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Mama's Headed North
05:20
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Mama's headed North to work out on the patch
She swears to God this time the money's gonna last
She'll be gone all summer 'til the winds turn to fall
'til right about the time you'll ask is she coming home at all
When I turn 17 I'm gonna shake the dust of this town
Gonna find me a place with good people all around
I'll make my way out West where the ocean air is clean
But Mom will still be working, chasing hollow dreams
Chorus
And that prairie moon's haunting me
Prairie fire cleaning me
Prairie winds carry me
Carry me back home
There's no time for being lonely it's that classic city style
Though I haven't seen the stars in a while
I work a second job scrapping pennies to my name
Can't seem to find it in me to play the game
Chorus
They say my city's got no pride, it's just a place for passing through
But I miss home and I miss you
Fortune's hard to come by in these rough and luckless lands
And Mama saw my future buried in the sand
So now I'm headed North to work out on the patch
I'm sweating out black gold for as long as it will last
I don't see my son much but I write him when I can
I'm doing this for him , just hope one day he understands
Chorus
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2. |
Cutbank Moon
03:34
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Lift up that little baby
She ain't got no home
Carry her down to meet the river
Let it wash away the cold
Float her through the willow
Turn her face up to the sky
Play that banjo music boy
A cutbank lullaby
Lift up my naked body
Feel the heat inside my soul
Carry me down to meet the river
Feel the mighty waters pull
Float me through the willow
Turn my face up to the sky
Play that banjo music boy
So the cutbank moon will rise
Lift up my aged body
Broken tired and old
Carry me down to meet the river
Show me to the ghosts
Float me through the willow
Turn my face up to the sky
Play that banjo one last time
So the cutbank moon will rise
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3. |
Down the Line
03:53
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Blood moon hits the cutbanks all across a frozen shoreline
And a train headed nowhere down the line
Current pulled your waters south toward the coastline
Brings me to a distant place and a different time
Never thought I'd meet you, never thought I'd love you
And I never thought you'd leave me behind
Is it ok if I still miss you at the same time that I hate you
If you ask me I'm doing fine
Chorus
Ten years in the rearview mirror did you ever look back
'Cause it's funny how quickly you were gone
Ten years in the rearview mirror I can't look back
Baby I was made for moving on
Pack the photos up in boxes change we to I in stories
A quiet shift to standing alone
If anyone should ask me, I still love your family
And I hope this will always be your home
I gather up the pieces of my scattered broken open
Feel the rhythm of my hand-stitched heart
The strangest tides of winter break the ice up on the river
And there's beauty in the falling apart
Chorus
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4. |
Ain't Nobody
02:31
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I was born to the forest, cradled in the sky
I'll be living on the mountain til the day I die
Running barefoot through the sycamore trees
Ain't nobody gonna marry me
Great lady of the river she can never be tamed
Storm the mighty floods through the thunder and the rain
Make a promise to the Devil but you better let it go
Ain't nobody gonna save my soul
Moon was blood red when Daddy came around
Packin' up a wagon and a'headin' into town
Gotta find a man by tomorrow midday
I've been saving all my money just to give you away
Sun coming up see the wild run free
This body is the land you can't take it from me
Blood curdle scream and the Devil make pay
Let the waters of the icy river take me away
I was born to the forest, cradled in the sky
I'll be living on the mountain til the day I die
Running barefoot through the sycamore trees
Ain't nobody gonna marry me
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5. |
Consoled on the Whole
03:43
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I go to my boat quote on quote
There's a solace there
At loose ends
We went out Tuesday night
With batteries and water
It's ok, just go overboard
This is what it was like
With whatever's bound to happen
On sea's edge moored at Squatter's Cover
Well I go to my boat, float in my boat
Row in my boat, I sail in my boat
Rock in my boat, alone in my boat
Consoled on the whole, consoled
A crow and a jet crossed in the sky
A feather ahead and an engine behind
A meeting of kinds, of bodies and minds
Consoled on the whole, consoled
And at the end of the day when they locked us down
My cot my lamp my sink, a couple of books on the ground
Almost free under lock and key
Consoled on the whole, consoled
Well I work at the shop and I sleep on the ship
I haven't touched a drop since that last little dip
And I might join the church or resume my search
Consoled on the whole, consoled
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6. |
Windsong
04:09
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Crash test in walking sweat lines on the Tucson dime
What that God in her sunsets or just coyotes keeping time
In blistered sands they scaled the walls knocked down and primed
So we burn the bones of Hadestown no justice on the line
Who will remember
I don't remember
They filled the holes and barbed the wire time and again
You say after the storm I'll tend the land bury the babes therein
When there's nothing left to lose it ain't tough to block out the pain
Well I'm not one for praying but these days where else goes the rage?
Who will remember
Do you remember
Make the walk in for water like you've done a hundred times before
The parched and hungry crows pass your people now at home on the road
What's it like in the light past the wall, what's left for them to see
Whose hammer breaks the stone loose the dam, turn aliens to Dreams
Who will remember
I don't remember
Who will remember
Help me to remember
Crash test in walking sweat lines on the Tucson dime
What that God in her sunsets or just coyotes keeping time
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7. |
Rise and Agitate
02:10
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We who run
We who crawl
We who break down
We who birth it all
One day the Mother
She will swallow you
What is torn apart
She will forge anew
Make me whole
Set me free
No more weights
Pressing down on me
All you Sisters
Rise and Agitate
Free the river's flow
Mighty dams will break
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Amy Blanding Prince George, British Columbia
Known for her powerful voice and profound stage presence, Amy Blanding collects moments in the Northern wild and turns them into stalwart folk songs with a raw edge. Cutting her teeth with nationally-recognized folk rock band Black Spruce Bog, Amy Blanding’s music is the culmination of an outdoor life, led heart-first. ... more
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