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Confluence

by Black Spruce Bog

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1.
Let 'Em Ride 03:27
He drove BC Rail 3716 out of Pemberton barrelin’ down the track Said the best thing that I know ‘bout drivin’ them trains is you pull the throttle and never look back For the 35 years that he was an engineer he’s brought many folks far and wide And his motto for dealin’ with train hoppin' hobos is they got it rough, then we’ll always let ‘em ride We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride All across BC we'll let 'em ride We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride We'll bring 'em where they need to be, we'll let 'em ride We'll let 'em ride A hobo had hopped on a train bound for Rupert for there's many jobs in the port FOR? The engineer had found him ridin' in a chip car in shambles and all out of sorts His face was all black from the dirt on the train, his clothes were tattered and torn But the engineer smiled at that train hoppin' hobo and he said come ride in the engine where it's warm We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride To the North West coast we'll let 'em ride We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride And we'll hope he gets good luck on his side We'll let 'em ride Where the mountain goats are plenty and the snow flies early and the winters they are so cold There lived a man in a cabin, engineers knew him well, stories of him they have told But one winter proved to be too much for that man, for in his cabin they found he had passed They took his body to the train he had ridden many times, this time it would be his last We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride To his family so they could say goodbye We'll Let 'em ride, let 'em ride To his final resting place, we'll let him ride We'll let 'em ride
2.
I was born on the Tête Jaune Road In a stand of trees where the willow grows In a little house made of earth and wood Is a place that I call home for good In seventy-five the wind came down Tore the trees right from the ground When they’d all been taken away You could see the hole from outer-space You could see the hole from outer-space Darlin’ you were in my moon But you set behind the hill too soon So now I stumble in the dark Waitin’ for the mornin’ lark Yes I'm waitin’ for the mornin’ lark Johnny come from Belingham He ran away from Vietnam Now he lives down in Dome Creek Makes his livin’ haulin’ trees Yeah he makes his livin' haulin' trees Well the days are long and the sun rolls high With the fireweed and the chamomile So I took a job at the Penny mill When spring had come I had my fill When that spring had come, I had my fill We slash and burn at harvest time Plant the pine and spruce in lines But the forest ain’t no work of man We’re just another grain of sand Yeah we're just another grain of sand The slow cold burn of rotting leaves Feeds the hunger of the seed Where deep inside a memory waits For the day to cast it’s shade A whistle blows right through my mind Standing in the hiring line I pay my taxes when I can But I won’t let them take my land I was born on the Tête Jaune Road In a stand of trees where the willow grows...
3.
There lives a man way up Lorne Creek, far in the woods and seldom seen But you might catch him by the railroad tracks in a worn out coat and old grey slacks Workin' as a trapper doin' what he can, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man Makin' a livin' from the goldpan, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man Met him on a train headed out west, said "the mountain life's tough but its the best I got everything I need in my twelve foot shack, I know the modern life and I'll never go back" Workin' as a trapper doin' what he can, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man Makin' a livin' from the goldpan, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man One time a raven had a broken leg, so he fashioned him a wooden peg And afterwards that raven stuck around with the new mountain friend that he had found Workin' as a trapper doin' what he can, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man Makin' a livin' from the goldpan, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man He's allied with the keepers of the land, pays respect to the Gitxsan And he ain't into that corporate mining, he'd defend the land or die tryin' He's workin' as a trapper doin' what he can, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man Makin' a livin' from the goldpan, he's the Lorne Creek mountain man
4.
My father is a tradesman, his dad before him too Before Grandad took up his tools he'd farmed a whole life through And I go down, down to where I'm from The spring wheat hadn't ripened but he left behind his plow And hit the road into the west with one son underground I go down, down to where I'm from 'Cause I'm the grandson of farmers I got soil in my veins From the Rhine River Valley To the Saskatchewan plains And toil as I must to learn a forgotten way I put my hands into the land and pray, oh, that I can stay The oldest of her sisters worked by her mother's side She never feared or worried 'cause she knew it'd be alright And I go down, down to where I'm from The soldiers cross the river, their footprints in the sand Were a mark of a beginning of a war against the land And I go down, down to where I'm from Early in the morning I cross that river wide I work another day with pay I got nothing here to hide I go down, down to where I'm from They're cookin' down wood fibre, you see it tread the sky Someday I'll have a piece of land, my children by my side And I go down, down to where I'm from
5.
Burnin' on down the highway, one hand in the wind I'll tell you somethin', I gotta find a way to pay my bills There's a man down in Bulkley Junction, said I could find work here if I try I tell him with a smile, well I don't drink my blood is dry. Lookin' for a home Lookin' for a home I'll find it, if I try A place to lay my bones A family to call my own I'll find it, if I try It's a helpless situation, and it's an awful god-damn shame When I tell the story, it makes me feel I've gone insane I loved you when you're tired, baby, I loved you when you're sad Oh baby I loved you, when you took everything I had. When the darkness greets the mornin', I'll stand and face the sun, I'll tell her all my secrets, I tell her all the things I wish I’d done 'Cause it's the money that keeps me movin', and it's the movin' that keeps me sane But sometimes in the evenin', I get that old familiar pain.
6.
Won't you take me up the Fraser River? The air is cold and the aspens shiver Hey, I get some peace of mind All I have is what I carry I’ll build a home for the woman I marry Oh, in my good time 'Cause I took the train from Nova Scotia Sailed across the stormin' sea Left the land that bore my family name For the nail, the hammer, and the rail I'm the youngest of my seven brothers They broke their bread and left me lone to wander Hey, I look across the sky I trade my wings for a workman's wages The days they pass me like I'm flippin' pages Hey, Oh I get a worried mind Well my fists are closed and my heart's wide open I walked outside and not a word was spoken Hey, you watch it all unwind 'Cause we built our homes on a cemetery The stones are gone but the graves are empty Hey, you look and you can find
7.
Pourin' Rain 03:38
It's been nothing but heat since I don't know when The sun is blazin' on Palling bluffs in love is where I been And the rosehips are ready to pick as summer starts to wane Well you plant your lips and move your hips well it ain't no ball and chain! Oh baby Hit me with the pourin' rain Don't want the sun to shine, don't want the wind to blow Hit me with the pourin' rain' Thunder and lightning, passion's in our head the rain it pours but we both want more, it's easier done than said And the engine's boiling over, you're feeling like a runaway train Sex is the coal that makes you rattle and roll, it ain't no ball and chain! Oh baby Hit me with the pourin' rain Don't want the sun to shine, don't want the wind to blow Hit me with the pourin' rain' Clouds a-thunderin' and passion's in our head the rain it pours but we both want more, it's easier done than said And that lightning lights up the night, a release we can't contain Call it love or call it what you will but it ain't no ball and chain! Oh baby Hit me with the pourin' rain Don't want the sun to shine, don't want the wind to blow Hit me with the pourin' rain' Just hit me with the pourin' rain'
8.
Shady Money 03:17
I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it, spend it all on you Well I'm tired of being poor, tired of livin' on the ground Found me a dollar bill I'm headed way downtown Gonna buy a brand new house and a big black Cadillac All you call me Johnny Cash, ain't nothing that I lack I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it, spend it all on you Oh now I don't wanna be a man up in tower Saving all his riches 'til his final living hour When I got some money I'm gonna spread it all around See me comin' down the road with that jinglin' janglin' sound I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it I got money think I'm gonna spend it, spend it all on you
9.
Well a-hundrded hours of workin', seems I cannot get ahead Well the man says tell you something, "You're gonna work here 'til you're dead" And I drink my coffee black, leave my dreamin' in my bed I'm tryin' to survive these Broke Hustler blues Now boss man says nothing, he just stares me in the eye I'm feelin' like walking or I might just break down and cry Guess I'm headed for the basement, don't you worry I'll be fine 'Cause I'm trying to survive the Broke Hustler blues My heart is full of sadness and my belly's full of wine You know drinking and working is bound to get you in a bind Now my body's achin', I'm goin' out of my mind I'm tryin' to survive these Broke Hustler blues Yes, I'm tryin' to survive these Broke Hustler blues
10.
Gypsy Soul 04:10
Well it was dark and it was snowing in an empty highway town I watched them storm clouds rollin’, they howled curses at the ground Through a hidden door she took me, led me by a gentle hand A whisper like mountain sage smoke, said “better run now while you can”. She’ll fly away Like a bird from her cage She has your heart She gonna tear it apart She's got a Gypsy soul! I felt as though I was falling, plummeting out of control Her presence was all consuming, and it grabbed me by the scruff of my soul We made love like the world was on fire, I was drunk on the smell of her skin The devil didn’t even bother hiding, he knew he was safe well within. Every night I am awoken by a fitful and restless sleep This curse that binds my subconscious mind lets her wander into my dreams When they lay me in the casket, when they bury me deep in the ground Speak these words at my funeral, to warn any fool left in town.

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released January 16, 2015

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Black Spruce Bog Prince George, British Columbia

With roots set deep in the northern soil, Black Spruce Bog brings a sound and tells the stories of people and the land they live on. The mossy floor of a spruce bog is not an easy place to thrive; but with the right mix of rhythm, rhyme, and ruckus, any sapling can find the light. ... more

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