Old Seattle after the fire...the family violin and history of our ancestors coming to Seattle, meeting up and marrying into the Boyle clan who arrived 1888....
lyrics
"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..."
credits
from Timberbeast Town,
released December 10, 2022
Bob Antone vocals, guitar and original composition 2002
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023