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Pastourelle

by Nomadic Attic

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1.
Been a long time since I tried to rule the world This road's fine, but slow And a big old sun rolling round the west It's not dark yet, but close Calling out all cowards never felt so good They'd hide out forever if they could The shine upon my armor might be red with rust Better off than blood or full of dust Older now than I've ever been before I don't talk so loud no more, no more But the long years are music to my ears Even the tears are pedal steel Might it be the song in me moves my mouth to sing? Kinda like a crown wears a king Maybe all the sound was here before we learned to breathe It sure does hang around when we leave
2.
Algeciras 03:31
The days keep me on fire Legs are ever tired I've got no intention of stopping Port out in the dark: Soot and salt and spark Light the ship heading for Morocco Though I go tomorrow, no reason in my mind I know I'll walk again on foreign time And though I fill with sorrow the leaving eve we sit I know that dock will dawn and I'll be on it Bum out in the shadow Drunk in alley hallowed Need sees relief beyond the sea Nothing left to give All the suds are through the sieve I pray grace pays in mirror cannon ways I know where you are back in stasis Your heart knocks against the fortress wall Let the soldiers ago; let mold upon the rampart grow Nothing new, I'm still out in the backyard Something's gotta let up The air is far too thick I smell the storm seeping through the window But words won't hold the weight of what I want to say I wish there were a key to fit this keyhole Here we go again looking further, Father, from the places we have known Till we come across what it was we lost: Ember in the blood and bone
3.
Californ 02:32
Maybe it's a bit unlike you To climb aboard a stranger's caravan But if we slip on past those men Who wave them guns to hold you under thumb We'll make a good run as Californians A good run to Californ The sun's the same old angry flame to me Just a touch more southern than you've seen The wind will blow, days will go Sing a song we used to know When we reach 29 Palms When we come as Californians As Californ The grain will wait until we reach the storm It's coming fast you know it's coming strong And all those nights lost in America I swear I'll leave em when we run When we run as Californians When we run from Californ
4.
September 01:46
5.
You've been around the block The knocking never stops Sound don't drown your fear of years of living on the clock Summer's on the lamb Now it's back again And you're deep in thought—you know I'm not A snake is feigning straight A break impending—wait Eyes to sky, pages, places ... anywhere you're not
6.
No Blues 03:18
Speak at me from the static 3,000 miles east Running deep in the shallows Staring up at the light Gotta be going somewhere Trains all take a track But I'm highway homeless Going nowhere fast No blues God is on the back road Wearing devil's clothes Never thought us falling All my devils rose Can you hear the music Whisper through the years Tender as your teardrop Flowing through my beard No blues So drink on Dionysus Bacchus get his back Let the chorus lift us Let your skies collapse And the river it will find us Boatman row slow One more song for harvest One kiss before we go No blues
7.
Pastourelle 03:45
Already out of my mind Feel so low but no more bad than last time But why so fast from my mind? Maybe I'm shallow to always bring home what I find On the porch, I saw the rock n roll in those eyes In the morning, the song was wrong, it was another rock n roll lullaby Fly on bird, fly south Search for a perch to sing us a song of yourself But why so fast from this house? It's been written, right there on the shelf Holy ghost, I know I'm swollen with sin Hold my hand, and hand in hand saints and devils will come marching in Already out of my mind Feel so low but no more bad than last time But why so fast from my mind? Maybe I'm shallow to always bring home what I find On the porch, I saw the rock n roll in those eyes In the morning, the song was wrong, it was another rock n roll lullaby
8.
You could be asking for the world You could be a hole in the wall You could be a switchblade And I would stay Today is a good day Blue skies and "Why nots?" Thoughts may cloud and the gray shroud But for now we've unwound the clocks Speak of little things The smell of home and the ghost it brings Light flash—black But bright through the ash: your candle eyes Symbols, rhythm and rhyme Tongue-twisting riddles and spells No help for telltales Ice was made to melt and time was made to fly Speak of little things The jug band and the song it sings Stomp the floor and moan: We're here, you're not alone
9.
I heard you talking in your sleep again Heard you saying how you feared the cold I tried to cover up your weakness But blankets wouldn't hold your body still; you kept on shivering alone Far from home Debt did make you pawn your soul again In the hotel room, a man disguised as Jesus took your clothes I wanted nothing but to heal those wounds But your body bent until it finally broke Far from home Don't lock up in your box full of hope and dream Time was made for better things—you don't seem to care Don't stock up all your wares; the day is growing dim Air was made for breathing, not wasting in despair I saw you floating down that stream again Arms were open wide like a drifting Mary Magdalene You struck the sea with startling energy I tried to drag you in but the current swept you down that dismal cove Far from home
10.
0s & 1s 03:19
Crazy talk, your shotgun flight Hitching north in a clown car The circus ablaze behind I'm strung out on whiskey and smoke I'd rather be a mule than stuck Rusting in the backyard while memory creeps up But you so filled up with fire Your fever has soared like the hawk Switch, click and motor run Synthetic skeleton king Everything on or off Staircase wave is the way Still you say, "Not far-fetched" I say, "I've been stretched too long Wrong upon the rack of influence Torn by stranger's songs" Hazy day, rain and wind, the sun blinking through at you I try to sing right of love but now the lightning comes
11.
Could you see the good in me while I sleep? Good never behaves like it should Flags aflame and now they wave in the morning wind To say: "We can forgive but we won't give in" World rob me blind—story fill my eyes The finest song is barely a breath in a long goodbye Black on white: the page is a part of my cage What's fear at first, now is the heart taming dark Finally time but mine is rolling on and on Wish it would slow but wishing don't make it so Burn off the chaff—rise, rise, rise The finest song is barely a breath in a long goodbye World rob me blind—story fill my eyes The finest song is barely a breath in a long goodbye

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Recorded in Queens, NY, and Sabella Studios, Roslyn Heights, NY

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released April 23, 2012

Musicians: Christian Lewis, Jack Beers, Fletch Tison, Tyson Lewis, Sean Gibson, Rob Racine, Ted O'Toole, Meredith Meyer, Bill Racine

Recording, editing, mixing, mastering: Bill Racine (www.allmusic.com/artist/bill-racine-mn0000073672/credits)

Cover photography: Christian Lewis

Art direction: Josh Fischer (www.joshfischerdesign.com)

Produced by Bill Racine and Christian Lewis

Copyright, Christian Lewis 2012

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