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Switzerland
05:36
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SWITZERLAND
We tried to sleep up in the banks of snow
But soon discovered it was far too cold
So we then retreated into town
To find a place where there was level ground
Oh
Call home
Oh oh Switzerland
Youʼve taken way my breath now once again
Youʼve left me with a sense of compassion
For the ones who
Cant pick them selves up off the ground
Oh Switzerland
I never thought id have you as a friend
I'm praying it was not at all pretend
I need you now
To help pick me up from off the ground
Our drinks were hardly worth the price we paid
But we thanked God for them anyways and
With five minutes left we broke our backs
To spend more money than either of us had
Oh
Call home
©bisonfolk 2011
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2. |
They Are Filled
03:59
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THEY ARE FILLED
These all look to you
For you to bring them food
When their season’s due
When their season’s due
When you give it up to them
They gather and shout amen
You open up your hands
You open up your hands
You hide your face from them
Then you take their breath away
It’s then they are dismayed
It’s then they are dismayed
They die
Return to the dust
©bisonfolk 2011
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Quill
03:32
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QUILL
When the ink meets quill
With love my letters are filled
Let us seal this love as the back
Of the envelope’s sealed with wax
We will run away
From those who’d lead us astray
Searching hard we will fully rely
On the words of the one crucified
We will run away
From those who lead us astray
Searching hard we will fully rely
On the grace of the one crucified
©bisonfolk 2011
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4. |
Iscariot
06:20
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ISCARIOT
Woe unto you
Double crossing the Son of Man
For in the dish you have dipped your hand
Lo you come here
To deliver the deliverer
From simple kiss into tainted hands
Iscariot, Iscariot
The devil has you now
You’re set up for betrayal
Iscariot, Iscariot
The devil has you now
Your kiss tastes like a crown of thorns
I have used, I have used
Your unbelief, to set them free
So die now, die now my Judas
©bisonfolk 2011
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5. |
Setting our Tables
05:08
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SETTING OUR TABLES
As the Red Deer relate to
The month of April.
So do we wait patiently
To set our tables
Our forks and knives
They work with antlers side by side
They’re gnawing at the withered pine
Hoping she’s the one
And my Father’s Bride
Is tearing down the mountain side
Soon the trees will all align
Leaving us with Sons
Cast them later than the older ones
Until September when they have become
Fully covered in a velvet skin
Till they’re just like the shrubs and saplings they defend
As the skin sheds slowly
The mount becomes more stable
And I would climb to redefine
The path if I were able
©bisonfolk 2011
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6. |
River Rhine
03:48
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RIVER RHINE
Oh for you to be
With your blood kin and me
On these stairs
Drinking our wine
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine
Oh for you to see
All the things that I’ve seen
From these stairs on my own time
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine
Dark and cold
The nights we stole
As we’d escape from
Walls of wood
And walls of stone
To recreate them
Oh for you to be
With your blood kin and me
On these stairs
Drinking our wine
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine
Dark and Cold
The nights we stole
As we’d escape from
Walls of wood
And walls of stone
To recreate the sounds
On the night I loved you
©bisonfolk 2011
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7. |
The Woodcutter's Son
03:30
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THE WOODCUTTER'S SON
Out in the woods
Beyond the fields
In a cottage made from tin
Lives a man
And with his lathe
He would carve the faces
Of people he knew on the shore
Of people that he knew before
He surrendered himself to the trade
Fell in love with the ones he’d create
Twas the Woodcutter’s Son
He fiddled away
With the friends that he made
Then he’d place them on the shelf
One by one
Giving them names
Of distant places
Where he had experienced love
From ones had no memory of
From ones he had known long ago
Whose cradles and lamp stands he’d known
Twas the Woodcutter’s Son
©bisonfolk 2011
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8. |
In Your Room
03:44
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IN YOUR ROOM
In the night
When you go (go out and)
Waste all your time
Doing all of your deeds before the dawn
You go out
In the dark (and then you)
Light up your spark
You strike the match
To melt the wax, but your wick’s flawed
Your candle blends with daylight
You light her up in the night
You didn’t know the wind blew
Through the cracks in your room
©bisonfolk 2011
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9. |
Autumn Snow
03:53
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AUTUMN SNOW
We will sow
We will sow
For to bring the autumn snow
And our labor shall not
Be for us in vain
She will grow she will grow
For to make their dresses flow
Till she’s seeded by the gin
Till the mistress weaves again
We will sow
We will sow
And she will grow
We will weave
We will weave
Until the Master has his sleeves
And for good measure
We’ll clasp his snaps ‘fore dawn
Never leave
Never leave
Until the unison’s agreed
That she is no longer rough
Like the hands that reap her up
We will weave
We will weave
And never leave
These blistered and
These calloused hands
Have done no work alone
We formulate
Then recreate
The patterns that we’ve sown
Foremost the gin
Then fibers spin
It’s all we’ll ever know
For are forebears
Have left us here
To reap the autumn snow
We will reap the autumn snow
©bisonfolk 2011
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10. |
Tired Hands
05:02
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TIRED HANDS
You stayed an hour
From where I once laid
With back on the grass
And feet where it was paved
Where water mixed in
With the rust and decay
You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying
Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)
But dear, as the light starts to fading,
My heart grows fond (Hey)
Its a product of absence I’m sure
Still I over-analyze (Hey)
A day without words makes me wonder
If your fingers grew tired
If you misplaced the wires
Under the water
Out the other side
We were intercepted
By fathers and scribes
With burnt offerings
We had finally arrived
You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying
©bisonfolk 2011
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11. |
Dark Am I
04:57
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DARK AM I
Staring through every window
Staring till the glass does break
Hiding on the mountainside
Descend the cliffs and let me see your face
When the doors to the streets are closed
And the sound of the grinding fades
When men rise up like birds
And all their songs grow faint
Dark am I
Dark am I
Dark am I
Yet lovely
Lai lai lai lai... (Hep)
©bisonfolk 2011
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The Last Bison Chesapeake, Virginia
The Last Bison’s mountain-top chamber music combines elements of alternative indie-folk with classical sensibilities. The music of this seven member band grew organically in the family living room and around backyard bonfires giving it a rootsy quality and yet the complex arrangements and refined strings seem just as appropriate in the symphony hall. ... more
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