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Sawyer's Hope

by Mudlow

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lloydd
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lloydd A shout out to my friend betweenthetracks for the heads up on this band. Love the sax (the bari sax) along with the gritty vocals and superb story telling. This is a hidden gem, that shines brighter with each listen. Favorite track: Phantoms in the Rain.
Carsten Pieper
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Carsten Pieper I would have seen them on the fantastic Orange Blossom Special festival this weekend if it weren't for that blasted virus. So probably next year, guys. See you in Beverungen!
And for the music: It's some stray doggy kind of Blues which should work extremely well live on stage...
Mike Powers
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Mike Powers It's not just a sax. It's a bari sax. Favorite track: Dust.
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1.
Fetlock 04:09
Three hundred and fifty acres A fishing tank down by the trees A ninety foot Lebanese cedar My family name upon the deeds. I tore the sign down by the roadside. They want to auction off my land. I turned my pickup in the driveway and parked behind a shiny new sedan. [chorus] Take my horses to the water Let them run, let them breed Swim them over the river Set them free. Lawyers called me here this morning They sent the bailiffs at noon I called my dogs down from the landing and said 'Y'all come back and visit soon' My favourite chestnut Apaloosa Autumn berry dapples on his hide He kicked the rail from his enclosure Caught his fetlock on the wire [chorus]
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The cane toad croaked out in Sawyer's Hope Spinning in the rip-tide, rolling in the foam A fat Coke float, a sunnyside yolk His dead hand clinging to a guard rail rope Pull up the shutter and jump back from the cutter Step into the light so I can see you better What you tell me won't go any further than me and my pad and a tape recorder You better start to talk before I cure your stutter with a big black mariah full of fairies in leather Leaning on your shoulder while you're calling for your lawyer when you could be rolling home back to your woman and your daughter [Chorus] Catalina, you got what you wanted but you won't get away from me Catalina, you get what you're given with nobody standing in your way Keep on looking over your lily-white shoulder Well, we know about the floozies, the cabin cruises and the rich man swimming in the middle of November His poor wife sitting in a country club sipping on a dry Martini in a sling-shot bikini That was our mistake, we were dredging up the lake with a dinghy and a rake. She was making her escape Crying at the wheel then fixing up her face She's eating chicken-in-a-basket by the casket at the wake [Chorus]
3.
Dust 03:29
A pecan husk, moors on a pond-lily's shore, vines slide down to the deep. The cold, flaxen veins like an old hand on the cane that helps me remain on my feet Empty old house, feel free to roam around. I'll cut you a key, can you lock up when you leave, It jams in the door. Nobody comes here anymore, there's nothing left to take and nothing left to see. A nocturnal scene, flecks of her skin adrift in an ocean, particles in a beam unveiled by a cloud, now I'm too frail to reach out and hold her last gift to me.
4.
Your eyes trap the light like a beer bottle sinking in the river on a moonlit night. Bootlace tourniquet holding back a stocking lace tapping out a tattoo on your thigh. Your poor heart is beating like a hawk moth's wing trapped beside a spider in a jar. You know you should be going but the beer tap is flowing as you fumble for the key to your car. [chorus] Who you owe the money to? They've been asking round here for you. Who you owe the money to? There's a laminated kodak photostat description of you. Your eye's like a lantern hanging in the wind strung out along the river bank. Whipcrack pistol shot out in the parking lot you're losing all the colour from your head. Hid out in the boathouse, shaking like a field mouse, snakes skate the surface of the lake. You've been in trouble since your mama let your papa talk her into jumping in the sack. [chorus] Your eyes are like a butane spitting out a blue flame trying to cast a shadow in the rain. Alarm bells, siren swells, muzzle flash and fishtail ripping up the oyster shell. Kill the light, flick the switch, push it in a drainage ditch, I think somebody's looking out for it. Run into the cover crop, kick your city shoes off. You're gonna bring your dinner back up [chorus]
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Zane Merite 03:41
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The Jester 03:40
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No Use 02:37
9.
Soil 04:22
He's pissing on my kindling, he's fouling in the yard. I'm gonna fetch my pick and dig a pit out in the dark. I know you never loved me you drove away my car you left your hound in the floodlit mist as you backed out from my yard. He's begging at my table, he's picking at the scraps I'll take him to the river with a rock tied in a sack I know you never loved me and you're never coming back I soak your things in gasoline and i fumble for the match. You'll see it all burn down. You'll hear your doggie howl. damn your rotten little town You're worth less than horse piss as it sinks into the soil. Now you're gone there's nothing left but this sorry looking hound. He lit out when the rooster crowed and followed you to town. You never loved me now there's nothing left. I rise up in the cold and damp and I ring that roosters neck. You'll see it all burn down. You'll hear your doggie howl. damn your rotten little town You're worth less than horse piss as it sinks into the soil. Kicking through the ashes as I lay my burden down Watching from the hollow as I drink my bourbon down.
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Evol 04:52

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released October 1, 2012

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Mudlow Brighton, UK

Mudlow play the soundtrack to the dark worries...
when you can't sleep at night!
There's trouble everyday!
The dread of a flat tire
on a country two-lane road
at ten o'clock at night,
where you can still be seen.
Somebody's at the back door,
there's a lady at the bar you used to know, and she's strapped,
...and a jukebox plays a Mudlow album.
~Rick Saunders.
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