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Weekend Panic
02:18
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Friday night’s gonna kill me dead,
It’ll bury my bones, maybe I’ll dig instead,
Well, either way, I’m in the ground.
But it’s warm with the worms, and the beetles adore me.
They gnaw at my bones and they chew on my body.
How nice a purpose I have found!
And Saturday morning will come with a spade.
It’ll march in the boneyard and dig up my grave,
And say, “You ain’t allowed to die just yet!”
But Saturday night will repeat the whole show.
It’ll kill me in cold blood, and bury me low.
In the morning, the soil has set.
This whole routine’s begun to take its toll on me.
Not even death can set me free.
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The Jolly, Young Hunter
03:02
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I am a hunter, a hunter am I
A hunter of beasts that go by the night
I am a hunter, a hunter, I say
A hunter of beasts that go by the day
When I was a-ramble in woods one day
I spotted a beast not so far away
Produced my rifle and took aim
Fired once at the beast for to make it lame
And when it was injured, when it’d been hurt,
Produced I my skinner, and made swift work.
The hide of the beast did I carve free,
To tan into leather to wear over me
[Chorus]
And when it was skinless, bloody, and beat
I gralloched the beast, and cut out the meat
I took not the innards, nay, those I did spare
I left all the guts in the glen somewhere
[Chorus x2]
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Like beggar’s lice and cocklebur
Through which I reckless go,
Into my mackinaw you plant your spurs
In hopes the seeds might grow.
The cottonwood has loosed its seed
Into the Autumn air.
It hovers aimless in the breeze;
Finds purchase in my hair.
And I’ve been told
That May’s gone out to roam.
And now, the cold
Comes creepin’ in my home.
Now, Winter bleeds herself to death
Some months on down the line.
My hair is whipped by her last breaths,
And green sprouts from a spine.
And Heaven is a blue-flag iris comin’ up
As mosses make an empire of the well.
Salvation is the blooming of the buttercups
The good marsh-marigold I love so well.
And soon, the cold
Might leave this house alone,
‘Cause I’ve been told
That May is comin’ home.
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Red Roses (Acoustic)
02:09
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Weeds in my garden
Don’t do any harm.
Some color brightly,
And most have their charms.
But I know a plant
Worse than any old weed.
I’ve a bright crimson rose bush
I can’t stand to see.
Oh, go down, Red Roses!
Oh, go down, I say!
I don’t want to see you
In my garden today!
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Jack Landis Princeton, New Jersey
He/They
Folk and Americana music written, performed, and produced by a sad white pine tree.
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