Redbird

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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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Track Name: Redbird
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
Track Name: The Rising
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?
Track Name: Mindful Matter, Silent Sounds
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
Track Name: Fair William's Mourn
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
Track Name: C'mon Ol' Friend
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.
Track Name: Silver Lake
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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