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I'm gonna run down to the creek I'm gonna jump in where it's deep I'm gonna have to plug my nose and I won't be wearing no clothes I'm gonna float out on my back It's hard to do 'cause I ain't got no fat I'm gonna worry about the crayfish I'm gonna worry about my toes I'm gonna worry about the neighbor boy stealing my clothes and the bloodsuckers I'm gonna jump from stone to stone I'm gonna find a deer jawbone It'll bring me luck, that's what gramma says Then I'm gonna slip and bang my head I'm gonna run back to the house black-cap brambles are gonna tear my blouse and after my papa chews me out I'm gonna fall asleep on the couch And I'm gonna dream about the crayfish dancing with the neighbor boy and the bloodsuckers Papa pays the bills, papa pays the rent but to pay for gramma's pills takes every God damn cent, every sorry cent In the morning we'll drive to the funeral Papa gonna let me hold the stearing wheel I'm gonna cry out my eyes stand by gramma's grave and sigh Later on at the wake I'm gonna feel guilty eating cake when it comes time to say goodnight gonna hug my papa and think about wrong and right I'm gonna curse the crayfish and curse that neighbor boy and curse the blood suckers
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At the Fair 04:53
It's the end of summer and you're bored to tears killing time looking forward to the fair You'll sneak in through the service gate it's easy to do during the firemen's parade At the fair... Snow cones and taffy, sausage and peppers try not to notice some carnies look like leppers An empty beer can in your hand you're too young to drink but you pretend you can At the fair... meet me at the fair, all our friends will be there we can hang out on the midway ride the Ferris wheel at the end of the day Teenagers gather behind the livestock hall the boys have the girls pinned up against the wall Fat girls flirting with skinny fags they carry gold fish in plastic bags At the fair... You freaked out on a ride so the carny let you off but people laughed so you walked home in a huff Later on, sleeping in the back yard the Ferris wheel lights compete with the stars At the fair... kiss me at the fair, hug me and I'll smell you hair lead me on in that special way and break my heart by the end of the day
3.
Redwood 05:16
Mama, she's home late from work she don't wanna make dinner Jr.'s in a funk 'cause big sister's a jerk Tempers are starting to simmer It's time to go out to eat they don't want TV dinners time to go out to eat and then maybe later a little something sweet Grandpa, well he's a pain in the ass he's a tyrant in his electric wheelchair and the late night nursing home staff would be better off if he wasn't there It's time to go out to eat he don't want TV dinner time to go out to eat and then maybe later a little something sweet Dimly lit screened-in porch picnic tables, a gravel floor soft-serve window and a citronella torch there's a little bell that jingles when you walk through the screen door Welcome to the Redwood Diner Brother, he eats breaths and sleeps basket ball sister, she cheers from the sideline they lost the game and their spirits fall they don't wanna hear, "better luck next time" It's time to go out to eat they don't want TV dinners time to go out to eat and then maybe later a little something sweet Dimly lit screened-in porch picnic tables, a gravel floor soft-serve window and a citronella torch there's a little bell that jingles when you walk through the screen door Welcome to the Redwood DIner
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Marking Time 07:08
Dust settles on the chicory, sullies the Queen Anne's lace tar bubbles crackle under the wheels as school bus pulls away And it's the start of another beaten dog day The driveways a long carpet of gravel off to one side's a tired bed of perennials longing for the glory days as their pastel beauty fades And it's the start of another beaten dog day The screen door slams and stalls the cicada's buzz the noon day whistle tries to budge the line for a chance to wake your soporific mind You pass the morning with canning and dishes lunchtime's a dull meal in front of the tube the soap opera's transgressions are delicious but the children will be home soon And it's the middle of another beaten dog day The bumble bees play the trumpet vines the clothesline is hung with wet towels the swimming hole was churned for a time but it currently etched by swallows And it's the middle of another beaten dog day And the screen door slams and quiets the crickets fuss the evening breeze tries to budge the line for a chance to wake your soporific mind And the evening promises twilight azure horizon above the pines stereo volume is set just right fireflies marking time for fireflies and you A single bed a pillow for your head a sheet is sufficient for your warm skin to soak up tears, to drink up sweat as illicit dreams electrify your skin And it's the end of another beaten dog day And the evening delivered twilight the sky above the pines was blue stereo volume set just right the fireflies, well they're still marking time for you
5.
Snowman 03:52
Hey mama, why'd you have to drown that rabbit? hey mama, what do you mean you gotta kick the habit? Well you know, the rabbit got mauled by the dog well you know, smoking's not good for you at all Hey sister, why am I scared at night? hey sister, why do I need a night light? Well you know, night time is when we're most alone well you know, the sun's gonna greet you in the morning Thunderstorm's coming and it makes me nervous thunderstorm's coming and my stomach's hurting thunderstorm's coming and it makes me nervous I'm gonna go inside and draw the curtains Hey brother, why do I have to wrestle in school? hey brother, why do the other boys break the rules? Well you know, it's important to be tough well you know, to win, some people play rough Hey papa, why'd you punch a hole in that wall? hey papa, what do you mean you're gonna leave in the fall? Well you know, it's hard to control my anger sometimes well you know, everybody must pay for their crimes Snowstorm's coming and it makes me glad snowstorm's coming and it makes me happy snowstorm's coming and it makes me glad I'm gonna go outside and build a snowman
6.
Winter Pear 05:02
Beech trees, oaks and maples a one hundred year lease on goldenrod milkweed and thistles and a vintage Shasta trailer Scabby apple trees a gnarled old winter pear hived-off honey bees black caps and june berries I'm lounging in a cedar chair on a crooked porch it's lunchtime, I'm eating a sandwich I made myself With bread I baked myself lettuce I grew myself corned-beef I brined myself and a bottle of beer I brewed myself I'm sorry, that I can't live with you sorrier that I can live without you simplicity, won't you visit me Azaleas, dogwoods and rhodies a fixed rate 30 year mortgage on fescue sod, quack grass and dandelions and a brand new heat exchanger Coffee's burnt, computers on the fritz the boys want the sound card fixed tried to clean the garage and made it worse basement's hell-on-earth, the plumbing's a curse I'm slouching in a folding chair on a cement porch it's lunchtime, I'm ignoring a sandwich you bought yourself Wrapped in plastic you unwrapped yourself with lettuce that's still crunchy somehow roast beef you hope won't give me mad cow and a can of beer you cracked for me I'm sorry, you can't live without me sorrier that you can, live with me simplicity why'd you leave me
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What's the name of that plant old wives used as poultice to heal broken limbs a cloud of flowers crowns the stem what's the name of that plant? What's the name of that plant bright yellow spathe and spadix some people eat it when it's young it sprouts early and it stinks what's the name of that plant? Every bouquet has a flower many branches make a bower the smallest fish is full of power and I grow older hour by hour What's the name of that tree used as fence posts it won't rot for years it's got thorns for careless hands what's the name of that tree What's the name of that tree scrape the roots and it smells like rootbeer they make a spice out of the cry leaves what's the name of that tree? Every bouquet has a flower many branches make a bower the smallest fish is full of power and I grow older hour by hour What's the name of that fish the Griswold boy caught down by the Waterburg bridge the story goes that it was 18 inches long what's the name of that fish? What's the name of that other fish lives in muddy water, it's got poison spines on its gills it swallows the hook without fail what's the name of that fish? Every bouquet has a flower many branches make a bower the smallest fish is full of power and I grow older hour by hour There is a place I long to be I know the plants I know the fishes and the trees where I grow stronger as I breathe tell me why did I leave?
8.
Inheritance 06:51
Minnows suck the gravel on the point bar swallows fall from nests on the cut bank a farmer on his tractor mows his field of timothy, rye grass and cleavers the house on the hill behind him holds his family of true believers and out in the distance a vulture waits patiently Darning needles mate acrobatically on the joe-pie weed cottonwoods release their fluffy reproductive parts back from 12 years of subterranean exile broadcasting their passion from the treetops are thousands of cicadas the farmer's wife is in the garden cutting back the sucker shoots on the tomatoes and out in the distance a vulture loops expectantly Oh, the inheritance of the meek Have you heard the one about the farmer's daughter? God gave woman as a gift to man, in Sunday school that's what they taught her, but when an unnamed man mislead her and forced her hand in a sexual situation, she found herself, in the eyes of the Lord and her community, in a compromised position. Why did she give in? and out in the distance a vulture lands gracefully A tidy package showed up on the surface of the landfill today the farmer and some hands showed up at lunch time to spirit it away there was one amongst them who's stomach turned and went sour at the sight of all the garbage, the noise from the dozers, the crows and seagulls, and the smells that were so powerful and out in the distance a vulture feeds unselfconsciously Oh, the inheritance of the meek
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Counting on the break of day for sun to keep the rain a bey 90 acres cut and dry my right=hand man was by my side Every field was raked and baled while the sun above us sailed sun-burnt backs and red-rimmed eyes every bale was stacked inside. Through summer's heat and summer's haze silently we toiled the days away a good man is hard to find, harder still to know his mind I'd heard talk about a checkered past a tragic play with a desperate cast but I knew better than to heed idle gossip from hayseeds I cared not what he had done a gambling man or a hired gun he'd come to me a year before proved to me his skill at every chore As we bid farewell to August the fateful harvest fast upon us I knew something was wrong, he would not be with me long My fondness for him was strong like a brother he'd become but when he begged my daughter's hand a heat rose in me, I didn't understand Angrily I asked him why? was he not content to work by my side? I claimed fraternity was ripe with satisfactions not found in a bride He stood his ground and asked again would offer him my daughter's hand my heart broke I filled with rage, I rushed upon him with my field rake In the cornfield on that day the day they took the pigs to slaughter I struck that man in such a way that he would never love my daughter In the cornfield on that day the day they took the pigs to slaughter in my defense all I can say he loved not me, he loved my daughter A good man is hard to find harder still to know his mind a troubled man is easy to judge, when his hands are bathed in blood

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released November 21, 2014

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Daniel Heila & Daniel Boone's Fault Eugene, Oregon

Podunk expat living in Oregon trying to remember to put the chickens in and the cats out at night. Will the woodshed ever get built? I wonder. Somewhere between family and fortune is a bit of quiet space where I get a song written now and then.

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