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Wayback
03:12
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I've been searching for a quiet place
in my mind a simple room
without the quiet I get no dreamin'
Loosin' meaning and nothing goin boom
Swim with the shoal now
Pisces rising
Pray for a little jubilation
We're out here just trying to find it
We're out here just tryin' to find
We're out here just tryin' to find it
We'ra all here just tryin' to find
Let me tell you what I'm hearing
What I'm seeing What I'm feeling
Let me tell you how I'm swimming it
How I'm fearing it in this world
There's a reason why we do this
Why we do this in this world
Find a way back
Find a way back to our world
We're all out here just trying to find it
We're out here just trying to find
We're all here just trying to find it
Out here just trying to find
A way back
wayback
A way back
wayback
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Bow and Arrow Days
04:30
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So he launched off into the darkness
We knew he'd be captured and bound by first light
His spirit was of a phantom taunted
His life was a mouse running from the bird of night
He always said, " they'll never find me they never will
they'll be lost in the freeze tangled in the winter kill."
But his boots split open and let the water in
That river was heavy he never felt warmth again
So he said
Goodbye to those bow and arrow days
Never coming back I'm trapped three thousand ways
When I get to the shelter belt where the angels play
I'm gonna tell em' about those bow and arrow days
A man could get lost in the starless
Bible black night you know he feels shame
probably cries alone out on that ocean
he feels the depth an chill of his terrain
He gives up and sings
Hoist me high with the block and tackle
Carry this frame away take away these shackles
Hoist me hight with the block and tackle
Carry this frame away take away these shackles
Goodbye to those bow and arrow days
Never coming back I'm trapped three thousand ways
When I get to the shelter belt where the angels play
I'm gonna tell em about those bow and arrow days
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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Chubby and the Magnet
06:19
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Chubby he barks at me he says," What's with all these boxes? The neighbors are starting to worry bout all these corpses piled up around here.
They're looking out the window, They're looking at you.
Tell me boy, tell what's the truth?"
I say, " I die each day and each day is a box
they're all numbered and neat and ain't going back to lift up the lids.
Cause I die a thousand times in this life each corpse dead a different way,
each expression worst than the last."
"And all these corpses and me, we're just song waiters. Waiting on the
songs, not writing too much these days.
We're waiting on the wind to blow one in
and sing us back to life, sing us back to life again."
Oh how I like to run
Feet push the ground so fast
how I put my head in that sand
wait for all these things to pass
But I feel the magnet pull me
pull me out into the light
Pull me back to my life
where there's no place to hide
Chubby still barks at me he says," What's with all your lies?
The neighbors have given up on you reall ain't no surprise.
I think it's all over for you now. But your tears.
What gives boy? I've been trying to help you out
barking this shit in your ears for years."
So I leave those corpses back there
just waiting on their songs
I figure they must have more time than me
Chubby and me we got to move along
get out running again
get our fetching again
But I leave the boxes open in case the corpses want to crawl back in.
Oh How I like to run
Feet push the ground so fast
Oh how I put my head in the sand
Wait for all these things to pass
But I feel that magnet pull me
pull me out into the light
pull me back to my life
where there is no place to hide
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5. |
Airport Joe
04:10
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Well it's Monday morning at that Nashville airport
My uniform is clean they call me Airport Joe
I buy my daydreams with these low wages
Let em fly just as high as they can go
I clean the filthy bathrooms for the general public
It's hardly a pleasure man I'm happy to tell you about it
Humanity is just too deep and cruel
Ain't no telling what these people will do
and there is no shame from my vantage point
I'm an airport worker yes I'm here for you
you got somewhere to go so you step on me
somewhere to be, hell it's all about you
And all I want is a good life
Tell me the price
Tell me the price for it now
I've worked hard
Don't know what for
They call me Airport Joe
Call me Airport Joe
Well I always saw myself in that music business
Big Wigs just throwing money all over my songs
I wouldn't have to wear this uniform ever
Out on the tour bus where I belong
But I'm driving home from work
on these bald tires
Spinning daydreams of being out on tour
I 'll get out there and I'll melt those faces
Toothbrush on the dashboard
guitars in their cases
I could be rubbing elbows with some of those
Pseudo Noble, Salt of the Earth, Nashville Posers
But I wake up from my dream and the toilets flushing
Hell, I just found myself ten years older
And all I want is a good life
Tell me the price
Tell me the price for it now
I've worked hard
Don't know what for
They call me Airport Joe
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6. |
Far Gone Era
04:18
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C'mon Destiny let me back in
I felt the fall from the pages you had written
See me out in the distance there I am
Beyond forgotton but I hope to come around again
I sure miss my purpose as your protagonist
To help your readers learn through my pain
I was born when you created my illusory sense of self
from that far gone era
From a far gone era
From a far gone era
you wrote the sequel and I was captured while trying
I was known as a tryer of many things
For you I would have tried forever but you shut me down
You had to leave room for the succeeder
So you front loaded that chapter with my earnest temperment
then twisted my endeavors into failed experiments
Your fans they loved it
You know they've always loved you
They want to see the world through your camera
from a far gone era
From a far gone era
From a far gone era
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7. |
Field Song
04:53
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Well the Killdee cry oh they fly away
As I roll down here to my field
I'm sitting still
Head on swivel
Tractor tires turning
In this lowland field
That's where I'll be
Lost in the fog at six AM
Oh let the sun come up and
Burn it all away again
Yes I like it down here in my field
Where my plants grow all day right by the river bend
Let the sun brown my skin
Spend my days in this field
Yes I like down here in my field
Where we work all day right by the river bend
Let the sun know our skin
Spend our days in this field
Father handed down
All those arrowheads he'd found
Over by the burial mound
At the edge of my field
I sit still
Like many before me
Tractor tires turning
So let the blue plume rise
hear the diesel chatter
bounding antlers when we harvest again
Oh it will be a miracle
One of many
Out here in my field
Yes I like it down here boys in my field
Where we work all day right by the river bend
Let the sun brown my skin
Spend my days in this field
Oh I like it down here boys in my field
where my plants grow all day right by the river bend
Oh let the sun brown our skin
Spend our days in this field
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Wasteland Blues
04:22
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Toothbrush on the dashboard
Guitars in their cases
How many miles can this Van go?
How many songs and places
Out here in the wasteland
Well You get us paid and the band
Stays strong
I never seen a band live too long
Hydroplaning on these bald tires
Four months been out on tour
Yea Guitars in their faces
Out here in the Wastland
Going only lonely places
C'mon down to the wastland boys
Those Holy roads of Illinois
The same ol' place where the Kickapoo roamed
before they got that white boy rust belt syndrome
What's this engine light telling me right now
What's this engine light telling me somehow
What's this engine light telling me right now
We're not gonna make it
Out in the wasteland
Guitars in their faces
Well I don't care if I die right now
Stuck out here with the wasteland blues
C'mon home you got the wasteland blues
You got the nothin to loose wasteland blues
What do you want me to loose
What do you want me to loose
If I die right now
C'mon home you got the wasteland blues
I don't care if I die right now
Stuck out here with the wasteland blues
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Feathered Mason Tennessee
Feathered Mason is the (sometimes) solo project of longtime musician, born a couple decades too late to a French mother and
Midwestern father deep in the heart of Illinois. While early influences
were steeped in blues and psychedelic rock regular trips to France listening to his twin uncles sing harmony & strum guitar secured a place in his heart for folk/roots music
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