1. |
Bethorned Grandeur
04:45
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Into the trees, disappear, entwine
Lost to all who never enshrine the wild in
In all its brambled, bethorned grandeur
Which none can know through tale or song
Without having been in the thick of it long
If oneness gained is separateness lost
Where there's none to impress or pander
Wood and vine and stream and sky
Skyward leaps and squatted scrambles
Nettled wreaths and deep briar rambles
Flash green to brown then to red, that greet
The throat, as teeth, they gnash at blooded meat
That mineral rush so sudden and clear
The golden sun it opens
Every part per million crystal clear
Wood and vine and stream and sky
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2. |
Fruit From Rot
03:39
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When I was all alone
Laid neatly in my resting place
Could I feel my own bones
Did I know my face
A shovel full of dirt
Rains down in
A symbol of the start
To the long and silent din
The lid is sealed so tight
Darkness, now the light
Ever spend the days in a never ending maze
Of my own design
When I was all alone
Laid neatly in my resting place
Could I feel my own bones
Did I know my face
If ears could still hear
The noises abound
Process the work done to bear
This fruit from rot in the ground
May mother embrace me again
Pulled back to where I began
The heat of the womb
Just draws me back down
When I was all alone
Laid neatly in my resting place
Could I feel my own bones
Did I know my face
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3. |
Cryin' Over You
03:07
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All these painted women serve no purpose for me
Come adore me baby floor me
I'm lonesome as you know
And I'm cryin' darlin' please don't go
Lo' whiskey ain't no sanctified surrender
Love me tender baby never
Have I felt my heart so blue
I've been cryin' baby over you
The bottles getting low now tears have fallen
to drink away your memory darlin'
But it's deep within my bones
And I'm cryin' darlin' come back home
Old dreams of you are shackled to my memory
How I long to hold you gently
Why can't you feel the same?
I've been cryin' callin' out your name
I've been cryin' baby over you
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4. |
Coal Shovel Grind
05:33
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Time on the run like a light in the night
From a northbound train
With the sun just out of sight
From the stack, the smoke so black
As the coal shovels grind their way
Through a million years decay
I'm set back in my mind
To find some new gears to grind
As the cities all on fire
Are just burnt up to the ground
Following the sound of the minds breaking down
One liar hands up in the air
Head caught inside the cloud
As the flames take him right there
As the flames take him
More or less the moral best
That we could ever hope to be
Just nailed upon this cross of life
For all the empty helpless eyes...to see
Taking all we want and leaving all we waste
There's mountains of this shit
That keep on trailing in our wake
Let's get our heads out of our asses
And all our eyes open on our faces
So we might be able to see our places
We just might be able
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5. |
Come On In
05:01
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Come on in and take a load off
Sit right down and tell me all your troubles
I see no reason to let this night go to waste
Well, if you've got a bomb then drop it
If you've gotta sob, baby I won't try and stop it
Just let it fall straight into my ever ready arms
Cause if you don't mind I'll be here with this smile
Aimed at you
Knowing how my heart is only using it
To push the love through
Don't be sad, hard times are had by all
Don't feel low cause love can lift you higher
I see no reason to let this night go to waste
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6. |
Mouth Of The Black River
12:21
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Way down on that River bed
Things ain't hardly ever like they said
Them things that aren't not so easily read
You walk by the river's edge
Things reside that man can never dredge
No, no man could ever dredge
But the water holds its secrets
'Neath a never ending surgence toward the sea
And the doubts you have on entry are just washed aside
The flow of letting be
In deep troughs of silt and murk
Keep knowledge for the waterborne that lurk
Them catfish bottomfeeders hard at work
Hard at work
Hinting in the curls and rolls
The book that stays still not long enough
To be bound or sold, no it is never bound nor sold
But the water holds its secrets
Neath a never ending surgence toward the sea
The doubts you hold on entry are just washed aside
The flow of letting be
In the deep, deep south where cotton it spoils
On ground so hard, more rock there than soil
The plow and rake, on which red rust reigns
To never know purpose in field hands again
We all let out in '29, having given out all we could give her
This land she's dry and the sky just won't cry
But we can't resolve to just stay here and wither
We'll not wither, no no no
The old house now, all fallin' down around
Where walls begin and weeds they end
That line just cant be found
The front porch swing and wicker rocker there
Sway windblown and vacant
Mere mockeries of chairs
If we don't catch our deaths, and we keep up our druthers
We'll outrace the first snows of winter
To make good on a claim
Of found fortune and a name
At the mouth of the black river
Dread of death over every mile
Bread and milk are long since bile
Storms of dust a mile or more high and risin'
The miles lungs are filled, he's quickly a'dyin'
But the wife and little ones, there's little doubt
Won't make the far side of tomorrow
Since the fall we lost it all
Since the crash, nothin's worth no cash
Since the greed that took seed
Since the fall we're twice as small
We lost it all
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7. |
Burning Sun
04:24
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Wayfaring Stranger
05:28
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelin' through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In tthat bright world, to which I go
I'm goin' home to see my father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
My pathway's rough and steep
Yet these beautious fields lay out before me
Where the Gods redeemed, their vigils keep
I'm goin' home to see my mother
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
My body asleep in that old graveyard
I'll drop this cross of self denial
And go singin' home with God
I'm goin' home to see my loved ones
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
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9. |
Encapsulate
06:55
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Watching all the people going somewhere to something
A passenger I sit and look and stare out at nothing
Knowing with your pair of eyes that we see the same things
But all the while we just run our laps around the same old ring
Hearing people spit their lies you know I produce twice the falseness that I gain
And I admit I can't begin to understand the nature of your pain
If your eyes burn from sun, can you manage to complain
As your leaving senses make light of the land of the same
A clue you need
On the same I feed
We're just searching for some kind of encapsulated truth
But on the mountain I am home
So unsettled you must go on out and roam
There must be more this cant be all the truth
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10. |
W.T.O.C
02:42
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This mountain slowly
Collapses though the ages
Like every fragment
Of being we are made of
This mountains old
Slowly takes my soul
Spreads it to the winds
Never losing hold
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On a distant horizon
With the sun so barely there
Dust kicks up from hooves that beat
To warn of a great dispair
Gunfight in the valley of the sun
Townsfolk wait to see whose blood will run
A lonesome gun sits all alone
Dread and whiskey fill the air
Ten long years since he left home
This saloon cannot contain his cold dead stare
Gunfight in the valley of the sun
Townsfolk wait to see whose blood will run
Gunfight in the valley of the sun
We'll watch and see which one will be
The one to leave
Early the warmth of the sun comes again
The people now gathered as it all began
The gunfighters face toward the center of town
The end of fate for one too late, anxiety abounds
Suspense feels the silence the wind rips around
A moment of destiny one will go down
Ten paces counted as they turn and fire
The powder now set ablaze as one now expires
Witness this lesson when gun fire sounds
So solemn the vengeance as death wears the crown
Gunfight in the valley of the sun
Townsfolk wait to see whose blood will run
Gunfight in the valley of the sun
We'll watch and see which one will be
The one to leave
Gunshot in the valley of the sun
Townsfolk wait to see whose blood will run
A gunman rides alone into the sun
In time we'll see which town will be
The next to grieve
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The B&O Railroad Boonsboro, Maryland
Sinister Folk music from the mountains of Maryland and West Virginia.
Blake Owens -
Guitar, Vocals
Jason Barker - Mandolin, Vocals
Dan Mize - Banjo, Vocals
Ron "Fezzy" McGinnis - Bass, Vocals
Alex Llewellyn - Percussion, Dobro, Vocals
... more
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