Sundowser

by Bow Thayer

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credits

released 24 July 2015

Bow Thayer > acoustic and electric Bojotar* and guitars, banjo, bass banjo, synthesizer, vocals
Jeff Berlin > drums and percussion
Alex Abraham > bass, vocals
JD Tolstoi > Fender Rhodes
Marco Benevento > organ, Moog synthesizer, Wurlitzer, piano on tracks 1, 3, 7, 10
RLee Adams > organ on tracks 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 11, 12
Tracy Bonham > lead vocals on track 11, backing vocals
Justin Guip > Bojotar, studio effects
River Thayer, Juniper Duggan, Fiona Guip, Angus Guip > vocals

Engineered and Mixed by Justin Guip
Produced by Bow Thayer and Justin Guip
Arranged by Bow Thayer, Jeff Berlin and Justin Guip

Recorded at The Woodshed (Stockbridge VT) and Milan Hill Studio (Red Hook, NY)
Mastered by Alex McCoullough at Yes Master Studios (Nashville, TN)

Scott Florance, Battenkill Music > Management, Executive Producer
Elizabeth Freund > Publicity
Hello Maseman > Artwork and Layout
Julie Berlin > Webmaster
Tom McNeill > Photography

All songs written by Bow Thayer (Elbop Music, SESAC)

* For information about the Bojotar visit Eastwood/Airline guitars: www.eastwoodguitars.com/airline-bojotar-black/

www.bowthayer.com

Copyright 2015

I would like to personally thank all the folks at Tweed River Productions, Scott Florance and Margo Strauss, Mary Guip for her above and beyond hospitality, Angus and Fiona for cracking us all up, Matt and Chris Lillie, Nate Bagley, Jason Twigg-Smith, Jake Wildwood, Douglas Chase, Chris McGandy, Scott Corneille, Robert Rich, Trish McDonough, Mike Dann, Joey Leone, Vincent Freeman and Suzy Keene.

And especially to Lolli for her extreme dedication and love, Rye for his total acceptance that Dad is a freak, and River for being a freak of a different nature, my parents for simply enduring, and of course, Libby for keeping an eye on the chickens when I’m gone.

To the many people who have paved and pushed along the way and the friends whom we have yet to make… we will see you all down the road.

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Bow Thayer's music features the electric banjo and fuses experimental elements with Americana, rock, bluegrass, and folk, resulting in a singular, progressive sound that has earned descriptions ranging from “Green Mountain soul” to “modern backwoods music.” American Songwriter says this "onetime Levon Helm compatriot is the best artist to come from New England in recent years." ... more

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Track Name: Burning Miles
Burning miles, burning miles, burning miles down
Where the wheels meet the ruts, wear the stone down
Count the poles, the high wires fire information
The air is alive

Burning miles, burning miles

We heard the bells, they was ringing in the town square
They was comin’ from a rusty old loud speaker
The people there, well they really didn’t seem to care
The babies just cried

Burning miles, burning miles

Recall the days when the clouds brought that hail ‘round
In all its rage, beat the salt into the ground
We just stared at the broken vegetation and said our goodbyes

Burning miles, burning miles

Beneath the overpass, we met a young man
With a story inside a spray paint can
In modern symbols revealed a revelation
Then he asked us for a ride

Burning miles, burning miles

We bed down in the woods on the outskirts
Near a paddock where a giant horse once stood
Set out to pasture ‘cause he couldn’t run so good
He was unfit to ride

Burning miles, burning miles

Tires so thin, could barely hold the air in
Lugs so stripped down, couldn’t hold a wrench on
Fog so thick, I’m guessing my direction…

Burning miles, burning miles
Track Name: Dinner Warnings
Here we go again
The bird flies straight into the windshield
I should have swerved
I should have swerved

I want to you to know
I love you more now than before
I thought you should know
I love you more now

Here we go again
The bullets fly from left to right
I should have known
To let it go

I want you to know
I love you more now than before
I thought you should know
I love you more now

Let the reel spin
The hindsight lights up the screen
Oh, what a show
Just let it roll

I want you to know
I love you more now than before
I thought you should know
I love you more now

Here we go again
We click our heels and grind our wheels
I wasn’t warned

I want you to know
I love you more now than before
I thought you should know
I love you more now
Track Name: So We Build
Picking through the giving ground
Listen for the hollow sound
Hollow sound coming from the stone

A stone within a soul, within a soul, within a stone
A stone within a soul, within a soul, within a stone

And we shine
And we feel good
From the neck
To the backbone
Arms outstretched
Reaching

So we build
And we breathe
Then we fail
So we build

Looking up at the canopy
I see a shaking leaf
Lifting up before it loses hold

That holds within its soul, within its soul, within its hold
That holds within its soul, within its soul, within its soul, within its hold

And we shine
And we feel good
From the neck
To the backbone
Arms outstretched
Reaching

So we build
And we breathe
Then we fail
So we build
Track Name: The Funeral Crasher
I don’t ever want to be a part of
Everything that’s bringing us down
I can see the greed and the slaughter
Of the king and the broken crown, well...
I believe we better look forward
To the eyes that are looking back
See the beasties feeding on the beauty
Choking on it like a sugar smack

Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
What about you?

Hangin’ on to the china doll
Bread and puppet with a scary face
I believe we’re about to fall
As sure as we’re gonna lose this faith race
Little boy with the awkward shoes on
Only thing he ever learned was how to be mad
He got an offer to crash that funeral
With a bomb strapped to his back

Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
What about you?

Getting dizzy with the gravity spinning
Pigeon whistle into outer space
Build a bridge to a new beginning
At least take the chains off of heaven’s gate, well...

Everybody sees the same sun rising
Everybody sees the same sun set
Everybody got the same color blood
Everybody sucking on the same old air
Everybody got the same sweet mama
Everybody got the same last name
Everybody drink the same cool water
It’s getting more toxic day by day

Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
Some people they don’t know
Some people they don’t care
What about you, child?
What about you, old man?
What about you, baby?
What about you, old, old friend?
Track Name: Horus
The skies had turned to grey
The light had lost its veins
In the silt of the decay
The lost spider dodged the rain

So divine is the key
To this perfect melody
That we all must learn to sing
When the bells of darkness ring

What lies to the west of us?
What lies to the east?
We cry as the rust collects
And it’s so hard to see

What lies to the west of us?
What lies to the east?
We cry as the rust collects
It’s getting so hard to see

So the war is here to stay
All the generals get to play
But if old Horus was still alive
He would turn them all to flies

Now the secrets of the sun
Lie buried within its sound
Then the spider in the night
Built her web to catch the light
Track Name: Tug of War
Me and the missus, we were scarred for life
Years after putting out fires with ice
Roll back the pages, the hands of time
The days, they roll away like dew off the vine

I’m amazed by the way them waves roll in
Breaking on the breakers in arriving sequence
It’s the the highs and the lows, the ebb and the flow
The push and pull, tug of war, you never let go
The push and pull, tug of war, you’ll never control

Got myself a job at the company store
Learning how to beg, steal, borrow and hoard
Cashed in my paycheck, received my award,
Chucked it out the window of the thirty-second floor

I’m amazed by the way them waves roll in
Breaking on the breakers in arriving sequence
It’s the the highs and the lows, the ebb and the flow
The push and pull, tug of war, you never let go
The push and pull, tug of war, you’ll never control

Minor, major
Minor, major
Minor, major
Minor, major
Track Name: Downtrodder
The kid came home full of thorns
Growing out of his broken body

Feeling burnt, burned by all
Burned by all the love he won’t be sharing

All the noise in the void
The sickening spoils of a soldier’s story

Maybe on down the road
He can shed his load
Rinse his throat
Of the choke hold from the phony altar
To see the true face of his weak downtrodder
Track Name: Drug Lust
I’m caught in a bag
There ain’t enough room
I’m caught in a bag and there ain’t enough room
There ain’t enough room when you’re caught in a bag

I’m down in a hole
I’m down in the hole
It’s dark and it’s cold when you’re down in the hole
It’s dark and it’s cold when you’re down in a hole

I’m overexposed
I’m overexposed
Like a delicate rose stripped of its thorns
A delicate rose, I’m so overexposed

I got a drug lust
I got a drug lust
I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it
I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it
I got a drug lust, I’m taking something for it
I got a drug lust, I didn’t have to score it
I got a drug lust
Track Name: Lympus
Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road
Lamb’s blood painted on the rabbit’s door
I was invited by the two dollar whore
To read to her cat while her guard dog snored

Finished my cake with the King Arthur flour
Made my rest at the bedlam hour
She lay in the dirt like a wilted flower
Just below her belly where the cherry soured

Me oh my, what have I done
I feel the evil down in my bones
And it came across me like a violent storm
Wasn’t me who acted alone

So I went back to the rabbit’s hole
The one with the lamb’s blood on the door
And told him all about the two dollar whore
how I read to her cat while she bled out on the floor

He said “I can see by your tongue that you tell no lies
I can see by your face that you have no eyes
I can see by the way that you wear your skin
The hole where you let the darkness in”

So I went back to the wilted flower
The deed I done at the bedlam hour
She lay in the dirt with a godless power
The seed of the devil growing down inside her

She said “Now it’s time for you to run
Time for me to have some fun
You can never go back to where you’re from
Never undo what’s already done”

Thirty days and I’m out of rehab
That little meth lab sucked me right back

And I’m halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road
Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road
Halfway to Lympus on the Dart Hill Road
Lamb’s blood painted on the rabbit’s door
I was invited by the two dollar whore
To read to her cat while her guard dog snored
Track Name: Guild Talking
It seems I must address this fundamental problem, the one that I let slip right through the cracks
I must confess I’ve neglected this garden, the very one I swore to protect

Now the job of the serpent it really isn’t certain, as you see the whole world while lying down
Blades of the plant life spike up towards the ceiling, supported by the rhythms underground

Provoked by voltic rays of sunbeam and soaked by the sweating atmosphere
Cellular structure manifests in wonder, blinks into existence and disappears

It’s contained in the waves of stereo magic, explained in the books of men
I’m afraid of the reign of impending madness and facets of loneliness

Shapeless form crawling across the floor, soaking it all in like a sponge
Conscious expansion, illuminating lanterns, bruises for badges unadorned

Ever-shifting language, rhetoric entangled, sanctioned by ancient wind
Despite the illusion of thought-created dimensions where timelessness ends and begins

Now the job of the eagle appears to be regal, to uphold the iconic symbol of ideal
When freedom is tethered and birds of a feather are forced to feed on whatever they can steal

It’s a shame what remains is contaminated backwash that swirls in the eddies of our brain
And the quality of pain is masked by false comfort, its function has lost its gain

Allow us to laugh at repeating cycles, allow us to cry with the lune
Shower the wrath, deepening the canyons and fill them with rivers of truth

Now the job of the human is constantly blooming, created through Technicolored dreams
So cool is the fool who doesn’t have a clue to what lies beyond what it all seems

It seems now it matters we’re called upon to gather and clean up what is splattered in the blood
And look to the heavens with telescopic visions and extend our ladders of love

Stand up
Stand up
Stand up the ladders of love
Track Name: Borrow a Bus
Drifting through the meadow, a buzzing voice tried to commune
I curled my splitting lips and with my teeth I ripped the stinger from the wound

I should have been more grateful, but at the risk of being shy
I hid behind my transparent eyes

There’s something in the wind that makes you go away
Even if there’s reason enough to stay

All I ever wanted was a taste of what you made
I realize now it’s way more than you gave

I should have been more careful, but at the risk of being starved
I sealed another lid on another jar

I went back to the hive to tell the queen that I’d arrived
and blew a ring of smoke around her throne

If I find you fallen under broken wings
I promise I’ll do anything

I will carry you
I will carry you
Borrow a bus and take you home
I will carry you
Borrow a bus and take you home
Track Name: Snow Goose
She pioneered the mourning
Early after dawn
And the sun hung down like a big old gong
The race of the shadows was on

In the middle of a cold snap
Beneath the hesitant dead flume
And the red cream spilled into the lips of the lobo’s pup
Flowed into the unknown truth

In a nest by the river
The snow goose knew
She could never recover from the death of her lover
And flew into the unborn future

And she was gone
She was gone
Track Name: Sugarcane (Bonus)
Way down in the canyons in the middle of town
They shoot out all your pockets, tip you upside down
It was another lazy love letter written in wine
Call ‘em as you see ‘em with the smoke in your eyes
Call ‘em as you see ‘em with the smoke in your eyes

Whatever happened to the lion in me
That turned into a pussy stuck way up in a tree
And to all the firefighters that came to my rescue
I was just about to jump, and this I confess to
I was just about to jump, and this I confess to

I had this vision on the back of my eyelids
Roll me ‘cross the bridge and take me back to the island
I was swinging with the sisters of the Dopamine queen
I woke up to a beautiful dream
The sexy black sand had kissed the sea all green
A salt wind blowing through the sugarcane
A salt wind blowing through the sugarcane

I dragged my head to the lip of the ledge
Just another step to take me over the edge
When I was cruising with the brothers of the mother in me
I woke up to a terrible thing
‘Cause the sky had gone muddy, man what a scene
I was thrown back to the nightmare of reality
I was thrown back to the nightmare of reality

We got the Barium wind, carrion rain
Blowing and blowing through the sugarcane, sugarcane