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Yucca Flat
04:03
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We slept out in the open, underneath the stars
Signal fires billowing across the distant dark
Following game trails, wagon trains, and railroad ties
Glory on our tongues and terror in our eyes
You manifest what you don't know
No circle's ever closed
Tie me to a mast, a myth like a forever home
We watched the bomb at Yucca Flat destroy a plywood town
If we fight another war our boots won't touch the ground
Clinging to the earth, boys, we could feel it breathe
We held it like a wounded friend dying in the weeds
We built a city here, on a tidal plain
Deliver us from evil and may we always dodge the rain
But out over the gulf there's storm clouds gathering
A tumor in the sky like a million blackbird wings
You manifest what you don't know
No circle remains unclosed
Tie me to a mast, a myth like a forever home
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Sometimes I think back on those Carolina days
Pawpaws in season, the heat on the breeze
You were three states away
And I ran from the thicket towards peace in the valley
The direction I always have run
Then I reach a clearing and I turn around
The anchors that held me are gone
But so are the harvest moon nights
Clay pigeons and riverbends
The firelit faces of people and places
I'll never know again
All rivers flow to the same place eventually
I know I'll end up there—nowhere's a somewhere
But not somewhere I want to be
Ashes and memories slip through our hands
Ribcage and dust makes a man
Life is a delta and I'm hopping islands
Faster than I can name them
I run from the thicket towards peace in the valley
Shadows outracing the sun
Peace is a promise that's never been kept,
Though I always took it for one
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Holding On
03:07
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Jimmy's broke again by the end of June
Taping up his battered fists in a half-lit locker room
He's an aging welterweight so he'll take the dive tonight
Maybe he was getting tired of holding on so tight
Children grow like fireweed beneath the midnight sun
In the land of sitka spruce and loners on the run
They'll move to the Lower 48 and drift out of my sight
I am getting tired of holding on so tight
She left us way too early, we buried her in fall
Now I see her in the marketplace, in every concert hall
A figure in the mist, a blade of firelight
I am getting tired of holding on so tight
"To live here is to prosper," they told us in those days
But now the heartland's torn open, the marrow on display
The freedom we inherited was never our birthright
I am getting tired of holding on so tight
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4. |
High up on the Mountain
02:36
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5. |
I Am a Dry Spell
02:38
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Undertow
03:42
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7. |
Cut and Run
03:07
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Shade of Darkness
03:22
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9. |
Tracks of Your Father
04:26
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10. |
Hymn #1
03:07
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Nathaniel Lotze Pennsylvania
songs like woodsmoke.
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