Lost Horse Porch Music

by Golconda

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    "I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock."
    -- Ed Abbey

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about

the musicians:

Luke Gullickson - guitar, banjo, voice
Graeme Francis - drums on "Lullaby"
Anthony Gleason - bass on "After the flood"

music & lyrics by Luke Gullickson
Oct - Nov 2009, Joshua Tree, CA
© 2009 by Luke Gullickson (ASCAP), all rights reserved

recorded Aug 2010 in Grand Lake, CO
except "The oaks" and "Sparrow/four walls" Nov 2009, Joshua Tree, CA

special thanks to the Joshua Tree National Park Artist-in-Residence program and all the folks involved with making it happen.

credits

released 30 December 2010
cover art by Travis Jeffords
photos by Luke Gullickson

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tags: acoustic guitar banjo desert music fingerpicking fingerstyle guitar folk indie folk mountain music singer-songwriter Chicago

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Track Name: The oaks
Someday, sweetie, you and I will speak
Somewhere in some worm-spun afternoon.
Sometime when the grass is rising high, high,
The moon would rise and part our lips again.

Emily, why don't you tell it to me?
Sing about the birds down in New Orleans
Emily, you know I'm never gonna leave you be
'Til you tell me about the oaks down in New Orleans.

Well the river's running windy
and the bridge is hanging low.
The evening light is waning dusty.
There's still a map to you, I know.

I've got a nickel and a dime and a Colt 45 on the dashboard,
I've got the wind in my hair and a gazing bitch to my right.
I've got the smiles of all the sailors of the morning,
Oh and I know all I'm missing is a word.

Emily, won't you tell it to me?
Sing about the birds down in New Orleans
Emily, you know I'm never gonna leave you be
'Til you tell me about the oaks down in New Orleans.

Emily, why don't you whisper to me
All about the birds down in New Orleans
Emily, you know it's plain to see
Everything about the oaks in New Orleans.
Tell me everything about the oaks in New Orleans
All about the oaks in New Orleans
Track Name: Everglade
I told you over and over again that it was not like that
But of course, all that meant is that it was.
You never responded. You just pointed your head
toward the Egyptian sands and waited.

Now it's been thirty days and I'm still wondering
How to get the mail out to the bay
On a perfect Sunday in springtime in the Everglades.
All I knew and all I know is that it's not too late.
It's never too late for anything.

So the taxi came to pick me up and we rolled down the hill
Like it was just another note hidden in a book.
I said I didn't want to forget the sacrifices this took,
And you said the reeds would remember.

Now it's been thirty days and I'm still wondering
How to get the mail out to the bay
On a perfect Sunday in springtime in the Everglades.
All I knew and all I know is that it's not too late.
It's never too late for anything.

Harem lamps and postcard stamps and button games we played
And all the things that stayed in the tree,
Please arise and undisguise and fly down the street
Come in with the heat to remind her

That it's been thirty days and I'm still wondering
How to get the mail out to the bay
On a perfect Sunday in springtime in the Everglades.
All I knew and all I know is that it's not too late.
It's never too late for anyone.
Track Name: Lullaby
Go to sleep, my lovely.
A mansion waits for you there,
with dozens of butlers and maids to bring you coffee.
Go to sleep, my lovely.
A cavern waits for you there,
with bridges to cross and passageways to explore.

Don't worry about me--
I'll be right behind you.
Don't worry about me--
I'll be on my way.

Go to sleep, my lovely.
A stallion waits for you there,
to take you anywhere you want to go.
Go to sleep, my lovely.
A flying machine waits there,
to give you a better vantage of our cabin.

Don't worry about me--
I'll be right behind you.
Don't worry about me--
I'll be there in my way.

When you're in the mansion, look up at the chandelier.
I'm the bright one at 9:00.
And when you're in the cavern, look at the torch on the wall.
I'm the shadow it casts on the bridge you cross.

And when you get across it to the starry meadow outside,
I will be there with a candle.
I will be there with a lantern.
I will be there with a firefly.

Go to sleep, my lovely.
Go to sleep.
Track Name: After the flood
So the road's been dusty,
So the sea was wide.
My Spanish mine's been salty
But my heart's been satisfied.
When you broke into the lighthouse,
Did you think that that was smart?
You should've guessed the thicket's been growing
Since we've been apart.

But I think it won't be long until the apple trees are strong--
You and I can climb one when we get there.

The next few months are chilly,
The days are chalky dark.
Right now the lake is frozen,
But soon there'll be a spark

On the trails we used to walk
On the streets we learned to cross
On the records that we played
On the beach that won't be hid
On the fish we used to throw back
And the backyard games we hid from.

Skipping stones from place to place
Until the books were bent,
The rope was frayed and withered
But the swing was never spent.
So when you were driving out of Paris
We climbed the bridge to dive
Where the sunlight was exploding
And the maples were alive.

And I think it won't be long until the apple trees are strong--
You and I can climb one just to see how far the water stretches.
Track Name: Satellite blues
There's a tunnel under the mountain
You'd better swim real fast or you ain't gonna make it

There's a piano on the mountain
You'd better play real loud or we ain't gonna hear you

There's a satellite over the mountain
You'd better jump real high or you ain't gonna reach it
Track Name: Sparrow/four walls
So you're calling me over there to the other side of the field
Where farmers listen to radios and country gravel peels
You know that I don't get over there much anymore.
You know that I won't be staying for long.

Sparrow, sing it louder--
I can't hear over the din.
Sparrow, you know the years are growing thick between us now
and four walls are rising within.

So you're calling me over there to the other side of town
Where the houses all are older and the trail starts winding down
You know, I think the view's just fine from where I'm standing now.
You know, I think I'm staying where I am.

Sparrow, sing it louder--
I can't hear over the din.
Sparrow, you know the years are growing thick between us now
and four walls are rising within.

So you're calling me over there to the far side of the lake
Where nothing's left of us but rotting two by fours and stakes
You say you think that I left something over there in the sand,
And the thing is, I'm afraid you might be right.