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To the Mountains
02:49
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Going to the mountains on my own
Goin to the forest overgrown
there’s a trail in the woods
where I know that life is good
in the mountains where I feel that I am home
Gonna build a home up in a tree
high up in the branches of a tree
the bird who soars the sky
can tell the reason why
the truth is in the healthy mountain breeze
Going to the mountains on my own
Goin to the forest overgrown
there’s a trail in the woods
where I know that life is good
in the mountains where I feel that I am home
got dealt a shady deal back in town
dealt a shady deal by a clown
the rocks and roots are real
no debts to be revealed
Dealt a shady deal back in town
Going to the mountains on my own
Goin to the forest overgrown
there’s a trail in the woods
where I know that life is good
in the mountains where I feel that I am home
gonna dip my feet in the mountain stream
Dip my dirty feet in the mountain stream
Get down in that cold water
Chilly + pristine
rest my feet and wake me from this dream
Going to the mountains on my own
Goin to the forest overgrown
there’s a trail in the woods
where I know that life is good
in the mountains where I feel that I am home
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2. |
Runaway Wild
04:48
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Another summer ends and the fall begins
I come out of the forest looking wild and raw
with blood stained pants and dirt bruised knees and paws
My eyes look up and my heart unfurls
I call you up to tell you what i saw, but you say run back to those hills that I know you choose
Runaway my love
Runaway wild
Everywhere I go I know you know
That my pavement ungulates with grace and rolls
over landscapes hard and soft that swallow me whole
but spit me out for they’re too great to know
Runaway my love
Runaway wild
Here I lay my worries down
Into the dead leaves and the moss of a cranberry bog
So I cast my line back into the watering hole
feel that sweet relief when I catch nothing at all
cause this fishing is like skipping a heavy stone
into a current big and slow like the Skagit flows
Runaway my love
Runaway wild
I'm still muddy from the crumbling cascades
where I've been tumbling and rumbling my way
in search of something vulnerable safe
to lead me from the forest to the grave
Here I lay my worries down
Into the dead leaves and the moss of a cranberry bog
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3. |
Black Walnut Trees
04:12
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Well the wind done blow through the black walnut trees
O baby release
The Black Walnuts quake in the Fraser Valley Breeze
O baby release
Well the fruit done fall from the black walnut leaves
O baby release
And the Ink done run from the black walnut sheaths
O baby release
Well the River’s run dry, what made the rain seize?
O baby release
Tell me the rain’s gonna fall before the first autumn freeze
O baby please
And the waters gonna flow towards the Salish Sea
O baby please
And the fish will swim upstream with fierce ease
O baby please
The black walnuts quake in the Fraser Valley breeze
O baby release
Well the wind done blow through the black walnut trees
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4. |
Price of Getting Old
03:31
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On a boat in the sea of the North Country,
you steer with the hands of an old ass man
You curse and groan, spit and moan,
backs hurtin you again. God damn
And you stare out the glass of a great tin can,
with the smell of sea and the sweat of man,
breath in deep, the kelp and heat,
longing for the land
I'll pay the price of getting old,
if i can get old all next to you
Rye whiskey in the palm of your hand,
your the simpleness of an honest man.
Black and white, like day and night,
keeping me between two lines
With a man at sea, I can still be me,
still love you when the day is through
that distance be no thing for me,
I'll see you when you’re through
I'll pay the price of getting old,
if I can get old all next to you
Next to you,
I pay the price of getting old
When the work is done and the days get cold,
you come on down to the land you own,
You curse and moan, spit and groan,
with a smile just the same
you build me a home in the countryside,
fruit trees and creeks by a mountainside
a tiny space with room to roam and ramble out the days
I'll pay the price of getting old,
if i can get old all next to you
next to you,
I pay the price of getting old
And I'll plant you a garden in the summertime,
while your far away setting those lines,
I'll boil it down, jar it up, store it just for you, I do
and I'll give you a bit of that summer shine,
a peach in a a jar mid wintertime.
That sweetness be my love for you,
preserved for all you do
I'll pay the price of getting old,
if I can get old all next to you
next to you,
I pay the price of getting old
As your big strong hands grow old and old ,
may they never lose their will to hold,
me all night with all their might,
I'm trusting you to know
I'll pay this price of getting old, as if I had a choice or two.
and when the sun sets on the cottonwood and the alderwood
I'll buck and limb those things for you
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5. |
Secrets
03:38
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The big bad wolf is coming up from behind
Loudly disagreeing all the time
This chunk of meat that I am stuck here chewing
The doctor offers pills that can subdue it
So why can’t I just behave
These secrets I will carry to my grave
And why do you haunt me still
For all I know you always will
I met a man with a dark and dingy face
he saw ghosts all around this place
He saw all the nasty tricks they were performing
He saw angels beat their wings in a sign of warning
So why can’t I just behave
These secrets I will carry to my grave
And why do you haunt me still
For all I know you always will
Bullies in the backyard evil plans are brewing
In the belly of the beastly bad thing they are grooming
We stay outside the border of the town
A safer place for me to simmer down
So why can’t I just behave
These secrets I will carry to my grave
And why do you haunt me still
For all I know you always will
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6. |
Madrona Tree
03:41
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Licorice fern fronds on my legs and my chest
Leaves in my mouth, Maple leaves in my mouth
Cockle shells as my knees and my joints are made of cedar
I have stones in my belly, river stones in my belly
Oh, the mountains and the sea dance gloriously
Separated by time and the ancient rhyme
But love waits patiently by the shore,
And under a Madrona tree
Eelgrass as my hair and zooplankton my freckles
I’ve got fins for paws, yeah, fins for paws
My blood is green and salty and my bones are coral too
A thumping heart of flesh, a heart of flesh for you
Oh, the mountains and the sea dance gloriously
Separated by time and the ancient rhyme
But love waits patiently by the shore,
And under a Madrona tree
photo: Ahmree dog
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7. |
Peach
04:55
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I drove on into Utah
Drove up to the edge
The red desert before me chilled me, but i drove on into it
I knew here I would find you honey hunting
For another lost doe
Machine gun in your hand with your finger on it
Bet that she don't know
You are a peach I'd like to eat
A young ripe peach, just outta reach
And I choose, I choose reaching for you
Like you are shade in the desert sun
An old weeping willow, a sweet mirage
And I choose, I choose reaching for you
A dead end road
I'm on it
I walked up to the wishing well, but it was all dried up
I shook the change from my pocket and put it in it
I could use some luck
I heard the sound of a hollow fall into a kiln of dirt and clay
I figured all of best good luck was used up
But I would try anyway
Cause you are a peach i’d like to eat
A young ripe peach just out of reach
And I choose, i choose reaching for you
Like you are shade in the desert sun
An old weeping willow, i sweet mirage
And i choose, i choose reaching for you
A dead end road
I'm on it
I lean into the wind and watch the water from the willow lift
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8. |
Talent in the Sky
03:37
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You reach for love, for ropes and hands
but silence lands like a monster in the ocean
No the folks
won't hold you back
you can't ignore the power of the motion
My darlin’ you have undiscovered gifts
you have talent in the sky
The road is long
and you struggle on
to the outward sound of your onward song
the gods in their high resting place
can't decide your fate
they're afraid of being wrong
My darlin’ you have undiscovered gifts
you have talent in the sky
it’s a heavy load
with the tragedy of
what normal does to someone so exceptional
the structure holds
but it can't control
what’s growing in the soil in your soul
My darlin’ you have undiscovered gifts
you have talent in the sky
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9. |
Foreign Country Farm
03:42
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I'm barefoot in the garden, my darlin
Long hair blowing in the breeze
and as abundant as my life is, my heart has been
long broken like these wings
Blackbird sings to me each morning his chorus
Wakes me up from distant dreams
and in this lovely moment, I forget
Under the covers, only me
Can't find my home
I've lost my way
come back babe
come back to stay
My minds’ lost in the fruit trees,
in those mango leaves
where you and i were all
all wrapped up in the hot heat, in that humid heat
On a foreign country farm
Can't find my home
I've lost my way
come back babe
come back to stay
You were the only home I knew
These gypsy legs give way and I come to
Now I'm planting me a garden, my darling
this soil is my plan
and I'll watch it grow as I grow and as you go
more distant from my hands
I'll find my home
I'll find my way
Some day babe
Cause I'm here to stay
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10. |
Making Our Way Home
04:01
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We’re all making our way home
In some way or another
Heaven, house or heart
Back to you, I’ll always roam
I pull into the drive, my smile’s a mile wide, I know this house, this place
When I left you then we were uncertain of distance, time and space
Two hours, two weeks, two months, however long that I’ve been gone
No matter the duration, home was my vocation all along
We’re all making our way home
In some way or another
Heaven, house or heart
Back to you, I’ll always roam
A huggin’ and a kissin’ on the porch, some scratchin’ behind the ears
I missed-the-dog-more but I love you too, let’s make that clear
The best part of leaving is coming back like a ripening peach or pear
Familiar things, but my heart it sings when I see you standing there
If I do recall, I fell so hard for you
I hit my head, woke up like lead, sabotage and reckless abandon
Break it before it breaks me, shake it before it shakes me
No need to ruin something that frees you
Cardamom and clove in sweet chai steeping on the stove,
Butter and onions in a cast iron skillet fill my soul
The chimneys clean and Falls a fiend for storms to fill the sky
The kindlings split, stacked bit-by-bit and we’ll stoke the fire all night
We’re all making our way home
In some way or another
Heaven, house or heart
Back to you, I’ll always roam
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11. |
Up in Flame
04:05
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Winters come and gone
Suitcase packed and the fires cold
Tires to the road,
Highway 5 headed North again
Though every storm we weathered
every winter ended
and goes up in flame
Goes up in flame
Baby I'm alone
I'm alone headed North again
breath in deep as I
watch Orion light up the sky
Because every storm we weathered
every winter ended
and goes up in flame
Winters' melt turns to dust and dries dry and dries hot
Mountains winds mix with heat and turn mud into peat
as you light your last cigarette, up on the tailgate,
you tell me I'm late
and I watch as that ember escapes
and goes up in flame
Every storm we weathered
Every winter ended
and goes up in flame
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Chumlilies Leavenworth, Washington
Formed in the winter of 2019 and sprouting from the Chumstick Valley, Chumlilies are a four piece string band from Leavenworth, Washington. Their inspiration comes from mountains, rivers, oceans, and the supportive community of the Wenatchee Valley. All members are vocalists, composers and multi-instrumentalists writing original tunes that swirl with harmonies, striking melodies, and vivid lyrics. ... more
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