from Somewhereville, released May 1, 2001

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Bow Thayer Vermont

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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