from the "return of" sessions, the companion to "the hill part 1"
I was born on the sunny side of a hill my ancestors had clawed up and left my mama screaming top of
And all who stretch before me in the sunlit glens of old with twinkles in their eyes they have that hill to hold
Even now, the dusty ruts that cut across this land-they left our wheels to wobble down them, they let us breathe again
Deep inside, the father’s call across the bland expanse find their targets waiting for them, a song so clearly sent
I was born before they cut that shining cord-looked into the doctor’s eyes, said: ”let me see that sword”
On and on we go the tune we stretch so thin-the melody of memory it wails from where we’ve been
Even now, the lightning land it rolls along for miles-it beckons to the tired wheels, the axles creak and die
Off and on the dusty ruts, the grasses and their sighs-head into the leeward stream, the force too great to fight
Older than the sands, Over all the blistered days
released November 5, 2013
guitars, vocal, drums, synths, drum machine, etc. patrick stolley. geek stuff: AAD recording, 24 track. Arp omni, Six Trak, Rick 4001, SR16, tape dropout around minute 3 (fun), hippie lettuce...
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