He thinks that he has found an answer to all the problems that he starts
He thinks it's all his power flowing from in the garden with his name
He stands up to me open always
his hands up pointing, straight-up holy
And who does he see
And oh he don't see me
He sees his face in the clouds, for he has gone to that wooden house
That wooden house he built his way
In the clouds on the clearest of days
It's a one-room haven
His face unshaven
The wood stacked neatly
His mountain treaty
Coffee, flour, jars of sweet tea
Listen closely, birds are chirping
in the rafters nests bring laughter
To his bedside, under deerhides
He wakes up early, his eyes filled with dew
Those aren't tears though, they're promises he means to keep
One by one, they fall down his cheek
He wakes up early, his eyes filled with you
Those aren't tears though, they're promises he means to keep
One by one, they fall down his cheek
When they're empty he lays down
When they're empty he don't make a sound
He's the only man in his town
And you're the only woman he has ever found
With eyes that color brown
credits
from Ramble Man, Ramble,
released August 27, 2013
Lukas Read - electric & acoustic guitars, bass, shaker, lead vocals, noise
Kurt Giammattei - Steinway baby grand, Hammond organ
Read Connolly - pedal steel
supported by 4 fans who also own “To His Bedside (under deerhides)”
Entire album is excellent. As is the rest of the catalog. Go back to 1970...take the Dead and Floyd and roll them up. Yet completely different.
Just plain old GOOD MUSIC. Ed Fransko
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