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Forest Far Away

by Meredith Moon

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Well, Rueben had a train and he put it on the tracks Sent it off to lord knows where Singing oh me, oh my Sent it off to lord knows where Well, he ran it to the east and he ran it to the west Ran it everywhere the railroad goes Singing oh me, oh my Ran it everywhere the railroad goes Well, oh to be in town when old Rueben's train when down You could hear the whistle blow a-hundred miles Singing oh me, oh my Hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Well I got me a blade and lay Rueben in the shade I'm startin' me a graveyard of my own Singing oh me, oh my Startin' me a graveyard of my own
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Old House 03:51
I am an old house Furnace is broken From too much dust in the vents From ugly words bein' spoken I am an old house With a hole for a door Kicked down long ago by the ones Who would squat on these dusty floors I am an old room Too empty to feel The whimsy and weary Yeah, they took all they could steal Well, they stole my table And my liquor cabinet, too My grandmother's rug My grandpa's harpoon Mama said this would happen When you let 'em all in The ones who don't knock Or tell you where the hell they've been I am an old house Atop the big hill South of the border And west of the mill I ain't got no visitors No love of my own These blues keep me busy But this house ain't no home
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The faeries in the old trees Call me to come home Over the mountains, across the straight Into that ancient grove Softly, I entered that night Steppin' o'r roots and vines Watching with their eyes, listening with their ears Worlds intertwine Softly, they whisper to me This is where you belong Your dreams as still and sacred as the night For you hear out wooded song
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The realization that I ran away again Comes creeping down my spine in the morning I found home where there was no room to grow By Fletcher Falls where the cold waters flow And we'd drive those winding mountain roads With Jack and Bobby on the radio And I left him like everyone he's ever known And when I go I'm not coming back Magic ends in the presence of logical fact And no ritual's 'gonna get us back on track The sky is grey and the leaves they fall on the ground And I'm headed back east to my hometown 'Cause you ain't one to tell me when to slow down When I'm going to slow I may as well turn around And I know its 'gonna be so god damn hard Just knowing that we're prairie miles apart When I hear that transport truck engine start But I know your light can lead you through the dark And I'll play these strings to the rhythm of your heart
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Byron's Song 02:16
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Darlin' Cory 03:20
Well, wake up, wake up Darlin' Cory What makes you sleep so sound? Them revenue officers are comin' Gon' tear your house down Well, the first time I saw Darlin' Cory She was standin' at the banks of the sea Forty-four pistol around her waist Banjo on her knee Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow; Gon' lay Cory down Well, can't you hear them bluebirds singin'? They're singin' that mournful sound Preachin' Cory's funeral In some lonesome graveyard town Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow; Gon' lay Cory down
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My darlin' I can't keep this up You have your whole life ahead of you And I am the disturbance that nobody needs I guess I'm the black, and you're the blue I know you can do better than this I know there ain't a lot I can do I sure as hell am toxic and I sure as hell am strong But not strong enough to say goodbye to you Why have I fallen into feeling Like I've fallen for you again? Yes, I think I've met you here before: The reoccurring spirit of the long lost man Well, I can't save you this time around I'm hurting and I'm healing every day So take your hands off of me, I can't see this through It's not supposed to go this way And I'm going to that mountain And I'm going to that sea, yeah I'm going to that forest far away And ain't nobody, gonna catch me (x4)
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To Let Go 04:39
Stay where you are or come when you're still You'll always have your home on the hill Deep in the valley so ageless and free, Leaves will wither to sweet melodies And I know, and I know to let go And I know, and I know, to let go He tried to put his hands on me Deep in the night in the hours of sleep But I couldn't let him for he was unclean And you're the purest thing that I've ever seen And I know, and I know to let go And I know, and I know to let go The places we went took us years to find With all of the wonder we kept in our minds And I said I'd never leave you behind Now I'm counting the breaks in those highway lines And I know, and I know to let go And I know, and I know to let go The road that you took was a mountain to climb I only wish you had seen it in time Never again will you climb so high 'Cause you're deep in the earth with your face to the sky And I know, and I know to let go (x4)
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S'when I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty three Some old Mexican cowboy come steppin' up to me Sayin' how'r you young fella', how would you like to go And to spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico? Well, I had no employment, and back to him did say: It's according to your wages, according to your pay He said I'll pay to you good wages, and often too, you know, If you'll spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico Well I went up to that cowboy and I offered him my hand And he gave a string of horses so old they couldn't stand And I nearly starved to death boys, and I mean to let you know That I never saved a dollar 'neath them hills of mexico I sent up for my wages, on a steamboat I did go How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow! How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow, On that god forsaken fortune 'neath them hills of mexico
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August ninth, two thousand and sixteen When the sky was blue and the fields were green in rural Saskatchewan, A young man left home From the Red Pheasant Nation and took the day to roam Colten Boushie and his friends took their truck down to the Maymont River And when the wind blew through the aspen leaves, they seemed to shimmer Was early evening when they were headed back Crossing bridges and crossing tracks, they got a flat tire, pulled over on a farm Belonging to a man, angry and armed Gerald Stanly took his rifle down from the wall when he saw Colten in the shed And at point blank range, shot a bullet into the back of his head Colten's mother heard knocking that night Seven cruisers, seven rows of lights, Then they stormed into her home, said, "Ma'm, you've lost a son" Rummaged through every room like they were looking for someone Treated like a criminal, they showed no remourse While Debbie Baptiste cried for her son on the living room floor February ninth, twenty-eighteen Stanly sat in front of an all-white jury, said the gun just went off But experts say it worked perfectly All charges dropped; acquitted, not guilty And he walked outta' that courthouse and went home to his family How good they must feel to be white in white man's country Colten Boushie was only twenty-two, had all that livin' left to do Ceremonial fire keeper, a brother and a son Murdered in cold blood by the man who shot the gun And we must fight for the ones with their family's blood upon them Address racist politics and the ones who cause them Some members of the white community Said 'Stanly did em' a favour, shootin' Boushie' 'Due to a rise, in young first nations crimes' Talkin' like petty theft is worth a human life The same colonial mind that murdered millions in the seventeenth century Is hiding behind the inclusive reputation of our country Its in the water, in the air, in your town and on your T.V. And so we hang the flag upside down

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Thank-you to my incredible community of friends who play their lovely music. Special thanks to the Arcade, the Montreal folk/punk scene, Richard Inman, Willie Stratton, Lotus Wight and everyone else to whom I have noted your inspirational qualities.
Thank-you to Bob Doige & Amy King of Grant Ave. Studios in Hamilton, ON, for the recording, mixing & mastering of this album.
Most importantly, thank-you to my dog, Tico, for being by my side.

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released May 11, 2018

Banjo/vocals/guitar/podorythmie - Meredith Moon
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Bob Doige and Amy King at Grant Avenue Studios in Hamilton, Ontario
Album art - Meredith Moon

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