Physical copy of "The Roads That Make Men Weary." The physical CD features the gorgeous artwork of Minneapolis artist Joel Starkey, which is itself worth the price of the ticket. It's beautiful.
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lyrics
Last night deep in the woods,
Two kids in winter hoods
Argued over heaven.
One tall and plain to see
And one faded just like me
As they trudged blindly through the snow.
And the whippoorwill in the forest
Sang a lonely chorus
For the questions they asked there.
With their faces to the ground
They listened for a sound
To come floating ‘cross the air.
For some kind of sign that they might find her there.
At dawn the sun it came,
And the snow did not remain,
And the kids took off their jackets.
And as the dew burned off the hill,
And the forest stood quite still,
One grabbed a stone and began to stack it.
And the whippoorwill in the forest
Sang a lonely chorus
For the labors he did there.
And while the other cried and shook,
The Driftless birthed a brook,
And it matted down his hair.
And he looked for her eyes in the rushing water there.
They built a tower to the skies,
Past where the bluebird flies,
And sat upon its highest peak
They stayed there throughout the day,
And here and there they’d pray,
Otherwise too scared to speak.
And the whippoorwill in the forest
Sang a lonely chorus
For the prayers they whispered there
But on that mountain made of stones,
A fear crept in their bones,
As the sun beat in their hair;
That they may not find her in the clouds up there.
And at dusk they looked around,
And still heard not a sound,
So they started down the tower.
One wept into his hands,
And said “The question of heaven still stands.”
The other pointed to a flower.
And the whippoorwill in the forest
Laughed a perfect chorus
For the smiles they shared there.
For that bloom in all its glory
It sang their mother’s story
As the trees gathered to stare.
And they laid her down to rest in the forest there.
Milwaukee's Chris Porterfield is one of my favorite songwriters, and the way that the sound gets layered and fleshed out by his collaborators in Field Report -- whew. Simon Balto
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