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Kill The Caribou
03:21
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Call it Iowa City and no one would know
That gold once was king there in the land of Southern Idaho
In a century's time, the Hawkeye had landed and Eagle Rock knew
That the placer gave way to a hunting preserve
But no one could kill the Caribou
The miners today brag and tell you they feared for their lives on its perilous road
But ask Monte Cristo, he'll tell you that men were more certain when the mining was slow
The deed to the land now belong to men whose steel can't match the timber inside
And it pales to the color of ore that the Chinese miners left behind
The wealthy send shovels and then cower in fear at what mining can do
But they'll be the ones in hiding to blame if anyone kills the Caribou
It was thirty-two brothels that were burning in to the night when the city arrived
In the conscience of statemen whose knowledge of wilderness was no better than lies
They gathered the ashes and spread them in school, and homes, and grocery store aisles
It's the ones by the mountain who know that their way of life survives only until the memory dies
The world is crying for money and they wait for their food.
They level the mountains and leave us to pray
That no one can kill the Caribou
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Boxcar Jerry
01:45
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Simons played a steel guitar, he made it roar and scream
He played the song and knew it so much more than you or me
Oh yes indeed!
He sets his amp up on the ground and hides behind his beard
And when he wails on Greta's strings, you won't believe your ears
Oh no!
He wished he was a boxcar, and he wished he was a light
And when he met the Dead, Lord it had to be a sight
Oh yeah!
He drink Rainier and smokes his cigarettes until ten
And if he didn't fall asleep, he'd smoke them all again
Oh yes I know!
So tune it down, and make it howl, and I'll be here 'til four
Because sounds so fine and unrestrained deserve a just reward
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Treasure Valley
02:56
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Will you grow up or will you give in?
You know that some are growing tired of what you have always been.
There's more and more almost everyday
They tell you in no uncertain terms you're standing in the way
When L.A. drives 10,000 more into the City of Trees
They'll slash and burn it in to New Stumptown and revel as you leave
Freak Alley is fine if it can't move
But when it comes to life, you'll have to hide your food
They hate your farms and Karens but they'd love to have your homes
The queen might give the pawns your palace, and leave you with the loan
When L.A. drives 10,000 more into the City of Trees
They'll slash and burn it in to New Stumptown and revel as you leave
They call it Treasure Valley for a reason, but it's getting overrun
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A Thousand To One
02:42
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The life of a man has no meaning when one thousand join in a cause
He wasn't one of their own, and his wages were counted as loss
By those who rode the express from Burke to the Sullivan Mill
To blow up the ore concentrator and find their place on "The Hill"
Those who knew him so well must share in a part of the blame
For letting him slip past the union and work without riding the train
He worked and he earned all their wages, so maybe this death he deserved
Or maybe for feeding his family, a privilege for members reserved
Could you hear the common folk shouting their approval for what had been done
The odds against any compassion for him would be worse than a thousand to one
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Keep It On Ice
04:08
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What did they need to survive?
When they left behind their homes for an unknown way of life?
The food had a thousand year advantage and knew right where to hide
The summer sun could rot it away in the blinking of an eye
We're rich for today, and you know it's true
But when tomorrow comes, what will you do?
To keep the dogs away, and everybody knew
Put it underground and keep it on ice
First intent was Willamette Valley
But the rivers in Idaho had what it takes for growing
The land around Salem was already overflowing
And the early people knew it was all Oregon Territory
We're here for today, and you know it's true
But when tomorrow comes, what will you do?
The land is hard to work and no complaint is new
So put it underground and keep it on ice
The ones who made these states our home
Are doing everything they can for a greater Idaho
The remnant's small and their enemies are louder
But they'll leave the coast behind and join at an unknown day and hour
We're only captives now and the officeholders know
What this land becomes without their undertow
When tomorrow comes they'll never let it show
They'll put it underground and keep it on ice
And keep it on ice
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6. |
State Of A Lawman
02:00
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When it all began, he had to be a man
How could he have know that they had set the stage?
They asked him for his name and watched him take his aim
They waited 'til Jack tripped and lost control
You say it's part of life, but tell that to his wife
And how you plan to pay your debt to her
That's the state of a lawman in this town
It's a shame I have to pay them to strike me down
When he heard the new, he didn't have to choose
Jack had seen an injured bull before
He hurried to the scene, and to his belief the police opened fire upon the bull
Well Jack knew what to do, but the police weren't through
They shot the bull and killed the rancher too
That's the state of a lawman in this town
It's a shame I have to pay them to strike me down
That's the state of a lawman in this town
It's a shame I have to pay them to strike me down
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Sing With Me
02:15
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You might have been able to sing with the voice of Cecilia
But then you started into words about steel and trucks and things
I thought I'd never see someone play E7 in a shuffle chord
And never blink, but you never give away what you really think
No one could ever drown you out, but it couldn't hurt
To ask someone to turn it down, so we could hear what you were saying
I nearly froze in my shoes when you turned around and said
Play a melody, play it clear and true and sing with me the way the Tom Waits used to
I can't forget the way I thought that Soda Springs had finally hit the big time
When I saw you on stage from the back of the waiting line
You never would return, so I took your job and you went away to Nashville
Living on "Tahra Time," but you'll be back when the weather is fine.
When the weather is fine
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High Desert Music
01:54
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If I could have a music town, I'd make it one by the rails
With Cliffs there off in the distance making that harmonica wail
It's wild and it's free and often sounds like Texas, but it's high desert music to me
The names of the chefs go like Moi and Alonzo, and they brought their flavors from the south
But not so far as to be from near Austin, but their plates measure up even now
It's just what I need and often tastes like heaven, but it's high desert flavor to me
It's a sound I can feel in the mountains and a voice I can hear on the road
It's faint and oftentimes it's buried by a country that won't let us go
It's time to break free and I might be a dreamer, but it's high desert music to me
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10. |
Take On The Clearwater
02:42
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Lay down your pike pole
You don't need your peavey anymore
Spent your life on a Wanigan, rolling out of bed at 4 a.m.
To take on, take on the Clearwater
You lived for the timber
And you wouldn't have it any other way
Always loved the view from a Bateaux, breaking out a jam in the April snow
To free up, free up the Clearwater
Now all we have is the Dworshak Dam
Orofino and Ahsahka can't imagine it before
When steelhead ran on the North Fork, and the log drive drove to Lewiston
To take on, take on the Clearwater
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11. |
Never Go Back
02:18
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If you decide
That your land
Should make a home
For millions of souls
You should know, yes you should know
You can never go back
There's plenty of space
But the desert is dry
Though living is good
When the river is high
You should know, in the midst of a draught
You can never go back
Give it some time
Before you allow
The crowd to arrive
In Idaho now
You should know that after a change
You can never go back
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Jason Greene Soda Springs, Idaho
Jason is a musician (guitar, harmonica, vocals, piano) from Soda Springs, Idaho. His first three albums are raw acoustic music with storytelling lyrics. Jason's latest album is "Idahoism," recorded on-site with Dan Mihlfeith. His influences include Bob Dylan, Townes Van Zandt, and Nirvana. A fifth album is in the works and features electric guitar. Thank you for supporting! ... more
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