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The King is Dead

Released January 2011

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  1. Don’t Carry It All

    Don’t Carry It All

    Here we come to a turning of the season
    Witness to the arc towards the sun
    A neighbor’s blessed burden within reason
    Becomes a burden borne of all and one

    And nobody, nobody knows
    Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
    Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all
    We are all our hands and holders
    Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
    And this I swear to all

    A monument to build beneath the arbors
    Upon a plinth that towers t’wards the trees
    Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard
    Lay its head on summer’s freckled knees

    Chorus

    A there a wreath of trillium and ivy
    Laid upon the body of a boy
    Lazy will the loam come from its hiding
    And return this quiet searcher to the soil

    So raise a glass to turnings of the season
    And watch it as it arcs towards the sun
    And you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason
    And your labors will be born when all is done

    Chorus

  2. Calamity Song

    Calamity Song

    Had a dream
    You and me and the war of the end-times
    And I believe
    California succumbed to the fault line
    We heaved relief
    As scores of innocents died

    And the Andalusian tribes
    Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
    ‘Til all that remain is the arms of the angels

    Hetty Green
    Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
    (Know what I mean?)
    On the road
    It’s well advised that you follow your own bag
    In the year of the chewable Ambien tab

    And the Panamanian child
    Stands at the dowager empress’ side
    And all that remain is the arms of the angels
    And all that remain is the arms of the angels

    When you’ve receded into loam
    And they’re picking at your bones
    We’ll come home

    Quiet now
    Will we gather to conjure the rain down?
    Will we now
    Build a civilization below ground?
    And I’ll be crowned the community kick-it-around

    Chorus

  3. Rise To Me

    Rise To Me

    Big mountain, wide river
    There’s an ancient pull
    These tree trunks, these stream beds
    Leave our bellies full

    They sing out:
    I am going to stand my ground
    You rise to me and I’ll blow you down
    I am going to stand my ground
    You rise to me and I’ll blow you down

    Hey Henry can you hear me?
    Let me see those eyes
    This distance between us
    Can seem a mountain size

    But boy:
    You are going to stand your ground
    They rise to you, you blow them down
    Let me see you stand your ground
    If they rise to you, you blow them down

    My darling, my sweetheart
    I am in your sway
    To cold climes comes springtime
    So let me hear you say

    My love:
    I am going to stand my ground
    They rise to me and I’ll blow them down
    I am going to stand my ground
    They rise to me and I’ll blow them down

  4. Rox in the Box

    Rox in the Box

    Get the rocks in the box
    Get the water right down to your socks
    This bulkhead’s built of fallen brethren bones

    We all do what we can
    We endure our fellow man
    And we sing our songs to the headframes’ creaks and moans

    And it’s one two three
    On the wrong side of the lee
    What were you meant for?
    What were you meant for?
    And it’s seven eight nine
    You get your shuffle back in line
    And if you ever make it to ten you won’t make it again

    And you won’t make a dime
    On this gray Granite Mountain Mine
    Of dirt you’re made and to dirt you will return

    So while we’re living here
    Let’s get this little one thing clear
    There’s plenty of men to die; you don’t jump your turn

    Chorus

  5. January Hymn

    January Hymn

    On a winter’s Sunday I go
    To clear away the snow
    And green the ground below

    April all an ocean away
    Is this the better way to spend the day?
    Keeping the winter at bay

    What were the words I meant to say before you left?
    When I could see your breath lead
    Where you were going to
    Maybe I should just let it be
    And maybe it will all come back to me
    Sing: O January O

    How I lived a childhood in snow
    And all my teens in tow
    Stuffed in strata of clothes

    Pale the winter days after dark
    Wandering the gray memorial park
    A fleeting beating of hearts

    What were the words I meant to say before she left?
    When I could see her breath lead
    Where she was going to
    Maybe I should just let it be
    And maybe it will all come back to me
    Sing: O January O

  6. Down by the Water

    Down by the Water

    See this ancient riverbed
    See where all my folly’s led
    Down by the water and down by the old main drag

    I was just some tow-head teen
    Feeling ‘round for fingers to get in between
    Down by the water and down by the old main drag

    The season rubs me wrong
    The summer swells anon
    So knock me down, tear me up
    But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
    Down by the water and down by the old main drag

    Sweet descend this rabble ‘round
    The pretty little patter of a seaport town
    Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

    All dolled up in gabardine
    The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen
    Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

    Chorus

  7. All Arise!

    All Arise!

    Baby wants a new spin
    Baby wants a broken heart
    Hear you found the lynchpin
    To keep it all from falling apart

    But you keep on rolling
    Yes you keep on rolling
    Keep on rolling
    You keep on rolling

    Better find a way
    Better kick it from your big brown eyes
    I hear it tightens up
    When you fall at the fifteenth try

    Like a ship at ocean
    Like a ship at ocean
    Like a ship at ocean
    Like a ship at sea

    You spit thick and you cross your heart
    But the culvert’s all run dry
    From keeping shotgun-shy
    All arise!  I’ll just be mine tonight

    So the dollar shop shoppers
    Broke the lock and they knocked you down
    Better call the coppers
    If you need someone to push you around

    But you keep on stealing
    You keep on stealing
    Yes, you keep on stealing
    ‘Til there’s nothing left to steal

    Chorus

  8. June Hymn

    June Hymn

    Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day
    Heralding a summer’s early sway
    And all the bulbs all coming in
    To begin
    The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
    Disrupts my reverie again

    Pegging clothing on the line
    Training jasmine how to vine
    Up the arbor to your door
    And more
    You’re standing on the landing with the war
    You shouldered all the night before

    And once upon it
    The yellow bonnets
    Garland all the lawn
    And you were waking
    And day was breaking
    A panoply of song
    And summer comes to Springville Hill

    A barony of ivy in the trees
    Expanding out its empire by degrees
    And all the branches burst to bloom
    In the boom
    Heaven sent this cardinal maroon
    To decorate our living room

    Chorus

    And years from now when this old light
    Isn’t ambling anymore
    Will I bring myself to write
    “I give my best to Springville Hill”

    Chorus

  9. This is Why We Fight

    This is Why We Fight

    Come the war
    Come the avarice
    Come the war
    Come hell

    Come attrition
    Come the reek of bones
    Come attrition
    Come hell

    And this is why
    Why we fight
    Why we lie awake
    This is why
    This is why we fight
    And when we die
    We will die
    With our arms unbound
    This is why
    This is why we fight
    Come hell

    Bride of quiet
    Bride of all unquiet things
    Bride of quiet
    Bride of hell

    Come the archers
    Come the infantry
    Come the archers
    Of hell

    Chorus
    So come to me
    Come to me now
    Lay your arms around me
    This is why
    This is why we fight
    Come hell

  10. Dear Avery

    Dear Avery

    Dear Avery
    I think of you only
    Were you waving
    Were you dead on the vine?

    Oh Avery
    To think of you lonely
    Would I could just grab you
    By the nape of your neck

    There are times life will rattle your bones
    And will bend your limbs
    But you’re still far and away the boy you’ve ever been
    So you bend back and shake at the frame
    Of the frame you made
    (But don’t you shake alone)
    Please, Avery, come home

    Head strong
    You and your long arms
    Listing lazily
    On the cusp of your teens

    But you were my Avery
    And when you needed saving
    I could just grab you
    By the nape of your neck

    Chorus