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Hayden
Mattingly – guitar, harmonica, vocals
Rich Pagen – guitar, bass, percussion, vocals
Recorded in early 1999 at High Street Studios in Columbia, Missouri.
Dedicated to our fathers, Ben Mattingly, Jr. and Dick Pagen, who celebrated their 60th birthdays during this recording, for their continued inspiration and support; and to the memory of Marie V. Pagen, who has always served as a constant reminder of what is really important in life.
Tracks 1,3,5 – music and lyrics by Rich Pagen. Tracks 2,6,7 – music and lyrics by Hayden Mattingly. Track 4 - music by Hayden Mattingly, lyrics by Ben Mattingly, Sr. Track 8 - traditional.
Produced by Rooster Records ©1999.
1. Aubade - Instrumental HM - guitar; RP - guitar
2. Salty earth HM - guitars, harmonica, vocals; RP - bass
Here I spy cobblestone, turn my tongue white as a bone, pass your fields and old fence rows, coyotes and old black crows. Here I spy another stone, turn my tongue dry as a bone, twisted trees full of thorns, growing in a land forlorn. Salty sea, salty sand, salty earth, here I stand. Now I spy an old homestead, skeleton of the life they led, broken down by the big machine, victims of the love of green. Salty sea, salty sand, salty earth, here I stand. Now I see the old home place, reminder of the odds we face, in the vice with the two ton grip, going down like a sinking ship. Salty sea, salty sand, salty earth, here we stand.
3. La ranura - Instrumental RP - guitars
4. I hear your voice HM - guitar, vocals
They say you are not here, and still I hear your voice on every hill. The rose that by the arbor springs the fragrance of your spirit brings. Your song is poured from out the throat of every bird that sings a note. They say you are not here, and still I hear your voice on every hill. No brook that laughs but tells your mirth, like rain your tears refresh the earth. In eyes grown old but still that grow with love that only age can know. They say you are not here, and still I hear your voice on every hill.
5. MVP - Instrumental RP - guitars, bass
6. Out of the cold HM - guitar, vocals; RP - guitar, bass
Got a friend up in Red Wing, Minnesota way. She had herself a good
thing, but she throwed it away. She moved down to Winona, but she
found it just the same. Summer's always fading fast, winter's on
its way. Out in the cold. Pull me in I'm getting old, out of
the cold. Got a brother up in Ely, he's country country all the
way. I ain't no touchy feely, but I can still hear him say.
When winter rolls around, he straps his snowshoes on, he's checking his
traps all down the line, he's doing fine out in the cold. Pull me
in, I'm getting old, out of the cold. Granny's up in Two Harbors,
she's running all the time, she's got to make Duluth by about half past
nine. She ain't but 52, and she's out there everyday. She's
training for the big o
ne, the marathon way. Out in the cold.
Pull me in, I'm getting old. Driving north on Highway 61, all the
doing I ever did has done gone and come undone. It unravels before
me, state to state, down the line. I miss her so badly, it happens
every time. Out in the cold, pull me in, I'm getting old. To
your loving arms, please baby hold me, out of the cold.
7. A reason for it HM - guitar, vocals
I can't seem to find a reason for it, I can't seem to find a reason. I can't seem to find it, I can't seem to find it, talk about life, talk about living. I looked all over for it, I looked up and down for it. I looked all around for it, I just can't seem to ignore it. Can't seem to find it, can't seem to find it, talk about life, talk about living.
8.
Silkie -
Instrumental
HM - guitar; RP - guitar, bass; Gina Mattingly - flute