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1.
If you wait until the morning, there’ll be nothing left but love If you close your eyes & sleep babe, it’ll be me you’re dreaming of But tomorrow will bring tears, & freedom from some future pain If you want to know the truth dear, it ain’t me who’s all to blame Let me tell you truly, you are lovely like a dream That lingers on my mind all morning, ‘til noon’s hot reality But you know I’ve got to leave you, it’s the summer & I’m free I can’t stay with you forever, if I can barely stay with me
2.
The World 04:04
I’m in the game in the thick of the weeds & I do not know where I’m going to be In the end. In my dreams it comes down so much faster Than in the books, but in the streets they all know They know & they know how it’s going to go & it goes, round again & it comes to where it ends So it goes round again, in the World as in the heavens But in my dreams it comes down so much faster Than in the books, but in the streets there is blood & there’s booze & there’s bums & there’s suits & ambulances & the boys in blue There’s junkies in McDonald’s trying to catch the news & there’s crowds of me & crowds of you and I know I know & I know how it’s going to go
3.
I think it would be nice / for you to follow your own advice When the devil is at your door / ya gotta go & sin no more// How would it look to you / if the world was just lit with truth Cuz life is a simple gift / when Love is all there is// How would it look to me/when illusions are all I see Cuz there ain’t no need to fight/ when the information is right// I think it would be wise / for me to follow my own advice When the Trickster tarries with you / you gotta give that devil his due What the hand finds to do ya gotta do with all your heart
4.
In the spring, in the spring, when the sunshine sings & the forest echoes in bloom & you have what you need by the sycamore tree, & you know that your lover is true & your faults & your fears recede from your ears, & the triumph of summer is soon & the walls that you build are toys to be filled by the whims of your spiraling mood How quickly summer comes & leaves begin to fall How slowly anamnesia grins inside the fog In the wasteland of the Empire, in the Appalachian hills We are fighting a battle to learn how to be still As the world burns, we fuck ourselves & doubt if we have will King Ludd wakes, the bells breaks, like a mid-October chill & where am I know that all the leaves are gone…?
5.
Lost in the World & I’m lost in myself, I thought that I saw you but I couldn’t tell *So I’m goin’ to see my Lord The fake & the false are the same as the real, I long to be where I cannot feel I sat by the river and watched myself float, I long to be where I do not know.
6.
The Door 04:10
All in all I know, easy come, easy go, but my daring turns to vertigo as I look below Thru city streets, thru the traffic beat, thru the siren’s call inside the all, I know I’m free Cuz I’ve waited at the door so many times before, my heart can break no more & I’m wonderin’, if this is how it’ll be, can it just be this easy? In city streets, in the traffic beat, in the siren’s song we are one, I am you, we are free But the world blooms on, & in Babylon, I still sing the same old song; it won’t be long
7.
If I didn’t remember who you are, would you listen to the World in my heart Feeling stupid in the back of the room, thru the darkness, all the smoke & gloom I fall on my knees to feel your soul Or I wouldn’t remember who I was, & trade your memories for all of my trust Feeling stupid in the back of my head, the silence fills it loud enough to wake the dead & fall on my knees to feel your soul / all that I am is here & then gone
8.
Buskers 03:04
I sing for my whisky, I sing for my food, I sing for my smoke & I sing for my mood The day began with a sunrise, the night will end with a sunrise I sing for the spangers, I sing for the suits, I sing for the drunks & I’ll sing just for you I sing for the rivers, I sing for the sky, I sing for all the pretty girls as they pass me by
9.
We stand alone outside, sharing a cigarette & I just want to fuck you But we share just the air, just the breath, not the earth, not the touch & the waters rise as the fire subsides & it goes down slowly, it bends it’s shape & then recedes It moves in & out again like breath like sex like suffering All the way down to your heart All the way down to it, don’t want the World to stop spinning But it does and you & I are caught in it
10.
Look into the sun & know you’re one, even in the darkest days of summer Look into the sky & know your fear, even when it seems to disappear You are in the base of the belly of the Beast You are me, life everlasting, feeling in your skin Look into the world & know your soul, even when it seems like a black hole Look into your self & know your role, even when the gates of heaven open up You are in the base of the belly of the Beast You are free to live while you can be feeling in your skin
11.
Roll On 04:04
All I know & all I will, all I dare but I just can’t sit still I know what you want when you say my name I know that you want what you came for Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Gotta roll on, gotta roll on Don’t you wait until the fire burns out, Don’t you wait until the tide rolls out All I do and all I see, all that I am can never not be me The rhythm of the river is the shape of the shore, Like all that there is never can be more, no more.

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released September 22, 2014

Isaac Hill: Tenor guitar & banjo, vox
Heidi Hill: Tambourine, shaker, harmony vox
Ian Hill: Mandolin
Noel Mullen: Flute, harmony vox
Faith Hersey: Djembe
James Bristol: Standup bass, album art
Chris Fazio: Fiddle, Trumpet
Ben Barson: Baritone sax
Johnny Snape: Washboard
Chris Blake: Accordion
Joey Schuller: 5 string banjo
Kasey Fusco: Suspend cymbal & claves

Words and music by Isaac Hill except for the 3d verse of "Buskers" by Jim down by the river.

Produced by the Hills and the Rivers
Recorded and engineered by Kasey Fusco

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Post-apocalyptic river folk. From the roots to the branches, the springs to the sea.

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