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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Harbor Bar
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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.
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