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The Fire's Fine

by Bottle Of Sound

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Naught For Nothing 04:35
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Naught For Nothing by Ken Bewick Time was short so we went sailing Caught the cold and lost our bearings Caught a wave, man we were bailing Hang a light over the railing Life begins in a darkened theater Love will end like a bout of weather Life's a lady if you met her Love's a songbird if you let her Once again I set a pace so fast that I could not keep up I tumbled from the road, but you were fine with that My fate will be my own Secretly I hope for you to take me back On the run but fearing nothing Take a break, you can hear them coming Wave your rags, it counts for something Wave them all across your country Everyday the forests falling We once said it's naught for nothin Fear the dark but cherish something Send a thousand drummers drumming Once again I set a pace so fast that I could not keep up I tumbled from the road, but you were fine with that My fate will be my own But secretly I hope for you to take me back It was past the hour of witching Moonlight spilled into the kitchen A cauldron made a pool for wishing Ploughman says, hey, what ya missing? Daylight comes just like the others People find strength in numbers I'm awake, but under cover Rouse me if you find the wonder Once again I set a pace so fast that I could not keep up I tumbled from the road, but you were fine with that My fate will be my own Secretly I hope for you to take me back Once again I set a pace so fast that I could not keep up I tumbled from the road, but you were fine with that My fate will be my own Secretly I hope for you to take me back
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Sitting On A Fencepost 04:46
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Sitting On A Fencepost by Ken Bewick Sittin on a fence post underneath a big sun shaded by a big hat shouldering a small gun the porch of the hotel is in disrepair the barbershop's still got a broom and a chair chewing on his hat strap wonderin where they've all gone he pushes through a doorway escaping from the high noon the swingin doors creak and bang into the saloon the beers long dry, the taps full of sand the table's overturned but the chairs still stand looks back to the white light, wonderin where theyve all gone there's a break in the fence, there's some tack hangin up in the stable but there isn't no map to get back to the days that he knew he could wander the desert in search of a plausible fable but the town is deserted and he don't know what he should do he peers around the corner, then he sticks his boot out the bathhouse boardwalk staged like it's a shootout but the old wild west is still as can be he shoulders his rifle and walks up the street spits into the sand, wonderin where they've all gone there's a break in the fence, there's some old tack hung up in the stable but there isn't a map to get back to the place that he knew he could wander the desert forever in search of a fable but the town is deserted and he don't know what he should do.
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Satellite Man 03:21
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Satellite Man by Ken Bewick He's watching the skies tonight, projecting his orbit He's wearing his antenna hat, He's checking coordinates In touch with all the planets and their plans Satellite Man He's unconcerned with traffic jams He can move like a light I don't care if it's day or night He's got his finger on the pulse of human plans Satellite Man He doesn't need a roof on his head, and he never was born He relies on microwaves to keep himself warm He's got a friend living on Jupiter named Stan He's the Satellite Man He's unconcerned with traffic jams He can travel through space Faster than you can clean your plate He's got a million frequencies to scan Satellite Man Well I used to be skeptical, but he changed my mind Unlimited communications in a minimum time And now I channel him every day I can He's the Satellite Man He's unconcerned with traffic jams Like a whale in the sea He lives by his own frequency He's the kind of guy that you never see He flies higher than the tallest trees Now what could be more natural than The Satellite Man Satellite Man Satellite Man Satellite....
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Anna Told Me 03:18
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Anna Told Me by Ken Bewick Anna told me through the kitchen steam 'Listen slowly, I won't say it again I got a new dance, I call it waterfalling I sing the same song every old day But it still sounds different to everybody' Anna told me Anna told me about a wicked rain It soaked the laundry but it all dried again Said 'This is simple, this is no allegory, It's the same sun every old day And if you want to you could be anybody' Anna told me Anna told me It's sad sometimes, but I can't tell If something's real, or just a story It's strange sometimes, but I can't tell If I remember or if Anna told me Anna told me that all around the world It was a strange spring, the boys voted for the girls 'I'm cooking something, you will remember this Even when you are a hundred years old And most important, it's just a simple gift' Anna told me Anna told me Anna told me
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4 Men Snore 05:11
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Four Men Snore by Ken Bewick There are four men waiting, there are four men asleep Out by the pasture, out past the sheep They wait by the cistern, or out by the barn Under the hot sun, and under the stars Then their mother comes And grandmother comes And uncle Fred comes The minister comes They get on a boat that's headed for home All of these people, they row and they row Yet they never wake up Those four men They wait and they wait They'll wait yet again There are four men waiting, four men all snore Out by the fish pond, out past the store Their hair is still growing, their hair's getting long Their long hair is flowing out over the pond Then their brother comes And then the head nun And grandfather comes All their friends come And they get on a boat that's heading for home All of these people, they row and they row But they'll never wake up Those four men They wait and they wait They'll wait yet again Someone in the front keeps repeating I still don't understand what you said I can't hear for everyone sleeping And twitching all their legs in their bed It could have been instead of just talking He might have slapped an oar on their heads Four men sore their way to shore They might as well have been dead There are four men waiting, four men lay low They've got some answers and we wanna know Their faces look placid, they're catching the sun How will we wake them? What can be done? Then the weatherman comes And then the bass drum The marching band comes Yeah, everyone comes And they get on a boat that's heading for home All of these people, they row and they row But they never wake up Those four men They wait and they wait They'll wait yet again Yeah, they never wake up Those four men They'll wait and they wait But they'll never wake up Yeah they'll never wake up Those four men
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When I Was 04:00
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When I Was by Ken Bewick When I was just a single man I went camping in my van Up and down the mesas brown, in and out of tiny towns Made adjustments to the points, the ins and outs of every joint I cooked my dinner, drank my beer And took in the whole atmosphere North in summer, south in fall, pictures on the red rock wall Traveled for a day or three with some folks from Trinity Stopping every fifty mile to make sure the points were filed Sat beneath the silent stars In a lawn chair by my car And if I tried that right now Everyone would say I was freakin' out And if I gave it all up to run Wouldn't be the same as when I was young When I was.. When I was just a single man I went a'ramblin in my van Filled the tank and grew a beard, left L.A. and disappeared Had to stop and gap the plugs because it was an old V-dub Found my way up many roads that normal cars would never go And if I tried it today The tires might spin out in the clay And if I gave it all up to run Wouldn't be the same as when I was young I got a little bit of history I got a little bit of love I got a little bit of oil underneath my skin And gasoline mixed in my blood When I was just a single man I went a'travelin through the land I took care of my mental health, I started talking to myself Took the passes cool and slow, the Rio Grande, New Mexico And as I crossed CA state line I couldn't stop myself from cryin' But if I tried now to go The wheels might bog down in the snow And if I gave it all up to run Wouldn't be the same as when I was young When I was young
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Lazy Bones 03:53
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Lazy Bones by Ken Bewick Wake up lazy bones, all the fox runs glisten And the fog it hangs o'er the gray lagoon There's hunting to be done, and a long day waiting Wake up your bones, lazy you For a working day I'd rather slumber Through the idle hours with naught to do The harbor and the hills were so fine in summer They've frosted o'er now, and blossoms few Blossoms few Blossoms few My old friend, they hang on you Lazy bones Lazy you Blossoms few Blossoms few May old friend They hang on you Lazy bones, Lazy you Lazy bones Lazy you
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Jet Black Rose 03:03
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The Jet Black Rose by Ken Bewick The jet black rose will come for me In the middle of my tale Bolt the door and cast the key The jet black rose will come for me So take your seat the fire's fine The floor is cold, pull up a chair Take your glass and taste the wine The jet black rose will find me here I came looking for the key Caught it squarely in the nose Found a love and she gave me A petal from the jet black rose I kissed her and she came inside Her eyes were blue, her feet were bare She wore her garland like a crown Of jet black roses in her hair The years they passed, we planted seeds Some seasons good, some times were hard Twined among the leaves of green Grew jet black roses in the yard So take your seat and fill your wine The winter's cold, the moon is near Take your last call, I've had mine The jet black rose will find me here
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Handsome Molly 03:30
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Harbor Bar 05:28
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First album recorded with Johnny Bregar on Bainbridge Island

The fire's fine is a mark in the time of friendship

The cover art is by Mohsin Shafi and Andrew Purchin; Visit andrewpurchin.com for more great works.

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released June 12, 2017

Ken Bewick- guitars, vocals, bass, percussion, xylophone
Johnny Bregar- guitars, bass, mandolin, banjo, accordion, piano, organ, backing vocals, who knows what else?
Josh LaBelle- Drum set, percussion, fuzzy bass, backup vocals
Mike Derzon- Harmonica and trumpet

Produced by Johnny Bregar
Recorded and mixed at Brickyard Studio, Bainbridge Is, WA

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Bottle Of Sound Seattle, Washington

The lifelong project of Josh LaBelle and Ken Bewick, joined along the way by the great Johnny Bregar, the Incredible Michael Enos, and other friends.
Bewick and LaBelle have been recording and playing together for nearly 40 years.
Experiments in folk, indie rock, and whatever sticks to the wall.
Bregar has glued it all together. ... more

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