1. |
Golden Years
02:34
|
|||
|
"I'll never forget you, the way that you loved me. The good times that we had, we had with each other. I'll never forget you, as long as I'm living. The good things that we had, the gifts that were given. It feels like you're long gone, but you're only missing. I'll never forget you as long as I'm living. The things that you told me, the things that were given. I know that you loved me like no other woman. I hope that I gave you some years that were golden. Escape from your dark past all hopeless and broken..."
|
||||
2. |
Haunted Voices
03:00
|
|||
|
"Go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices...Go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices. The mountain and the miner, ranger 49 er found the gold then got old, found the gold then got old...Tom was a hooker hooked the trees broke his knees, my life is over, that's what he told her, my life is over, that's what he told her. Joe was an Injun, whiskey and a pigeon, he's buried in the water in the village of his father, he's buried in the water in the village of his father.
Go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices.
go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices...
John worked for Boeing putting airplanes in the sky. John's wife was Sarah and she's at her husbands side...good wife Sarah, at her husband's side...Good wife Sarah, at her husband's side...this town it is changing it is growing far and wide...farewell to the rivers the forests and the sky...farewell to the rivers, the forests and the sky...
Go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices...
Go see the wilderness, listen to the haunted voices...
|
||||
3. |
Cedar Falls
02:16
|
|||
4. |
1893
02:52
|
|||
|
"This is our land, this is our song, from wagon trails to Evergreens, to mining towns to waterfalls, this is our land this is our song, this is our land this is our song.
In 18 hundred 90 three my mother's fathers father came to a northwest town. in his arms he brought with him and instrument a violin a train Seattle bound...a train Seattle bound. They built the town with tons of bricks, workman with an Irish wit, fires lit the ground. They covered shells and totem poles, cedar logs and sandy shores, drove them spirits down...drove them spirits down.
This is our land, this is our song, from wagon trails to Evergreens, from mining towns to waterfalls, this is our land, this is our song, this is our land this is our song.
His fiddle is a devilbox, I wind it up and make it talk it sings into the night, I hear it speaking in my dreams cluttered voces never seen the room is filled with sound...the room is filled with sound. Way back when when dreams were young and towns were small in black and white I saw you standing there. Do you hear your grandma call, in the box or in the bow the light will shine in you...the light will shine in you...
This is our land, this is our song, from wagon trails to Evergreens, from mining towns to waterfalls, this is our land, this is our song, this is our land this is our song..."
|
||||
5. |
Fire and Smoke
01:47
|
|||
|
I could tell you a story I could tell you a tale...of my life full of hardship the foolish the failed...I could tell you of starving, I could tell you of pain...I could rub it all in until nothing remains. I could break it all down to my poor generation, whine like a bitch on a paid for vacation...I could tell you some stories, make you all choke, burn down this small town make fire and smoke...cause I got friends up and down this town in many shapes and sizes...some are fat and some are brown and some they wear disguises...
I could stand up for women and all that they rule, I could laugh at the men and call out the fool, I could cry about trees the rich and their houses, and poor fattened cattle milked out and murdered.
I could pretend that I care about popular issues, kiss lots of ass and weep into tissues, and maybe just maybe and maybe just then, I'd be paid to play music for my Hollywood friends, I'd be played to play music for my Hollywood friends...cause I got friends up and down this town in many shapes and sizes...some are fat and some are brown and some they wear disguises....
|
||||
6. |
Tahoma
03:43
|
|||
|
'I dance on your graves I juggle your bones...up from the earth and over the telephone...you take back your homes you take back your homes...on the shores of seaweed and in foam...
Chinese pottery carved into spears...animals guard the door...at the base of Tahoma, bones and rattles and folklore...
I dance on your graves I juggle your bones...up from the earth and over the telephone...you take back your homes you take back your homes...on the shores of seaweed and in foam...
Families scattered into the hills...villages and totems so tall...was it better worse or the same...before computers and strip malls...
I dance on your graves I juggle your bones...up from the earth and over the telephone...you take back your homes you take back your homes...on the shores of seaweed and in foam....
|
||||
7. |
Driving the Overland
04:28
|
|||
8. |
Back Rattle Beat
03:34
|
|||
|
"Take the native drum...and the old time sound...the blues man's rage and the haunted towns...it's the railroad lines 'long the Puget Sound...It's the visions in my dreams...
It's the men that lived, it's the men that died...it's a coal miner's black and dust filled eyes...on the day they blew up the mountainside...it's the visions in my dreams...
it's you and me, looking back to the times...making sense of the past why they made that climb...before they cover it all for the sake of a dime...it's the vision in my dreams...
So let the rattles shake...and the old men sing...the women dance and the iron ring...let the stories tell about everything...let the stories tell about everything...it's Back-Rattle-Beat..."
|
||||
9. |
Holes in the Sun
02:53
|
|||
|
"Jesus must have heard me I prayed for you to come...like flowers in the desert flowers in the sun...your eyes are made of darkness yet I fear no one...
Black is the color of holes in the sun...drifting I'm changing the two become one...Black is the color of holes in the sun...
I can't explain the things that I see, shadows in the darkness voices in the street, your spirit is moving deep down inside me...
Black is the color of holes in the sun...drifting I'm changing the two become one...black is the color of holes in the sun...
Long ago, in the garden, you found a fruit a fruit so rare, you gave it to me the snake was watching...shall I go down there?
Behind your eyes it is a mystery, could be flowers or goodness there...could be fire could be fear...shall I go down there?
Help me I'm burning, burning like the sun...
I still can't explain the things that I see, you in my arms and eternity...your laughter and beauty run deep inside me...
Black is the color of holes in the sun, drifting I'm changing the two become one...Black is the color of holes in the sun..."
|
||||
10. |
Kiss the Children
02:23
|
|||
|
"Kiss the children touch their hair...no my sons I won't leave you there...behind the mountain...
All the days wasted that could have been, while the drunken and stolen throw fists at your head...night time and softness my face on your breast...in this modern day world of the rich and the dead...
Kiss the children touch their hair...no my sons I won't leave you there...behind the mountain...
The way that you told me with your eyes all in red...the fire beneath me the faces in our bread...demons and angels the voice of the dead...while blackberries strangle this long lonesome road...
Kiss the children touch their hair...no my sons I won't leave you there...behind the mountain..."
|
||||
11. |
Gold Mountain
02:52
|
|||
12. |
Lost and Found
03:25
|
|||
|
"Build the house...knock it down...my love for you is lost and found...
Take down the trees and send down the line...if you're alive you're making good time...raise up your family and raise up your home...
Build the house...knock it down...my love for you is lost and found...
My father was born in a scattered mill town...men hated each other that Timberbeast Town...in the bars they ramble...about the good ol' ground...
Build the house...knock it down...my love for you is lost and found..."
|
||||
13. |
Tomorrow Brings Another
03:00
|
|||
|
"You promise more of everything like shards of glass and silver...take me while you can my love tomorrow brings another...my heart is beating slow and down waiting on the edge of town...people watching every move tomorrow brings another...stay away from my trouble...stay away for some time...I'm in love with that girl she's wild and she's wise...softly she's singing her broken lullaby...
I could lay down your bed of coals, nights would burn like fire...take it down and make the sound...tomorrow brings another...stay away from my trouble...stay away for some time...I'm in love with that girl she's wild and she's wise....softly she's singing her broken lullaby...
You promise more of everything like shards of glass and silver...take me while you can my love tomorrow brings another...my heart is beating slow and down waiting on the edge of town...will you marry marry me...tomorrow brings another...
Stay away from my trouble...stay away for sometime...I'm in love with that girl...she's wild and she's wise...softly she's singing her broken lullaby...."
|
||||
14. |
Your Mean Old Man
02:17
|
|||
|
"I know your daddy he's a bad bad man...he's been drinking and he broke his arm again...but don't you worry cause the crew is almost gone...a logging town...with a nice front lawn...a logging town...with a nice front lawn...
You've got convenience and the Starbucks bean...you've got a tavern that's sporty and clean...they took the beast that lived out in the woods...took him to the trash and burned him where he stood...took him to the trash and burned him where he stood...
So don't you worry about your mean old man...he can't touch you or your brand new plan...and don't you worry cause the crew is almost gone...your mean old man and his scrappy ass son...your mean old man and his scrappy ass son..."
|
||||
15. |
Pennies on the Fountain
02:43
|
|||
|
"Chinese worker...works down at the mill...brother's on the railroad...blasting out the hill...family is waiting other side of the world...I see you in the forest...I hear you by the river...are buried on the mountain...like pennies in the fountain...
Man from Sweden...master of the woods...drove his oxen...drove him where he could...sent logs down the river to the mill on the shore...
I see you in the forest....I hear you by the river...are buried on the mountain...like pennies in the fountain...
Humble farmer...came from Vietnam...grew fine fruit on his little farm...sold them at the market took the truck out of the barn...
I see you in the forest...I hear you by the river...are buried on the mountain...like pennies in the fountain..."
|
||||
16. |
No Reprise
03:13
|
|||
|
"I love the way you hold me...oh you rock me through the night...I love the way you told me...when you told me not to fight...and when you hit me...you hit me right...Oh kiss me in the evening...touch me with your drunken lies...kiss me in the evening...curse me with your crazy eyes...and when you leave me...leave me no reprise...this town...this town...tried to drag us down but we fought them...the rain and the cold and the hateful little words oh we bought them...now the time is gone and we'll both be moving on and I love you...I remember all the love in your eyes...I remember all the love in your eyes..."
|
||||
17. |
10,000 Miles Away
05:36
|
|||
|
Chorus: "Love is a sword and it cuts into darkness...truth is a shield that strengthens and hardens...purpose is armor that glitters and shines...only the strongest will this world survive...only the strongest will this world survive..."
|
||||
18. |
Loose Change
03:08
|
|||
|
"My critics say I haven't lived what I sing of today...they say I'm old fashioned pretentious and tame...they ask where is the blood...where is the gore...where is the drama...the soap opera whore...where is the beatings...where is the poor...where is that fat guy did he break down the door...where is the sound of the looting of stores...where is the blood...where is the gore...I say to them loose change do you need some loose change...you know you look like a bum with your life in the drain...Loose Change...loose change...do you need some loose change...you know you look like a bum with your life in the drain...
To these fine critics I most comfortably say...I kept those things secret and how did you know...that all those things happened a year or so...a year or so ago...and after all this I say to you all...isn't it your life you should focus and fix...conquer your fears...learn special tricks...believe in yourself and get rid of your ticks...I say to them loose change do you need some loose change...you know you look like a bum with your life in the drain...loose change loose change do you need some loose change...you know you look like a bum with your life in the drain..."
|
||||
Bob Antone North Bend, Washington
If you like Bob Antone, you may also like:
Whispery indie folk from the UK, “Hard Work” cradles soft and gentle vocal melodies in a nest of acoustic guitars.
go to album
Overvalued Ideas
by Shaking Chains
Charmingly wonky, danceable post-punk from Manchester with a pop heart and the soul of protest folk.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 10, 2014
go to album
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art.
go to album
Wry songs from this Washington artist that recall the homespun charm of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Remember That I Love You
by Kimya Dawson
For the next week, proceeds from Kimya Dawson’s albums on Bandcamp will go to the family of Charleena Lyles.
go to album
