Farewell Transmission
[Intro Riff]
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[Verse 1]
The whole place is dark
Every light on this side of the town
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of
The fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of
The fossil glow of the moon
Someone must have set 'em up
Now they'll be working in the cold gray rock
Now they'll be working in the hot mill steam
Now they'll be working in the concrete
In the sirens and the silences now
All the great set up hearts
All at once, start to beat
(Intro Riff)
After tonight if you don't want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
Feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try, and know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
I will try, and know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
(This verse is played with the intro riff)
The real truth about it is
No one gets it right
The real truth about it is
We're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands I been trying to cross
The real truth about it is
My kind of life's no better off
It's got the map, for if it's lost
We will try, and know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
Come on, let's try, and know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
The real truth about it is
There ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known it all along
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Mama here comes midnight with the dead moon it's jaws
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Must be the big star about to fall
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Long dark blues
Will-o'-the-wisp
The big star is falling
Through the static and distance
A farewell transmission
Listen
- Traditional
A gentle starting point for the folk list. Replace this with thine own notes.
[Title]
[Verse 1]
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[lyrics here]
- [Artist name]
[Writeup, italicized]
Fair and Tender Ladies
[Verse 1]
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
They first appear and then they're gone
[Verse 2]
They'll tell to you some loving story
And they'll make you think that they love you well
And away they'll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell
[Verse 3]
Oh love is handsome, love is charming
And love is pretty while it's new
But love grows cold as love grows older
And fades away like morning dew
[Verse 4]
I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings to fly so high
I'd fly to the arms of my false true lover
And when he'd ask, I would deny
[Verse 5]
I wish I was on some tall mountain
Where the ivy rocks were black as ink
I'd write a letter to my false true lover
Whose cheeks are like the morning pink
[Verse 6]
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
They first appear and then they're gone.
- Traditional
Traditional folk ballad.
The Lone Prarie
[Verse 1]
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"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie."
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
on his dying bed and the close of day
It matters not, I have been told,
where the body lies when the heart grows cold.
But grant, oh grant this wish to me
Oh, bury me not on the lone prarie.
I wish to lie where a mother's prayer
or sister's tears will mingle there.
Where friends can come and weep o'er me
Oh, bury me not on the lone prarie.
And the cowboy's now far beyond the plains.
And we marked the spot where is bones were lain.
Flung a hand full of roses o'er his grave
and a prayer to god for a soul to save
- Traditional, Arranged by Sam Shackleton
Delivered in a Scottish Accent
My Rifle, My Pony, and Me
[Verse 1]
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The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream
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Purple Light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
with my three good companions
just my rifle, pony, and me
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- [Artist name]
[Writeup, italicized]
Chasing Paper
[Verse 1]
capo on 4
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The wind blew steady over fields of willow
He flew with it heading to the east
Though his scent still lingered on her pillow
She was left to clean after the feast
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C C/B Am - / Em G Em G
As he caught the morning boat,
the wind picked up a little note
Upon which he drew and wrote some
Symbol of affection
Just as that old wind had claimed
her kind gesture of the same
feeling that should not be named some
personal projection
Thinking that her memory was drowning
wondering if he had been forgot
all of this is kind of funny sounding
but it wasn't much more than a thought
- [Artist name]
[Writeup, italicized]
Tramps and Hawkers
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O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o' bla'
That tramp the country roun' and roun', come listen one and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale, o' sights that I hae seen
Far up into the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green.
I've seen the high Ben Nevis a-towerin' tae the moon
I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander an roun' by Bonny Doon
I've seen Loch Ness's silvery tide an' places ill tae ken
Far up into the stormy north lies Urquart's fairy glen
Ofttimes I laugh tae mysel' as I wander alang the road
My toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broun's a toad
Wi' lumps o' cheese and tattie-scones or breid an' braxie ham
Nae thinking whar' I'm comin' frae nor thinkin' whar I'm gang.
I've done my share of humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helped the Buckie trawlers hawl the herrin' o'er the side
I've helped to build the mighty bridge that spans the Firth o' Forth
And wi' mony Angus farmer's rig I've plowed the bonny earth
I'm happy in the summer-time beneath the dark blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin' where at nicht i'm gang to lie
In barn or byre or anywhere dossing out among the hay
And if the weather treats me right, I'm happy every day.
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they've oft been seen by me
The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that a' flows tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot
And the reckless stanes o' cairn that mairks the hoose o' John o' Groat.
I've been by bonny Gallowa', an' often roun' Stranraer
My business leads me anywhere, I travel near an' far
I've got that rovin' notion I wouldna like tae loss
For It's my daily fare an' as much'll pay my doss.
I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan', I'm makin' up my mind
For Scotland's greatly altered noo, I canna raise the wind
But I will trust in Providence, and Providence be true
I'll sing ye' o' Erin's Isle when I come back to you.
- Traditional, Arranged by Sam Shackleton
Scottish traditional folk song about a wandering laborer.
So Good To Me
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Pepper on my steak now, honey, lemon in my tea
Oh, skippin' in my step now, honey, you're so good to me
You're so good to me
Chicken tastes so nice, you know it, palm butter and rice
If one time won't fill me, honey, I'm gonna have you twice
I'm gonna have you twice
Oh, dipping my saltines now, honey, can o' ole sardines
Tell you that you're looking, honey, better than I ever seen
Better than I ever seen
I'm gettin' mighty thirsty, honey, baby can't you tell
I wish that I could quench you, but you're sweet muscatel
Sweet as muscatel, oh sweet as muscatel
Oh sweet as muscatel, oh sweet as muscatel
- The Brudi Brothers
A charming folk tune mixing food and romance metaphors.