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It's known that spirits hide
In the dark of the forest
I've seen a single light, a firefly, flickering, dwindling, saying, "follow me"
From May to July
It rains all night and day
So I followed the light into the black forest
Kneeling beneath the bone tree
I prayed for a way back to sunlight
Cursed that crooked bone shrine
To hell with all these owls always looming
To hell with the raven's glowing red eyes
To hell with all these serpents always slinking
Just keep following the light
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Badlands
04:50
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I took the serpent road
Down to the badlands
I left my skin and bones
At the vestibule
Deep in the dead forest
I learned the song of crow
Atop the black mountains
Sang with my own echo
I left my skin and bones
I sought an endless wind
When I took the serpent road
Down to the badlands
Horizon, for miles and miles
Oh, is it real?
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Caballos De Las Montañas
06:35
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Let the water stay clear and still
Let the fish dry out to die
Let the hounds find their own way
Let the horizon settle its eye
I've become the dark
I bend with the moon
In the tall blades of grass
Waiting for you
So quiet down
You'll startle the birds
I see two brown horses
Staring, hiding as well
I stay awake all night
Quiet on the banks of Flathead
I hear a language in the wood
Every creature whispering, "keep me from death"
Now the pines are grousing
They've tried to harness the wind
With a faulty lariat
That's how a horse can tame a man
So quiet down
You'll startle the birds
I see two brown horses
Staring, hiding as well
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The Quiet
05:59
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Bone moon, waning
Branches snaking
Diesel on the midnight road
Engine baying
In the rear view, skeletons
Reaching through the mirror
In the quiet
Wolves listen for the beating heart
I'll drive to edge of this town
To watch the rain
To hear its sound
Where rides this ghost?
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Blue Ridge
06:24
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It's a steep climb from Toccoa
Fog looming around our heads
We are safe when we are sleeping
In our warm, soft beds
Mama's cooking in the kitchen
Dad, let's keep the bourbon out
We can bait our lines with red spinners
For those big mouthed, brown trout
Up here atop the summit
In the tallest tree
I can see Blue Ridge
From Georgia up to Tennessee
Ma, the forest is rumbling
Dad, winter's on the wind
Brother, let's keep an eye out
Something's out there lurking
Mama, there goes the daylight
Daddy, lets keep that fire going
Brother, them wolves, they hungry
And they're out there hunting
Up here atop the summit
In the tallest tree
I can see Blue Ridge
From Georgia up to Tennessee
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Northern Lights
04:08
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Let's go dancing beneath the northern lights
Tracks in the white snow, follow them all night
Babe I'm going to hunt you
I'm going to get to your heart
Babe I'm going to hunt you
Lead you straight to the dark
Out here in the pine, we're just animals
Not quite lions, not quite wolves
I've got my rifle, I got my forest wine
I got that high ground, up here in the pine
Fire, keep me warm, keep me till the dawn
The years just slip away, like some hidden prey
Somewhere behind me, in the brush waiting
Baby, I just keep hunting, sharpen my buck knife
Babe, I'll cut them down, take away what's mine
Lets go dancing beneath the northern lights
Tracks in the white snow, follow them all night
Babe I'm going to hunt you
I'm going to get to your heart
Baby I'm going to hunt you
Lead you straight to the dark
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North Of 58˚
08:21
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Black river bed, from the lungs of the undertow
Whitefish skeletons, scales flaking with the snow
Enter the catacomb of birchwood, of hoof and horn
The air trails a pallid horse
Six klicks to Fond Du Lac, through fog laden desert
Just six more klicks to anyone, or to no one at all
One hundred klicks to the shoreline, endless sapphire and pearl
Where chickweed and meadow grass burn in the wind
Are we under the sun, or are we under the moon?
It's too soon to tell, with all the gloom swelling in the sky
As far as my eye can see
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Taiga
04:36
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I've learned forgiveness,
I've seen fidelity
When I seek shelter, it's from my mother
The sun is spiraling,
Towards the mountains and the sea
Years are daedalean memories
Our fears of tomorrow, are our fears today
Our ghosts of tomorrow, are our ghosts today
I sense a darkness
Following me
I've learned resolve, from my father
My crown is greying
In the boreal forest
Green grass grows over my body
Our fears of tomorrow, are our fears today
Our ghosts of tomorrow, are our ghosts today
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Mount Lassen
05:06
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There is a silence
Deep in the hollow
Where the light skims
Conifer bones
Mount Lassen
The roosting moon,
Speckled plume
Baby, in the winter
You know I can get real low
When there are no more songs to sing
Because the birds have all gone home
Mount Lassen
Made of chimney smoke
And howling echoes
The days are stretching
The forest rising
Lake Helen
Starts thawing
Mount Lassen
My heart has bloomed
I pluck it for you
Down in that hollow
The heart keeps pumping
The lures are shining
The birds are returning
Mount Lassen
Where we made a home
It's where we rest our bones
It's where we'll rest our bones
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I wake up, and the dread sets in
Are the birds singing or crying?
Hell, I don't know.
I keep telling myself, "you're ok"
I can hear my mama say everything will be alright
The world won't wait around for you to make up your mind
So, willow, go on and hang down your head
It's alright to be sad from time to time
But the wind it does not whisper
No, it cries run, run, run
The night can be an empty, chilling thing
So sometimes I fill it up with music and wine
One for yesterday, one for tomorrow, the rest for today
I can hear my mama say everything will be alright
But the world won't wait around for you to make up your mind
So, willow, go on and hang down your head
It's alright to be sad from time to time
But the wind it does not whisper
No, it cries run, run, run
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