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New England

by Salt & Samovar

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1.
The Late Summer Wains to a thin chill at night And the memories of the colored corn on doors do arrive Familiar like family new shades of past are alight the wood & colors calling forth a sunken side My Heart is pastoral feeling wide for my mothers nature the exotic ways of foreign lands never can escape her New England smells again of dying leaves Our hearts won't grow so cold from the breeze The Summer is ending & I want it too.
2.
I'm So Sorry 04:05
I’m So Sorry for all I’ve ever said It hangs around me as heavy as lead The good know the candle burns out when you are dead And Me I’m so sorry for all I’ve ever said If I try to explain it’s like I said it all again The point taken back proves it was an attack And I’ve read somewhere that the noble are quiet The loud once bold are often soon tired If you fear what you say rubs people the wrong way You either purge yourself of noise or of your guilty ways If I try to explain it’s like I said it all again The point taken back proves it was an attack And I, I burn when I can’t speak But I know that it isn’t weak, It is strong
3.
On the North Shore of Boston my ship is sailing It’s a leaving from the port town just south of Salem Gonna catch me a fish with a belly full of gold I’m looking for one that is old on this trip of whaling When I blow into a town they likely will recognize They say “there goes tom Moore, a master of setting ties A rogue & a rambler, saved from death nine times He got a hook for his right hand & his face is like gnarly vines.” Well I’m waging on a fortune, heavy to be exact I’m boxing up his treasure, eaten up by his tax Oh I used to own my own rig outfitted to the teeth Some devilish squall came & took it a way from me
4.
Perfume 05:12
Spent all day trying to make perfume I’m sick of hoe soft these songs do bloom But I wanna do oh right by you If I could churn the butter I would sell it off fast The songs could be the logs of my raft But I wanna do right by you CH: When Comes the Day I’ll finish what I made When comes the day all debts are paid On the side I’m looking to make a scent (cent) To draw out success from her closed tent But I wanna do so right by you
5.
A small rapping crows at the heart We got off to an awkward start I think you want me on your terms But neither of our hearts do burn Miles of racetracks in your head We all got our layers to shed I know this fact it’s not something I’ve read You make a decision if you want the bread I’m looking for something your little body could never give I need a mountain, I’m no longer a kid There’s to many choices in the modern world I’d like to take a home with one girl Too many blocking boulders to hurl I open oysters looking for the pearl I’m looking for something your little body could never hold I need a mountain as I grow old It’s nothing big to cry about Not like you were Helen of Troy But it’s always the illusion That hurts me oh when it’s destroyed
6.
The Wolf 03:24
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We came down with witches just past midnight All spirits came out from where they hide And I Hold the green garlands for the fair bride The bride she wore white, the groom he wore grew All ancestors rose for the big day And I know nothing here can be taken away CH:I’d like to be, be there again Skeleton wedding in spring Now we eat grass cakes & spring cordials Queen Anne’s Lace, Skullcaps, & Morels And I watch the moonlight dance on their skulls CH Saints pass a by in robes of fine silk All of the dead will rise to the ilk And I rub the brides rose, it will never wilt CH
8.
I’m far past the Mason-Dixon Line In a place far from northern time My country has gotten so ugly But I say this cause don’t you know I love it I won’t be caught up in your tricks My lady will build a house for us to live If you love your mother why do you let her lay down with evil men? Would you rather watch baseball while they clean out her head? We were one, but now we are two I wrote this on a southern porch All the chains around me I wish I could torch The highway’s clogged You can’t see for miles I’m sitting here wishing we could give you back your style We were one, but now we are two I’m sitting here wishing we could give all right back to you
9.
Big Brown Eyes Early Life smile All through the mind There was no trial And I know we were in the East And sat together under Tamil trees It goes…. And I sat I watched you finish mom’s book I could not hold back I cried like a brook Because you, you are my home And we know Where we come from And we know Just where we going Jewish in name Hindu by faith Christian in country It all does the same It goes… Well I do see Oh pastures of plumes Harvesting fruits Of silent virtue Because you are my home
10.
Anniversary 04:59
I played a song By an old Scottish King In an empty room That I sat in But you know the smile of the Lord Was in the ether Sometimes its just luck That makes a seeker Ch: Sometimes my light is turned on And other times it is gone I drank a whisky Like an old Scottish King In an empty room That I sat in But you know the smile of the Lord Was in the ether Sometimes its just luck That makes a seeker Sometimes my light is turned on And other times It is gone Sometimes I wish my light would turn on Its cold waiting in the dark for so long But I push right on Well I am free We are free This whole Song is our Anniversary
11.
There’s a universal shift A continental drift From grasslands to urban abyss Oh my Aunties dying here With questions in her ear She’s lost from her world in fear Her contemporary soldiers Climbed upon the shoulders living for war as they grew older And their kind populates The leaders of the state The state now has us irate What were you defending Medieval never ending The darkness of false light bending It is treachery we know Can not turn off the show It hits you in moments When you are alone CH: Sit with me a bit And watch the bombs riff There must be someway Not to get hit I’ve read how gentry felt When great old Europe fell Now it is the poor who melt And the people took the King They clipped his purple wing Made you think you held the ring At least Jacobites Had class & divine right Now we have leaders whose speeches they can’t right CH There’s a fork in Bunker Hill For all the soldiers killed Before companies stole our will CH

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This is our second album. It pays homage to the north-easterly region of our birth, a pastoral embrace to keep us warm in the cold American metropolis. "New England" is a patchwork of players, recording studios, apartments and ideas, all somehow important in resurrecting these visions of rocky beaches, pine woods, dying leaves, whaling vessels, cannon balls and a relentlessly ominous future.

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released April 4, 2011

D.S. Moltz - guitar, vox, organ
Dane Risch - bass, vox, mandolin
Kelli Scarr - vox, organ
Fiore Tedesco - drums
Daniel Mintzer - drums, percussion, vox
Joanne Schornikow - organ, church, vox
Daniel Chen - piano, vox
Brigid Bibbens - violin, electric violin
Dan Brantigan - trumpet, flugelhorn
Bonnie Crocker, Maya Ferrara - additional vox

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