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All music copyright Leo Crandall except:
"burnin' down the dog" by Hegyi, Witthoft, Crandall

"dig my grave" & "in my time" trad. arranged by Crandall

Additional performances by:

Bob Alexander: Accordian & Vocals - Frank Hegyi: Drums & Percussion - Hymie Witthoft: Drums & Percussion - Richard Curry: Washtub & Vocals - Mike Fierce: Lap Steel, Vocals, & Hurdy Gurdy - Curtis Waterman: Harmonica - Vinnie Ludovico: Cuban Bata Drums - Irvin Daniels: Vocals & percussion

Engineered and Mastered by Mick Walker

Released November 27, 2010
Recorded in Syracuse, NY
DIG MY GRAVE When you dig my grave dig it with a silver spoon When you dig my grave dig it with a silver spoon And when you lower me down Use a golden chain JANIES SPARROW At least you got hold it Dying in your hand. It trembled on your finger. Baby understand: I hate that little sparrow. Its sweet and fearful song made my baby cry. It flew out of the blackness And into it again We don't know where it's going, Not sure where it's been In the revels in our taverns Where the fallen find some light. There is providence at hand Wait a minute Janie Don't let go of me It's just a fallen sparrow Baby hear my plea Just where are you going Baby can't you see? Don't let go of me. Don't let go of me. IN MY TIME In my time of dyin' I don't want nobody to mourn, All want for you to do is Take my body home, So I can die easy. Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed. Meet me Jesus meet me, Meet me in the middle of the air, If these wings should fail me now, Won't you meet me with another pair, So I can die easy. Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed In my time of dyin' I don't want nobody to cry, All I want for you to do is, Take me when I die, So I can die easy. Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed. I, BOXER Rising. Rising The sky is a sieve above this hill. Morning star is rising, I cannot hold it still. It barely matters. I am the hardest look Christ ever gave. I'm a passenger on the loneliest highway ever paved. I won't know it when it gathers all around, That unseen force out in the dark, but I will know it by its mark. The canvas is a Kansas field, rich and its deep and its wide. The things that I don't know I need it is waiting to provide. He turns away, drops his robe. The Virgin Mary tattooed on his back. I am chosen. He readies his attack. I won't know it when it gathers all around, That unseen force out in the dark, but I will know it by its mark. "Oh this fucking life "you said. "You can't hold together what wants to fall apart." Hesperus was raging. There was ruination in your heart. The richest peat upon this earth, my love is a dark and heavy cloth. I'll put my lips upon your lips, upon your lips of moss. Army files into your room, decimating angels, head to head. It shoulder out the darkest night and leaves light in its stead. Someday I know that love will gather, all around. Crush that force out in the dark, and we will know it by its mark. MOZITA In your body of sweat, salty and raw, Calamities rise, calamities fall. You mortify flesh for the queue. I guess it's something to do. Please don't be sad my love you whispered in my ear. In your body of sweat, salty and raw Mozita, the mournful is filling me with awe. Baby, take this broken-handed heart. The wound is thine. Baby, hold together what's apart, down the line. You said not to love the ones that don't love. You said not to love the others that do. You said for the wrongs you'll have to pay. Not those that you've done, those done to you. Please don't be sad my love she whispered in my ear. You said not to love the ones that won't love. Mozita the shameful triangulates taboo. Baby, take this broken-handed heart. The wound is thine. Baby, hold together what's apart, down the line. On a column of air we're both gonna rise, Aloft in the cooling of the sky. Bound one to one at the end of the day Til one falls away Please don't be sad my love I whispered in your ear. On a column of air were both gonna rise. The guardian of virtue is the keeper of the vice. Baby, take this broken-handed heart. The wound is thine. Baby, hold together what's apart, down the line. LEVIATHAN As I walk and bow my head I recall the things she said. She dreamed a dream from deep within, That all I do or ever did Is in my skin, Leviathan. Under the moon my care would fade When I wore those boots of suede. But like the horse of Troy that mighty sham It was just too tough for those within And it's in my skin, Leviathan. Push this skin My body speaks Oh oh oh Push this skin. My body calls to Leviathan Every song I've ever sung Every beat against the drum Every word I saw or heard What I spoke or kept within Is in my skin, Leviathan I, MURDERER Old times old times Shine your baby's shoes Lift her dress of herringbone Put your lips upon her bruise Old dog my old dog Living at your feet Hold his mouth look in his eyes Wild and warm and free Old times old times Where the old men dwell Old men shamble on With trumpet and drum into hell Trumpet and Drum sound for me and you. Angels play (for us) but they've got better things to do. Children, children There's comfort on this stone Children, lay you down You are not alone Daughters, daughters There are angels close at hand Hear the trumpet blow Hear the glory band Angels, Angels Stand behind your sons Gift them heaven's noise Bang the sweetest drum Trumpet and Drum sound for me and you. Angels play (for us) but they've got better things to do. HOW We roused the howl. It growled and it swept Over this mound. The wind beaten stones Wailed and wept. The ground moaned aloud. How? Bough and the branch Willow and ash moved to the sound. All the wood swayed To the song that we played But now I don't know How. Once you had wings Silvery wings That kept you unbound But riven from you, By heavenly wring, They fell to the ground. How? Gather and cull Feather and quill Unto your hands Lay the weft and the weave Into a crown Now I don't know How STEP TO THE RISE There's a flood on the plain Like the water you held. When I knelt before you And drank from your hands. There's a spear in the air Like a lover's lament, From an Old Irish Psalm that resounds Inside my head But I will bind to my heart the words that should fly. Then I will level my gaze. You know that I will step to the rise. There's a voice unadorned Like thorn on the vine That enters the house of your flesh All bloody and dark There is some ruthless dream Like a hawk in a dive Bearing down on me in the night Eying its mark. But I will bind to my heart the words that should fly. Then I will level my gaze. You know that I will step to the rise. There's a salt on the tide Like the hurt that you held That rose from your heart to your throat But stayed in your mouth There is a fragment of ash Like some broken word Some broken word ripped in two. But I will bind to my heart the words that should fly. Then I will level my gaze. You know that I will step to the rise. I, Desert As you kneel in the sweet lonely desert Lay my dust under a stone. I'll remain 'neath the shade of the pinon Linger so I'm not alone. Now the blossoms have lost all their color The champagne has dried in the sand I have laid down all of my burdens With the last bit of warmth from my hands You must walk down the path to the highway It is time for you to depart Walk away from the sweet lonely desert Walk away from my desert heart.