Put down the apples
Make up your mind
Some old man once told me that you're not the leaving kind anymore
You might beat on the drums with matchsticks
Stand up on your chair
A younger man did tell me there's a different world out there
Where we can ride
If you'll tie up both your laces and decide
But as you do your buttons
And kick away the snow
You should listen to your mother,
She says, everywhere you go
That the Milwaukee blues will find you
And the crickets will remind you of the door
The woven scrim will set in
Like the oak leaves that you let in on the floor
And this time it's sticking 'round
When I was nine and twenty
I knew a girl like you
She'd throw open the windows
Whenever a cold wind blew down from the west
One day we two were walking
Down a brick lane by the Seine
A white dog walked behind us,
Except he'd disappear just when I turned around
All the same, his paws did make that clicking sound
I never saw that woman fluster
Or shed a single tear
But when she left that morning,
She whispered right into my ear
That the Milwaukee blues would drive me
To the creekbed and deprive me of my rest
All the fences will be broken
But I'll lack the key to open up the chest
And this time it won't be found
Now that I am older
I don't scare with such ease
When a cat comes scratching at my door
I'll make her ask me please before I let her in
The raindrops on the tin roof make a din
But the Milwaukee blues sit silent
Like a mantelpiece, compliant, over the fire
Its teeth have all been busted
Since its poetry fell rusted along the wire
And this time it's staying down
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023