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Shores of Erewhon

(Woodpile Records release, May 13, 2013)


Wreck On The Highway

there’s a wreck on the highway tonight
there’s a wreck in my town, there’s a wreck on my block
there’s a wreck in my house tonight
and the wreck on the highway is all right
we might walk away tonight from the wreck on the highway

Saturday morning we had big plans
throw some food in a basket and go to the country with our friends
we was gonna have some big fun you bet
I don’t know why I put the .44 in with the cigarettes
I just didn’t know it would play like a wreck on the highway

Saturday morning we parked the car
I remember the sun shining down but it looked like a star
when it happened I couldn’t hear
I didn’t see it coming not even in the rear view mirror
I just didn’t know that day about the wreck on the highway

there’s a wreck on the highway tonight
there’s a wreck in my town, there’s a wreck on my block
there’s a wreck in my house tonight
and the wreck on the highway is all right
we might walk away from the wreck
the wreck on the highway

 

Shores of Erewhon

I see by your outfit you’ve got the right stuff
by the bruise on your horse lips I see that you’re tough
by the marks on your boots I see you’ve been rough
I see by the look in your eye that nothing
is ever enough

you worship the altar of mark-throughs and slurs
raised in the briars and brambles and burrs
your back country ways you left at the door
you check like a scorecard your mind where nothing
is sure

a hat of newspapers you wear on your head
the headlines obscured by a crown of pure lead
your forehead the color that fell down the stair
you lie like a nun on the shores
of nowhere

your people stare at me in iron shackles bound
you roll out the red like a wheel in your town
I have not a pistol nor even a dime
you can see in your crystal I’m guilty and thin
like a mime

your feathers are ruffled by the smallest of things
trouble takes flight in your brain and just sings
you cannot escape it through fun or finesse
your wings are weathered but worth
nothing less

 

E.S.L.

basil is a word sometimes mispronounced
Basil is Sherlock Holmes

said S – H – E – R – L – O – C - K

and you know I could care less
I couldn’t

basil is a word sometimes mispronounced
Basil is Sherlock Holmes

and you know I could care less
I couldn’t

irregardless

 

Catatonic

she gets catatonic if she can’t give a cat a tonic
she’s got a ring on her finger that’s morosely Masonic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
there’s a lift in her linger that’s lately laconic

she gets so dramatic if you dewdrop your duelamatic
but her freak is fantastic at least to a fanatic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
she’s easily distracted by deez and doze and dis and datic

she’s got a belt in her bugle that’s been lately Byronic
and a mute in her meltdown that’s minutely moronic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
there’s a swish in her swelter so sweetly symphonic

she gets dogmatic if you try to give her dog static
she’s got a bat in her belfry or was it her attic?
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
there’s an owl in her upstairs honestly automatic

she’s got a plague in her playground that was briefly bubonic
and the chrome on her kisser is consistently chronic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
there’s an ilk in her illness that’s inertly iconic

she dreams of Atlantis if you pray to a praying mantis
and her spurs go on welfare if you can’t give a helping hantis
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
then she screams like a screwball and rips and runs and raves and rantis

she was sad in her sandbox and succinctly sardonic
but there’s a hoot in her hoopla happily hydroponic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
there’s a fissure in her future that’s sufficiently phonic

there’s a fish in her gym bag orgiastically antic
and some fruit in her flashbulb flamboyantly frantic
Little Miss Offit is on it today
she drinks champagne with her curds and whey
and the mush in her Merzbau sailed across the Atlantic

 

Lava

I see lava as far as I can see
I see lava as far as I can see

ash on my back my head is gray
still in the heat and I walked all day
if I could only find me the water
I might get away

I see lava as far as I can see
I see lava as far as I can see

It cuts through buildings, dirt, rocks, water and trees
if you stand stationary it'll cut your knees
you got to keep moving you can't stand tough
no one on earth is cool enough
to stop this stuff
face the facts brother
lava is your enemy

I see lava as far as I can see
I see lava as far as I can see

You stand on the dresser then you jump to the chair
somehow you get both of your feet on there
then you swing on the curtain over onto the bed
don’t touch the floor that's what I said
it's lava!
face the facts brother
lava is your enemy

I see lava as far as I can see
I see lava as far as I can see

lava

Bargain Hunter

I am just a martyr on my own little path to god
if you want to we can barter
between Jesus and Jihad
I’ve got you in my crosshairs
you’re a picture in my mind
when I destroy your arms and legs
it won’t be unkind

I am just someone you’ll see in the yellow light so low
a flash of recognition granted
just before I go
yes you’ll remember me my friend
the remainder of your life
and you’ll recall a face reflected
in a silver butter knife

I stand here in the shadows with a vision in my hand
on a trail of tears built in four years
I hope you understand
that mercy is as mercy does
in a mercenary land
and that in the instant when we meet
you’ll know who I am

I am a bargain hunter with a pocket full of cash
and when I’m done you can always hope
you’ve got a few teeth left to gnash
I can hear the nails of both your hands
on the street begin to scratch
a quiet word that goes unheard
like the striking of a match

Funny Bone

I have a funny bone at home
I keep it by the phone

I have a funny bone at home
I keep it by the phone

I have a funny bone at home
I keep it by the phone

and when I’m home alone
I play with my telephone

I have a fuzzy face someplace
I keep it in my space

I have a fuzzy face someplace
I keep it in my space

I have a fuzzy face someplace
I keep it right in my space

and when I’m in my space
I play with my telephone

I have an ice cream cone at home
I keep it by the phone

I have an ice cream cone at home
I keep it right by the phone

I have an ice cream cone
I keep it really pretty close to the phone

and when I’m home alone
I play with my telephone

Far Away

this is the story about how Chuck went to bible camp
he went to hear the word but to him it just felt like a cramp
the bible peoples heads was stuck up inside the cold and damp
and they couldn’t see nothing not even with a real good lamp

every day Chuck would go far away
the bible people would come and they’d say are you doing OK
he’d say I’m doing OK and they’d go away

yeah, this is the story about how Chuck went to bible camp
he went to hear the word but he wound-ed up more like getting amped
so he asked his counselor if maybe he could have a stamp
and he wrote his mom a letter said I really like bible camp

that was the story about how Chuck went to bible camp

Rocket

like it always happens time for you to go
you get to watch those fingers tie it in a bow
you always knew that it would come but you didn’t really know
you’d get to watch it for so long
how could you know

the sunshine on your tablecloth that’s your favorite thing
it comes in fast through the glass and touches everything
the shadow of your coffee cup is a crater on the moon
you’re in a rocket blasting off
and it’s leaving soon

your eyes open and its dawn
where did that day go
you have a feeling that you know from a long time ago
still and all you’re really here
that’s all you really know

Burning Lamps

I deal in floats
she deals in ties
some cards with coats
of arms signified
her hand rests on the top card
she’s on her guard

this empty street
well lit by night
no one walks near
just you in sight
one hundred burning lamps
are not waiting for the dead to rise

my throat has wings
will my words fly
head of a pin
ain’t no needles eye
I been talking to you for years
but this time the night has a thousand ears

Us and Them

in the palm of my hand is the wind
that blew through us
alone in your room with a pen
like Meriwether Lewis
or Johann Sebastian Clarke
on your knees with a flame in the dark
you crawled after them

ain’t you on that big white horse
that almost threw us
why can’t you ride past our door and pretend
you never knew us
when you’re done
do you think you could do us
a good turn

I’m talking to you
you like to think you redrew us
but you know
you really only tried to undo us
someday the deed will be done
to mark through us
but we’re done
with you

Rumor

you say you think that we should talk this over
as if some kind of treasure’s there to find
but I don’t hear no words to say
people talk too much anyway
I’d rather be a rumor in your mind

now Johnny he may wait at the cliffs of Dover
but this place can be all earth shoes and blank stares
it’s a price I just won’t pay
you won’t entertain today
no there won’t be any angels unawares

once I laid you down in fields of clover
and never did I measure to refine
now I’m a kite that’s flown away
on a string that could not stay
in your hand I’m just a rumor in your mind

All songs © Hills Snyder, 1986 – 2005. All rights reserved.

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