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Yolo County Airport
04:49
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I’m drunk, I’m stoned, and I’m tired
But pretty soon I’m gonna be wired
On the love from the crowd
That makes me feel so proud
I’m flying in to the Yolo County Airport
Well we got a big gig at the Palms in Winters tonight
Everybody in the crowd is feeling all right
We were hanging with Mick and Keith
On Ibiza just last week
Now were flying in to the Yolo Country Airport
If you want to fly high all right
Flying in to Yolo County tonight
If you want to fly high well alright
Baby I’m coming home to you tonight
Well we Hawks finally caught our break
After seven long years thinking it was all just a big mistake
Now were caught in a bidding war
Our picture’s on the wall at the Apple Store
We’re flying in to the Yolo County Airport
CHORUS
We partied hard in the Tyson family yard
Playing catch and release with the chicken and geese
Out in the pond there’s a lot going on
It’s not flat at all
There’s a 20 ft elevation
We can see it all
Well our big jet plane hit a bad pocket of air
We dropped like a rocket woke up in the docket
Of the repossession hearing
They were taking away the Yukon
Cuz we couldn’t pay Barbossa
When the transfer case was broken
You see the deal that was sub rosa
Went awry in Mariposa
Still we’re flying in to the Yolo County Airport
CHORUS
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The Salty Sea
04:19
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Open Door
03:28
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Never Alive
04:42
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In The Garden
03:14
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Highway Down
05:14
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The chorus was written as we pulled into Paul Marshall's driveway after a long tour. Our love letter to our wanderings in the deserts of California.
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Hallowed Ground
04:24
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HALLOWED GROUND
Hallowed ground was burning up my feet
I was standing out in your street
Right beneath your window
Watching your candles glow
Hallowed ground was burning up my soul
I was halfway up the telephone pole
I was calling out your name
That hallowed ground will never be the same
Hallowed ground, hallowed ground
I’m standing making not a sound
Hallowed ground, hallowed ground
We got to get back on hallowed ground
Well the romance went the usual way
You’re in the kitchen with nothing left to say
There’s a child and a mortgage sleeping in our bed
I’m wide awake with these worries in my head
After all the poems and the plans
The recipes, the documents, the wedding bands
Put Mike Stinson on the stereo
These two lonely hearts need a place to go
CHORUS
Little bird outside our window
You said listen, he never sings the same
We listened for hours and hours
Little bird flew us away to
Our hallowed ground where our story began
Let’s make breakfast with our hallowed pots and pans
The ridge has got a dusting of snow
Let’s pack up the little one and go
Cause the little one has never seen the snow
CHORUS
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Good And Foolish Times
03:33
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GOOD AND FOOLISH TIMES
Red canyon walls and waterfalls
On my color TV
Late night call
Grab your shawl
You’re 800 miles away from me
Didn’t we have some good times
Some good and foolish times
Didn’t we have some good and foolish times
Didn’t we take some long rides
Some long and winding rides
Didn’t we take some long and winding rides
Goddam this telephone
Now I’m feeling more alone
I can’t call you again
I break down and drive all day
Sunset on the Great Salt Lake
I knew I’d find you at the Red Iguana Café
CHORUS
Then we have our same old fight
Underneath the disco lights
You’re out the door and then
Clear corn liquor in a jar
Locked in my brother’s car
Bet we’ll do it all again
CHORUS
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10. |
Getting Home Tonight
05:12
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GETTING HOME TONIGHT
I’m hanging on to a dream
I’ve slept in the dirt for a week
Jerry’s gone but his guitar’s still ringing
I have followed sights and sounds
I have froze on Hunger Mountain
Telluride was kind and we were singing
And the tattered unbowed tribe
Can be found from time to time
Will you share this bowl with me I think it’s raining
Well the campus was a breeze
But I have fled into the trees
Where the wanderers look down upon the city
She said I wonder how I’m getting home tonight
She had a sleeping bag and a sweet and subtle smile
She handed a tab to me
And I simply had to agree
I wonder how I’m getting home tonight
We were lying in the sand
And God reached down his hand
And said I now pronounce you Wanderer and Rainbow
And the sun electrified the park
Like a Mayan kept in the dark
We witnessed the rise of the sun for the very first time
I said do what you will to me
Take me, take me, take me
May I climb your glorious rainbow to my awakening
She said I wonder how I’m getting home tonight
She had a sleeping bag and a sweet and subtle smile
She handed her heart to me
And I simply had to agree
I wonder how I’m getting home tonight
Climb your glorious rainbow to my awakening
(I wonder how I’m getting home tonight)
Climb your glorious rainbow to my awakening
(I wonder how I’m getting home tonight)
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Carbon Dated Love
03:50
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CARBON DATED LOVE
From Topanga to the sea
You took a walk with me
To be free
To be free
Halfway down the trail
We were sprung from our jail
I see a whale
You fill your pail
With the spirits of the bees
The heat above the trees
You love flowers
And feel their powers
This old fern is our friend
Our love will never end
Carbon dated love
Tragedies unfold
My heart’s made out of coal
Carbon dated love
And there’s a fossil of a fern
When we open up the earth
Still glowing green
Down in the seam
There’s 300 years of coal
But it took so long to grow
Black as pitch
It flipped the switch
And in the dungeon down below
A forgotten miner’s glove
Waits its turn
Just like the fern
CHORUS
It started in the sun
But when we were done
The shade had taken hold
Under cottonwood trees
The wet canyon breeze
Mud seeps through our clothes
When we finally reached the shore
There stood an open door
Out in the foam, calling us home
We waded in the waves
Finally feeling brave
We stepped right through
Me and you
CHORUS
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EVER SINCE THE GRID WENT DOWN
I went back to smoking Marlboro Reds
Now no one worries about getting dead
I sleep when I’m tired and I eat when I can
I’m finally living like an honest man
Like and honest man
Out in my back yard I set up my TV
I painted it with symbols like it was 800 BC
Got down on my knees and prayed to this God
Got up on my roof and covered it with sod
Covered it with sod
Ever since the grid went down
I’m through acting like a clown
I sleep when the sun goes down
Ever since the grid went
Ever since the grid went down
I killed a man for batteries
I killed a man for gas
I almost killed a soldier for talking too fast
Talking to fast
I use my Telecaster to paddle my boat
My G5 tower’s a milking stool
For milking my goat
I go fishing in the reservoir and forage in the dump
I charge admission to my Andy Gump
To my Andy Gump
CHORUS
I caught my neighbor tapping into my well
Loaded up my sling shot and sent him to hell
Now his wife is my wife and his whiskey too
His three little children are sewing my shoes
I gotta hit the mountains for some winter meat
Feed my brand new family a tasty treat
Oh it may sound wicked but the logic is sound
Ever since the grid went, Ever since the grid went
Ever since the grid went, Ever since the grid went
Down
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ENVIRONMENTAL CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE
The environmental children of the future
Are making green plans for tomorrow
The environmental children of the future
Don’t need to steal or borrow
From their grandchildren’s rain
From their grandchildren’s sun
From their grandchildren’s mountain
The way that we have done
The environmental children of the future
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The environmental children of the future
Yeah, yeah, yeah
There’s a willowy lass who was first in her class
At the architecture school in the city
With recycled materials she built towers filled with dreams
Built on the pattern of a spinning falling leaf
After graduation she moved away to Maine
She’s building hay bale shelters in the cold October rain
CHORUS
Well the hundred year floods came in September
Then the hundred year floods came in November
And the hurricanes and flames came down on the plains
And the children of the future said “remember!”
The environmental children of the future
Took their elders by the hand
They said the earth is a self-regulating organism
Let me help you understand
And the willowy lass lay down on the grass
Shedding tears for the Great Barrier Reef
And the sky overhead was her feathery bed
Floating freely like a spinning falling leaf
CHORUS
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14. |
Keep It In A Bottle
05:06
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I See Hawks in L.A. Los Angeles, California
I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. formed in the first year of the 21st century on a desert journey that has led to ten releases, UK/Europe and U.S. tours, and way too much fun. Alt country folk rock with rich harmonies and a way outsider approach to Americana. See them live! Top Ten Americana Releases, MOJO ... more
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