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Redbird

by Honeyfoot

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1.
Redbird 05:05
feathers of the redbird so the story goes a little one with hope yeah, a little one with hope where has the fence gone, you used to sit on do you sense the ghost of the phantom wall? redbird, redbird, mm ain't no wood, 'n there ain't no saw redbird on the wall fire on them all redbird what brings you to this lonesome place doesn't it break your heart? don't it wet your face? redbird, redbird, mm ain't no fence worth leaning on redbird on the wall fire on them all redbird what cloud surrounds? what snuffed your song? what melody is swallowed, strangled and repudiated? redbird, mmm carry on, your song ain't gone redbird, oh, remember sister, burn redder! redbird redbird on the wall fire on them all redbird feathers of the redbird so that story goes a little one with hope yeah, a little one with hope
2.
The Rising 04:42
softly spoken, underneath subtle language subtlety colors on the breeze, just colors on the breeze and of all of the bones in all of the seas painted fingers, painted keys paint memories haunting of all of the men of all of the foreign she picked the one person comes the rising comes the time from the knees the slaves to the weary spine what nonsense is coming? it don’t feel so hot of all of the answers no question’s for naught? under the threat of sacred pace of feelings that haven’t greatly changed of doing something new not new in the sense that it’s never been seen or done just new in the sense that it’s fresh to one’s core maybe only ever softly spoken before it’s just new it’s new it’s new it’s new but it’s not new it’s a bore tedious nothing more than recurring the tide’s always returning the same old tracks idly blurring tips grow green veins won’t bleed trunks may brown skin may fade unhidden constants yearn to shake, rock ‘n roll, remain and change shake :: rock ‘n roll :: remain :: change and of all of the dancers, whose story will play?
3.
in the midst of every color, every sound to be so still it takes a lot you’ve got time to kill you’ve got years of your life you’ve got everything you could want you’ve got time, my dear, you’ve got years for fun in the face of every message, every post up on that wall it takes a lot close your eyes and ears to those who’ve lost heart and remember the child from the start look inside, my dear, ‘till you reach the heart don’t bother whining how the grass’s been growing greener over there just take a walk if you leave today, get up and roam away you can have the say that you want though it’s hard to say goodbye, to those who you love it ain’t forever it’s just for so long, my child, your story’s just begun somehow from the middle of this crowd i find the world’s just not so loud it’s not so loud silent sounds, as opposed to ornery vocals from ornerier locals, abound though the cities screech with fancy machines and other means to bring them sleep by the end of the week, and i’m not weak for thinking i’m not weak for slowing down just to hear the silence of the sound
4.
Summer fell’n autumn woke He war left a’ murnin’ Lady cawed him to the door ‘n sing’t the day is dawnin’ Sing’t the day is dawnin’ Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song ‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’ My lady lou is lang ‘n gane ‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Willie war the nigh’ e’er lang na day ‘twad ken such sorrow Yer Lady Lou ‘s lang bin gane Ay tho I bring tha’ morrow Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song ‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’ My lady lou is lang bin gane ‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Stand ye up, man, hear my plea Come walk by me this morn’ Lady lou didna teuk frae thee Whit coud be yers by ther neist muin Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song ‘n a’ ken the day is dawnin’ My lady lou is lang ‘n gane ‘n nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Nou a’ lie ‘n murnin’ Stan’ ye’ up fair lad, fair lad Fer I brung by me this a’way Frae o’er yonder dowie den Fair Maiden of tha’ hollow We’re rade o’er thaim high, high hills ‘n throu them fields o’ thorn Come up upo’ thaes fauch ‘ol fell Come tae yer dreary door We left ahin not’ta once not’ta twice But thrice oor pecks in gold We left’em by not’ta one not’ta twa But three my young’ns grown Three my young’ns grown Ay a’ hear yer fair lady song ‘n a’ ken the bonnie lass My lady lou is lang ‘n gane The daurk shanna e’er pass The daurk shanna e’er pass Willie lay’d by day, by day ‘n woud’na open tha’ door No lady woud he e’er allou ta’ plead ‘a him na’mair Ta’ plead ‘a him na’mair Willy lay’d by night, by night All lay’d out in his best His whittl’d heart sits naer ta’ him A’white an’ lay’d ta’ rest A’white an’ lay’d ta’ rest
5.
c'mon, sweet willy, won’t you walk on down my road? i got places to see, and i don’t want to see ‘em alone. well c'mon, lord henry, won’t you read this book by me? we got lessons to learn far beyond what the eye can see. c'mon, loretta, won’t you break this bread i baked? ‘cause the seasons done changed, and all my friends done moved away. c'mon, old friend, won’t you lead me by the hand? ‘cause i’m open of mind, and i’m loose, i’m loose, oh, of the plan.
6.
Silver Lake 06:10
rain’s been coming down for hours smoke and fire spinning shadows heads hiked in with dread and doubt none of that remains with us now aloft this bow pass the bottle until you don’t roasting apples until they won’t pitch a sail, and we’ll fly away off this mountain into the lake into the lake we saw silver and gold we felt slivers of hope miles above the grind stories overhead you’ll find stones upon stones up from there the height to which we gladly climb we’ll climb less is more among the leaves so leave your things below the breeze air smells different off the ground passing through, a phantom sound and we are neither lost nor found we lay in peace, our souls well fed while the wind shakes our bones like a water bed blessed by the freedom of the Greens we wear our stories on our sleeves but you are the leaf that left the leaves and if in one place you must be, better to be of the trees plucked from the branch, you float swept by the dance that somewhere’s blowing we saw silver and gold we felt slivers of hope

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A very special thanks to many halfway-decent American bourbons, without which, this album may never have been made.

A huge thanks to the roommates over at Pearl St, who put up with incessant 'rising' and 'mourning' for months, and to our friends and fans in Camberville and our families back home for the love and support! We love ya!

Your purchases, donations and contributions will greatly help us pay for the production of this EP as well as our future albums and projects. Thank You!

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released April 5, 2017

Artwork by Gillian Grogan
All songs arranged and performed by Honeyfoot
All lyrics and music written by Gillian Grogan ©2015
Produced by Gillian Grogan and Ben Bloomberg
Engineered, recorded and mixed by Ben Bloomberg and Brian Mayton

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