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Begun in 2008 when I thought about composing some country for WMCL in McLeansboro, thinking I might live down there. Second half written in October 2009.


See them little runt cats a-playin underneath the rusted car
They’re gonna have twenty kittens of their own before they haul it away
They sleep all night in a wheel well never knowin where they are
And so do we too but I guess we like it that way

We don’t know the make or the model-number of this world that spins
But I guess that would only enable us to complain
And I have faith that the dealer wouldn’t want us phoning in
Each time there’s rain

And the night bogs down the mirror inside the valley
And I’m holding it out to the world tonight

Throw another stick on the burn pile, let us light the bonfire high
On a solitaire sort of night that tests our heart against chill
Hold me forever darlin let the tears come from your eye
If emotion don’t make you soon enough the hot ashes will

I forged the trail through the tall grass found a place in the hills
On the backs of generations just to observe
They’ll pull me back in their laps if what I see makes me
Lose my nerve

I’m a baby in this world
(So late to the show)
(Growing arms and legs to walk)
(Great Spirit teach me how to talk)


from A Place In The Hills, released August 20, 2011
Magilla on voice, 2 steel-string acoustics, bass, organ, piano, sax, percussion. Jonathan Raby of Ravenhill on drum kit.



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