Atwater KNEC

The Woodcutter's Hymnal Chord of wood it measures at 7’x4’
Stacked in the Autumn at Old Winter’s door
Start with the paper, then kindling or pine
Oak after cedar for the warmest of fires
Logmen on the highway bed loaded with rounds
Fresh cords for sale, they felled ’em themselves
Always so mindful of Old Samuel
Samuel logger left blood on the floor
Spike killed the logman at Old Winter’s door
Chord of wood it measures at 7’x4’
Stacked in the Autumn at Old Winter’s door

Blue Tick Up along Mt. Eliza
There’s an echo echo from the hillside briar
Rifleman headed to your door
To steal your baby away
Hey Calavera
Comstock calling you keep on crawlin’
Towards the echo sound in the distance
Run yourself invisible
Amongst the brownstone blades
Rifleman back track along the switchback
That old Blue Tick hound she only smells what’s gone
Hey Calavera
Comstock calling you keep on crawlin’
Fog be comin’ down upon your door in the distance

Yaney Street Point-blank sepia-tone frontier
Photosynchronize your backwoods imagery
The world sepia-tone premier
Never understood the swift nor reasonable
Ellie Ellie get your gun - solve everything that one could wish for
Ellie Ellie get your gun - solve everything that one could wish for
Camera - carry us live
Got bullets for the big five
The world sepia-tone premier
Never understood the swift nor reasonable
I heard justice don’t serve here

Kildevil Heavier than air
Sandy windblown hair
The flyer’s in the air
It’s heavier than air
Canvas, hope, and wood
Engine work, it should
Gotta make it fly
Bernoulli said it would
Brother, don’t give up now
This aeroplane will fly somehow
The osprey hangs beneath the clouds
These calculations won’t allow
Kill the devil
In Kill Devil
A pilot always knows
His confidence can’t show
The things he does not know
A love you can’t bestow
Heavier than air
An unlikely pair
The flyer's in the air
It’s heavier than air

Yellowpine Blues Needle’s been dry since the water stopped running
You walk through the valley and your shadow grows long
Edge of your bed when the vision starts calling
But you want it so bad it ain’t never gonna come
Coyote holes on your knees in that gravel
What you wouldn’t give for the setting sun
Candlelight’s down to nothing but a flicker
And the cavern starts calling won’t you come on down
Needle’s been dry since the water stopped running
Shadow of death she been walking you along
You open up your eyes but the vision keeps burning
And you want it so bad it ain’t never gonna come
Deer-skin messiah at the edge of that river
Dancing for the rain and the water to run
Edge of that dry bed blood on the needles
So you dance and you pray but the water don’t come
You dance, you pray, the river don’t run

Sailene Fighting fires in the back room’s old cast iron
Still I’m wavering wavering
By you there and your red-eye stare
Lady Sailene cured my shivering
I stayed low today—you caught me the fever.
Another night gone by in the old cast iron
Seems the fire done escaped from that old cast iron
All is failing and undone
By you there and your red-eye stare
Ghost damn flames done dance with the ceiling
Homeward dreams and the wood stove slave
Brings me down, keeps me warm

Red Giant When the song fills the air, she will no longer care
‘Bout the things she sees – the birds or the bees.
With her head to the sky, and TV eyes
It will set her free, from the monotony
Of this life.
Where loggers once were, stand seedlings and furs
The sun stretches her light, and gives up the fight.
For the world she knew, a beautiful view
Now there’s office parks, trash and shopping carts
Now the world’s gone grey, darkness falls over day
As the comet drops by, with a tear in her eye
With her head to the sky, and TV eyes
It will set her free, from the monotony
Of this life

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