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Asleep in the Orchard
07:34
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ghost, asleep in the orchard
with fruit hanging ripe and low
they're begging you go
cold, deep in the orbit
your lights come calling you home
they’re begging you go
asleep in the orchard
son of Ohio
they’re begging you to go
you could be the journey
but you never wanted that call
ramble beyond
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2. |
Mush! Carry Me Home
06:57
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set north bearing straight ahead
mend your masts and bury your dead
fill the hull with ancient bones and candle wax
stalk the gam
watch the white take hold of our ship
the keel in its grip
feel the bow split
this ice will carry me home
overland over sea I’ll run
these dogs will tow my bones
through the wind through the snow I’ll go
till golden gates unfold
overland over sea my road
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3. |
A Graceless Shuffle
04:48
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wheels kicking dust
sixty feet pounding the earth
an orchard in view
begging the hungry to purge
drunk on the rot
breath in the dust
sing to the sun
all that’s left is to run
I feel my legs giving out again
leave me to the dust
burning barrels on my lips
and poison in my blood
I hear the pack closing in
let me run
dogs on their heels
feral and clear
urging me on
all that’s left is to run
I feel my legs giving out again
leave me to the dust
burning barrels on my lips
and strychnine in my blood
I hear the pack closing in
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4. |
The Lonesome Sound
06:39
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wait while the buzzards pick at your bones
the sound of the engine tears at the road
fog moving in, rolling me home
Breaking your back while you toil in the dirt
black as tobacco losing it’s worth
leaves hanging green waiting to dry
hold your head up high
let in the lonesome
let out the lie
a day draped in gold
till the thunder it rolls
a stone in your sole
builds a road you should know
I gave what I wanted to hold you close
a day draped in gold
a stone builds the road
hold your head up high
let in the lonesome
let out the lie
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5. |
Kindled Green
05:44
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anointed in the arms of the untried
with lifted hands it’s lapping at the tide
rain joins the gust and brine
it ran from better lands and brighter hills
to taste the alkaline
the well drank away my crimes
and in the grass we wore a path of rut
to roam away the blight
you’re pulling up the wildflowers like weeds
breathing in the black of kindled green
praying for the rust to polish clean
you’re planting husks and swallowing the seeds
to taste the alkaline
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In the Black Fir
07:35
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a garden calling for feet to walk it
while cicadas hum from evenings shade
A sanctuary draped in pollen
and dressed in timber frame
the broken glass shimmer
in the midnight distance is
living lightning's mate
in glowing black
I washed the dusty leaves
and felt the daze begin to fade
misty morning I walked the gravel
and tore the paw paws from the trees
and in the grape vines spitting seeds aside
the sweetness in my teeth
the broken glass shimmer
in the midnight distance is
living lightning's mate
in the black fir
I washed her dusty claws
and felt the daze begin to fade
red dirt in the claws I hold
black fur of the one I know
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BASK Asheville, North Carolina
Letter to the listener:
Progressive; heavy; psychedelic; americana, have all been used to describe Bask.
Truth is, we want rhythm heard for miles, melodies remembered for weeks and an honesty and sincerity felt to your bones. Most of all we want you to listen without concern for what you are hearing. To listen only for the sake of hearing.
Esse Quam Videri,
Bask
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