The Weaver's Broom

by Ryan Joseph Anderson

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1.
Crooked heart Arrest my bones May the dying embers follow Am I a wicked letter Or just a bleeding hand Trapped inside the station A devil or a lamb And the comfort that you offered But never gave away Slipped into the courtyard And ran off with the rain Well I know I heard you whisper But I never heard you sing Is it memory that am lacking Or did they both just sound the same Crooked heart Arrest my bones May the dying embers follow There's a street down by the harbor The signs been gone for years I've slept there for some time now On a bed of souvenirs You can never see the stars there But I know just where they are Trapped behind the buildings And the smoke of aging cars Have you ever seen a footprint Muddy in the snow And wondered what was coming Knowing it was yours Crooked heart Arrest my bones May the dying embers follow Where was it I was heading Somewhere beyond the pond But the tracks were all paved over By the time I heard you call So I dreamed you like a willow Sung for you my song And when it all was over I'd hoped you'd sang along
2.
Red red the doctor said There's a hole in the world Fill it in with all your sin And pin a heart on the girl Oh, the water turned black She started dancing and the bees went mad Oh, will they ever come back She started dancing and the bees went mad Green green the plow-boy screamed Ain't no sun in the sky It's been replaced by Fortune's face Then the dog up and died Oh, the water turned black She started dancing and the bees went mad Oh, will they ever come back She started dancing and the bees went mad We hold these lives With little more than telephone wire And keep our eyes wide We hold these lives Like a flame in a tinder-box fire And keep our eyes wide Blue blue the fearful few Huddle close to the sound The faint hum of the funeral drum That keeps the world spinning round
3.
Please don't weep for Caroline Send a letter home Just as soon as you can find the time Be it gold, be it gold Or a hammer that you hold May the story stay untold Her body's grown to eager to be known Weep Caroline Sign your name with no regret Not every letter home Needs to hold the truth, but all get read Be in ink or be in blood Of harvest or of flood When a tree outgrows the wood It's branches shed their leaves to kiss the mud Weep Caroline She traced a crack in the mirror And no comb could touch her hair Just studies dust in the air And this father's head hangs down Please don't weep for Caroline Send a letter home Just as soon as you can find the time When it's done, when it's done And a ribbon wraps the sun Will she curse what she has won Or let your memory burn until it's gone
4.
Jericho 03:17
All the kitchen lights are on Spilling yellow on the wall Broke the clock with a bottle and a rock In a town they called Jericho I might leave here for a while Seems the pleased ones always plead With skinny legs and scabby knees To hold it all when the final curtain falls And blame it on Jericho I might leave here for a while Blow your horn home And the loudest prayers play For recognition of their names Etched in glass as the chosen ones file past To make their way through Jericho I might leave here for a while Who would trade a sheltered home For miles of earth to walk alone The castaway who never saw the light of day Until he came upon Jericho I might leave here for a while Blow your horn home
5.
I am a wandering apparition In a city fortified And in the morning when you rise up I'll be sleeping on a passing train In the morning when you rise and find That you thought you could recall my name But like a shadow on a window pane I move in the night so quiet No more a falling burned out building I've traded ashes in for fire And in the morning when you rise up I'll be sleeping on a passing train In the morning when you rise and find That you thought you could recall my name But like a shadow on a window pane I move in the night so quiet I'm alright because I keep my treasures cradled to my name When it all goes white I will keep my burdens chained up to my name But I'm alright because I keep my treasures cradled to my name
6.
Reading a vow scratched on a page I had on my wedding vest Fortune would fade and Fate would arrive Draping a black veil over my bride Later on I must confess As her fingers brushed my chest Her skin felt colder than ice And her eyes though they were closed Seemed to sparkle neath the glow Of a light I cannot describe The wolves saw the moon, but none of them howled And she held her breath like a child Though I remained still for fear of the night And the breath she held stole mine Oh as Fortune married Fate In a carnival of grey A red dress fell from the sky And it hung there like a bird Bloodied by the words That a husband read to wife She sleeps like she knows, knows better than I Of the catacombs we hide And she still wears the veil thought it's thinned over time But the ring on her hand never shines Oh I wake with every dawn To find Fate has carried on With all of Fortunes pride Leaving drapes drawn in the day To keep private masquerades And we raise our voices high
7.
We were young before the war These Pentecostal troubadours Scratching lines into the dirt Hidden hand and fallen skirt Time releases us from those days Of holy rollers battle crazed Once we scaled the prison walls For the heed our captors calls One wing from a morning bird We retreat like seasons gone Leaving no room for the pawn To hold fast these fallen leaves The mended patches of our sleeves In the end we all come round To stand upon these fertile grounds And with our feet wet in the grass Stand like specters of the past One wing from a morning bird For all our lives
8.
You laid me down easy With no time left to cry You called me the one Child who'd grown old To brighten her eyes You said life's more than pay dirt It covers the rose It's more than a wish Or a Saturday kiss And I want some more Leave me in the middle I think I've Got another way to lose the load I'll wait another night just to find you I spent all my money On a mockingbirds song I cashed my last check I borrowed I begged To see you again And the lines on my face dear Have grown crooked and cracked So I shrank in my skin Let the morning begin To fool me again
9.
Falling in the Rhine With a pocket full of seeds One hand to fold And one hand to lead The river held the barge Like a diamond holds a ring The drowning apostle Started to sing There was no need for thoughtful reply If I were the one Lungs filled with air I'd trap the last day's dawn in your stare Underneath the wave The seeds began to bloom Flowers grew yellow On the weaver's broom Was it wind the shook the barge The pedals and the seeds Or the hand that I clung to And followed to sea There was no need for thoughtful reply If I were the one Lungs filled with air I'd trap the last day's dawn in your stare
10.
Mission Bell 02:40
Darling I kissed your lips and tasted elder wine Oh I waste too many mornings I put pennies on your eyes I play the ghost to be the one you'll find Oh I Neath a veil the only daughter of a mission bell rang quiet Rang when I first met you Chasing pigeons from the sky I watched them scatter from the porch outside Oh I We lived for a while in the candle light Moving like a noose on a power line In the days of rain we kept our bodies dry Under sheets of crimson, gold, and white. Darling I kissed your lips and tasted elder wine Oh I waste too many mornings I put pennies on your eyes I play the ghost to be the one you'll find Oh I

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released April 15, 2014

Ryan Joseph Anderson: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Piano, Hammond Organ, Farfisa Organ, Piano Strings, Percussion
Jon Estes: Upright Bass, Electric Bass, Cello, Pedal Steel, Piano, Piano Strings, Hammond Organ, Farfisa Organ, Electric Guitar, Synthesizer
Dave Racine: Drums, Percussion
Jen Donahue: Vocals

Produced by Ryan Joseph Anderson and Andrija Tokic
Engineered and Mixed by Andrija Tokic at Bomb Shelter Studios
Mastered by Carl Saff

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