Sawyer's Hope

by Mudlow

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    released October 2012

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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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Track Name: Fetlock
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.

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

Track Name: Catalina & the Cane Toad
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

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

Track Name: Dust
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.
Track Name: Damn Your Eyes
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.

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.


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

Track Name: Soil
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.