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Trouble in Bismarck (47X-101)
M’s stash of iodine tabs
Went missing in Fargo after the train
So we’ve cut south to Bismarck
Camp Benzo, the Pharma Ruins, Làngfèi
The air is thick with smoke and sickness
Grey hueco nod by a trash fire
We keep to shadows
but each step, all over, I'm feeling their eyes.
With all the good I’ve seen it’s easy to forget
How trouble can make you mean if you dance too close to it
A person’s a dangerous thing when they’ve got little left
Trouble can make you mean if you sleep too near to it
The maijia wound us round
A maze of narrow streets
We should have cut and run
When we saw the other three
M grabbed my arm and took the tabs
When she saw the knife
Any turn was the right one
Each step all over I’m feeling their eyes
With all the good I’ve seen it’s easy to forget
How trouble can make you mean if you dance too close to it
A person’s a dangerous thing when they’ve got little left
Trouble can make you mean if you sleep too near to it
“Qù nǐ mā de” M said
As we set down our packs
We’d run for half an hour
The whole time looking back
I sat by our small fire
M sleeping at my side
Watching the shadows
the whole night, all over I’m feeling their eyes
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A Long Walk Under a Gray Sky (48X-102)
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He Loved Winter (LYN805)
03:47
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He Loved Winter (LYN805)
Dawnlight on frost covered grass
The whisper of an icy wind
The shiver of a northern blast
Snowfall blanketing the meadow
Nightsky in January cold
Holds the starshine gentle
Relishing the brightness
Cloudless calm and brittle
And I’m trying to find the words to describe
Seasons she may never see
The warm flit of a campfire
Orange on leave-less trees
A chill a hungry slumber
The soft and pale fields
And I’m trying to find the words to describe
Seasons she may never see
When I was a child
In the blue grey quiet
The ice would freeze so thick
We could walk across it
Like in the old time vits
March was marked by meltings
Of earth and green revealing
Respite and life-breathing
And I’m trying to find the words to describe
Seasons she may never see
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Another Long Walk, Another Gray Sky (48X-103)
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Andy’s Warbent (LYN298)
03:22
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Andy’s Warbent (LYN298)
She wakes in a fever
all her blankets in a knot
She shudders and trembles
But she tries to play it off
She sees Greys in the shadows still
She jumps if somethings dropped
We'll find some vacant suburb
A place the war has spared
Grow our own food, get some quiet
And try to start again
A drone too close, she whispered
And shivered in her shock
I held her through the night
And prayed we'd make it out
Your eyes on mine
Stay with me
We'll find some vacant suburb
A place the war has spared
Grow our own food, get some quiet
And try to start again
She's struggled to shake it
Even though the fighting’s stopped
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The Wastes of N Dakota (47X-104)
Soot hills envy charcoal skies
In the wastes of N Dakota
I think I hear a fury
In the canyon
Gravel, glass, and turbine bits
Sandpaper the granite
I’ve seen vits that claim the storm’s the same
From when my Dads were kids
Searched the hills for crevices
A place for us to shelter
Folks have been cast out from here
Since before my memory started
Just then the cyclone crests
Bent as if to greet us
I pointed toward the shadows
On the east side of the hill
The spinning mass unbraided
Ever closer at our backs
I felt its breath hot on my neck
Tempting our surrender
As the great storm swallowed up
The shelf of shale we stood on
We folded ourselves snug into
A space between the boulders
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No Juice (LYN###)
02:07
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No Juice (LYN###)
[inaudible]
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Solar Station at the Dawson Airstrip (47X-105)
M is still coughing hard nearly every time she takes a breath in
An outside pocket on my pack fell apart, sanded clean through by the wind
There are less folks up here than I thought there’d be, but the station is a challenging climb
The LYN has been dead for two weeks, and it felt like such a long time
We’ve been hard pressed, but doing our best
to keep our spirits up when we can, I’m still good for a laugh or two says M
The guy who seems to run the place says it’s 40 yrs since they fell off the grid
He’s got no reason to leave here, he’s made a home in the hangar with his kid
They don’t really ration power anymore, they figure if you make it it’s earned
All these folks are weary, but they share stories & food & wait their turn
We’ve been hard pressed, but doing our best
to keep our spirits up when we can, I’m still good for a laugh or two says M
Turns out all the stories are true, sounds like they’ve got it better up north
We met a woman from Edmonton, she’s been sneaking plums across the border
She said their cities still have running water, and they keep their kids in school til grade eight
M smiled at me with tears in her eyes and said “It finally feels like we’re gonna make it.”
We’ve been hard pressed, but doing our best
to keep our spirits up when we can, I’m still good for a laugh or two says M
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Always Watching Over Me (LYN762)
My daughter
Sleeping in the moonlight
I wonder
What you might become
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His Garden (LYN641)
03:31
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His Garden (LYN641)
I’m at my happiest when my knees are damp with earth
I think I’ll put in meadowsweet next to the tulsi by the linden tree
Prem always teases me when I come covered in dirt
But then he spoils me using his water to wash beneath my shirt
It takes a certain kind of fool
To ask more of the soil after all we’ve put it through
But if there’s any earthen grace
Grow, and let my family survive in this place
There’s mugwort for Andy, she’s been having nightmares since we left camp Judd
A raised bed of fenugreek, Prem said his mama would make family recipes
And freestone nectarines, with any luck the tree will fruit in 3 springs
The way the seasons stumble now, a sprout of any green would be a blessing
It takes a certain kind of fool
To ask more of the soil after all we’ve put it through
But if there’s any earthen grace
Grow, and let my family survive in this place
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Mending Brooklyn, New York
The Wakerobin Archive is an ongoing experiment in speculative storytelling in song.
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Book 01, "We Gathered at Wakerobin Hollow" is a four hour, nine album drone folk exploration of sisterhood and climate change.
Book 02 commences in March 2020.
Mending is Kate Adams and Joshua Dumas
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