Sometimes the best songs are the easiest to write, and this song was written in less than thirty minutes.
The imagery alludes to the time period between 1849's desperate rush for rumored gold and the inescapable desolation families experienced in the midst of the dust bowl during the Great Depression of the 1930's.
This is a compilation of demos for the album that will (hopefully) be released around fall of 2013. Please excuse the modesty of the recordings, as they are humble demos recorded on an iPad, and not professionally in a studio.
lyrics
Lay me down on a rug
crooked and warm,
and I'll trade places with the air
outside the barn.
My lover in a past life,
Mrs. Me,
misses me
so she plans her funerals
around my dreams.
I believe in ghosts
and they believe in me.
We believe in most
of the things that we see.
So I put my medals up
and take the kettle down today.
My eyes sort of close
and the pain sort of goes away.
You know a name was as useless as the soil
in those days.
We tried to beat the rush
and it beat us half to death along the way.
Take your time
but leave your money with me.
You don't know me from Adam,
But I think we both know where to find me.
Sometimes I think my mind is hanging on,
dangling from my belt.
Like I know what I want to convey.
And then I worry,
When I learn the native tongue
will I speak up...
And not have a thing to say?
You know a name was as useless as the soil
in those days.
We tried to beat the rush
and it beat us half to death along the way.
Take your time
but leave your money with me.
You don't know me from Adam,
But I think we both know where to find me.
Keep your money,
But leave your land here with me...
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