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Gleaner's Joy

by An American Forrest

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1.
Knots 00:19
Knots Knotty Ponderosa, Knotty Red Fir, No knots in this Tamarack (“Western Larch” it hollers back) Axe swings slow at first, then snap, thunk; the Tamarack cleft in twain. “Western Larch ” it cries in vain. 28 Dec. XIX, Plentzia, Paiz Vasko, Spain
2.
Rockjack 02:51
Winter is done and the river is run and the branches bend low with their blossom stars pull the sun from the darkness at dawn and we build what is yet to be broken every day cuts you in half you’ll be losin’ more than you ever had Thunder in May, hail hits the sage, you’re left like a gate layin’ open Summer is high and the river is dry and the mothers are grazin’ the black pine stars pull the light to what’s left of the night we doubt what we never could define what ain’t been forgotten may yet be forgiven we got here by walkin’ we go there by livin quiet to ride to long trot to pine to circle and knock back what we find on this honest track, I’ll yet circle back to pick up what’s left of what I lack thunder will crack, the cattle get fat, the sky will feed all if we all ask rimrock and red ponderosa live til you learn what you’re supposed to eat while there’s grass, trust your rockjacks, soon enough winter will be back
3.
Son where are you going in the hour of morn, son where are you going before the day is born? Goin’ to see my lover in the hour of morn, goin’ to see my own true love, graceful unadorned Son you see the springtime, see the springtime come son you see the fields are full of work yet to be done Well let the fields lie fallow, let the rabbit run damn you plow for I am bound to the arms of my true love if you were my youngest I’d plead your mother’s heart if you were my oldest I’d tear myself apart go on to your lover be she near of far, go on to your lover and forget who you are travel this world over, gain what you may gain, weigh what you’ll be wanting, the losing of your name
4.
Twilight hung low burned it out slow Love lit two candles and swam in the shallows and you learned the name of the moon The law of the land Give me a damn smoothed out the angles, the fools and the scoundrels, you learned the name of the moon The River in Love phases and floods Pentecost, pay the boss, five part, seven bight knot, you learned the name of the moon Lay it all out shadows and doubts Love like a Rubicon, Which side have you been on, you learned the name of the moon Goodnight Irene Goodnight, Irene love like a metaphor, love when there’s nothin more you know the name of the moon
5.
Cowboy Poetry Black camp coffee from the cowboy cook & colt startin’ lessons you won’t find in a book. Unless it’s a Bill Dorrance book. Dorrance Cow Camp, Pittsburgh Landing. They turned us into history, then came to watch our branding. Work becomes a form of prayer, and God is the country, and I have been there. “and therein grew great tracts of Wilderness, wherein the beast was more & more but man was less & less.” -Hells Canyon & Eagle Cap Wilderness, May-Aug., XVII - quote from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “Idylls of the King - The Coming of Arthur” 1859
6.
Wild Summer 02:22
The wild summer starts at harvest with the windrows fatter than a winter fire Scratchin’ out a livin’ since you were just eleven and they paid ya seven dollars an hour Copenhagen & Kosher Dill Sisal Twine & Canadian Pills The wild summer starts at harvest with the windrows fatter than a winter fire The river hasn’t risen since the middle of December but that don’t mean we’re dry Cuttin’ up the calendar for cuttin’ weather, whether it’ll rain or not the 4th of July an old New Holland with the shearbolt sheared, too old to sleep too young to drink beer The wild summer starts at harvest with the windrows fatter than a winter fire My brother’ll be bothered if I don’t mention a few more things so sit tight He used to stack ‘em so high you couldn’t ride under the trestle where our dog got hit by a train and didn’t die Ol’ Swede Olson was the best to work for he drove a Cadillac and burned up the dance floor The wild summer starts at harvest with the windrows fatter than a winter fire
7.
I’ve been down the road, and I have felt bad, been down the road & I have felt bad been down the road and I have felt bad there ain’t much else to do these days Salt in the summer, sugar in the fall Salt in the summer, sugar in the fall Salt in the summer, sugar in the fall thin in the winter, lean as the walls I’ve been down the road, and I have felt bad, been down the road & I have felt bad been down the road and I have felt bad there ain’t much else to do these days I’ve been smokin’ while i got em i’ve been scrapin up the bottom I been smokin’ while I got em still missin’ mister garfield wishin Giteau hadn’t shot him I’ve been down the road, and I have felt bad, been down the road & I have felt bad been down the road and I have felt bad there ain’t much else to do these days I’m still waitin’ for a train I’m still shavin’ at 3am I’m still waitin’ for a train there ain’t much else to do these days
8.
I’m gonna hold the center I’m gonna hold the center sing for Emmylou in every kind of weather when I hold the center Take the long ride home, short circle, forget her Wild Mountain Thyme blooms around the purple heather I’m gonna hold the center I’m gonna hold the center I’ve written the darkness, written the light cut through the bullshit to the heart of the night it sure gets cold when that sun goes down, it sure gets cold when that sun goes down I’m gonna hold the center I’m gonna hold the center sing for emmylou in every kind of weather I’m gonna hold the center No one’s here to hear about wolves that haven’t eaten horses no one’s here to hear about Ponderosas that haven’t burned yet No one’s here to hear me sing all seven minutes of South Coast No one’s here to hear what I found out about Saint Phanourios I’m gonna hold the center I’m gonna hold the center sing for emmylou in every kind of weather I’m gonna hold the center
9.
Willy Moore 02:15
Oh the days of mirth and joy have passed and the darkest days are nigh It’ll be a long while before we dance or set down side by side sit down side by side Mothers alone and fathers alone and death from sea to sea tell me how can a man with a heart well grown teach himself not to weep teach himself not to weep In the darkest day of the blackest night no morning star is born we stoke small fires til winter dies and face our fate forlorn face our fate forlorn

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released March 5, 2021

Musicians:
Margo Cilker - Guitar, Singing
Forrest VanTuyl - Guitar, Singing
Luke Ydstie - Bass
Halli Anderson - Fiddle
Nevada Sowle - Drum, Singing

Engineers:
Nevada Sowle - Tape Op, Recording and Mixing
Ed Brooks - Mastering

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An American Forrest Oregon

Western Music from Eastern Oregon.
Ragged-voiced tales and wild, hybrid style, finger-picked and strummed guitar. Poetic incantations that conjure images: a lone rider silhouetted against a sunset, the days fading light, the unspoken bond between horses and people. Songs as detailed as tooled leather about old love, and new frontiers. ... more

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