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Making Of Harvest

by Jumbotown

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1.
What's it doing growing there? Cleaning up the air Putting roots down everywhere It comes as a surprise To see it reaching to the skies Like a living high-rise Can you believe that tree? In the sunshine (Tree) In the rain (Tree) In the concrete! Should be standing in the park Where dogs defile its bark And so would people after dark Standing without shame Somebody carved it out a name '87 Shane Can you believe that tree? In the sunshine (Tree) In the rain (Tree) In the concrete! Can you believe that tree? Without a blade for company Adrift on a concrete sea Defiant dignity Can you believe that tree? In the sunshine (Tree) In the rain (Tree) In the concrete! Can you believe that tree? In the sunshine (Tree) In the rain (Tree) In the concrete! Can you believe that Can you believe that tree?
2.
Silver screens, face of a friend On microphones they get you again Song for those who entertained us Long gone in time, the lost famous And all of these dreams I just can't let go Though not what they seemed Many years ago And all of these dreams They will not rest Though not what they seemed to be When they felt the best In the mind, brighten the day Captured an age then breezed away Song for those who weren't the same as Long gone in time, the lost famous And all of these dreams I just can't let go Though not what they seemed Many years ago And all of these dreams They will not rest Though not what they seemed to be When they felt the best Used to believe somebody is there Used to believe now i don't really care Song for those who tried to shame us Long gone in time, the lost famous. And all of these dreams I just can't let go Though not what they seemed Many years ago And all of these dreams They will not rest Though not what they seemed to be When they felt the best
3.
Making of Harvest Down on the farm Music is pouring Out of the barn Out in the fields Simmering heat Straw-chewing hippies Are tapping the beat Making of Harvest Making of Harvest Making it move The plan of attack is Keep it down in the groove With a rolling piano And a raunchy guitar In the night time rocking The moon and the stars Making of Harvest Love amid the ruins The wreckage and rust Open to the heavens Dancing in the dust Ain't what you do It's what you leave Finding time and space to breathe Making of Harvest Wheels in a spin Pictures are framing It's a beautiful thing Making of Harvest Down on the farm Music is lifting The roof off the barn Making of Harvest Making of Harvest It's a beautiful thing The making of Harvest
4.
Intermission 04:53
Come on, come on, come on, believe me Come on, come on, come on, my friend Find those good old things we were used to We've been running them down again The whole world's going to pot I wake up like I'm shot Everybody's got a view That can't mask the fact we're prisoners Of the evening news Right on, right on, right on, I'm ready Right on, right on, right on, you know Racing 'round dousing fires I'd feel good just letting that go Could do with a new address Close my eyes, hope for the best Tired of being waylaid Well it's nearly intermission anyway Let's take it early Well it's nearly intermission anyway We've got to keep it simple Look at the sunsets Pull the jacks out Of every rear We've got to keep it simple Don't forget to laugh Let's drown our phones In a glass of beer Come on, come on, come on, believe me Come on, come on, come on, my friend Right on, right on, right on, I'm ready Right on, right on, right on, again Could do with a new address Close my eyes, hope for the best Tired of being waylaid Well it's nearly intermission anyway Let's take it early Well it's nearly intermission anyway Let's take it early Well it's nearly intermission anyway
5.
Come turn that train When I'm sad When I'm blue For all I think about Is yesterday you Come turn that train Around for me Your sugared excuses Left a bitter taste Your smile goodbye Felt much more like a slap To my face Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around Come turn that train That's taking her Far from me Don't leave a po' boy Alone with love Just a memory I ask her face Framed on my shelf Answer me true Answer me this Do you believe in dreams? I'm not sure that I do Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around Come turn that train Around for me Come turn that train around
6.
Meadow Dusk 04:12
Time is moving slowly as The rest of the world speeds up Falling into place Counting on good luck Annie get your gun Them bandits on the run Time is moving slowly though Not slow enough for some Different talk, different things Got to rearrange Like stuck in some old movie One I cannot change So Annie get your gun The savage times have come Different talk and different things How much more to come? So Annie get your gun The savage times have come Different talk and different things How much more to come? Getting right with the scene Buy the ticket, take the ride Metal touch machines No, we don't get nights of northern lights Here just meadow dusk I said, we don't get nights of northern lights Here just meadow dusk Annie get your gun Our work here's nearly done No, we don't get nights of northern lights Though they might appear to some So Annie get your gun Our work here's nearly done No, we don't get nights of northern lights Though they might appear to some
7.
Sugar blast Radio mast Didn't last along A sea of yellow blades Running high, skipping away The breezes drying The mountainside, flying Birds go hurtling by And the low winter sun in my eyes Bristling waves Digital age The disengaged footnote On a lonely history page Running high, icy rage Of patches slip sliding Turbines rising Pillars that hold up the sky And the low winter sun in my eyes Got to keep the flame going strong Gather sticks from round about Run back to where I lit it Too late the fire's out Clanging, cold Like paper we fold Weatherboards hold their ground 'Til the trails reappear Running high, running fear Gorse upending Young trees bending Lips cracking and dry And the low winter sun in my eyes Dead end, man said at the gate Should of turned back down there You can cross my field if you're wishing To get there quicker from here Sugar blast Radio mast Didn't last along A sea of yellow blades Running high, skipping away The breezes drying The mountainside, flying Birds go hurtling by And the low winter sun in my eyes The low winter sun in my eyes The low winter sun in my eyes
8.
In The City 03:46
Got to lose this traffic quick Or lose my mind Too many close encounters With the flat earth kind Everybody's talking Competing radios May be new in the city But I know the routes to go Got to lose this traffic quickly Got to lose this traffic quickly Or slowly lose it Make-a-fast-buck merchant men Words are flying out like flak Trying to play me as a fool A joker in the pack 'Give your gums a rest Your head is full of toys May be new in the city But I'm wise to all your ploys' Got to lose this traffic quickly Got to lose this traffic quickly Or slowly lose it It's hard for the honest people To get from here to there The path is slim and crooked And it leads to who knows where Moving in a straight line Stops me getting weird Down with the natural kind I've grown a Beach Boy beard Not more than I can handle No feelings of forebode May be new in the city But I'm already in stealth mode Got to lose this traffic quickly Got to lose this traffic quickly Or slowly lose it Got to lose this traffic quickly Or slowly lose it
9.
Black Hills 03:57
Good folk come together They like the ones they know This jukebox comes alive Blasting out the old banjo He rolls in like a river Those places off the grid Where people do the dances That their parents did Crying strings above Our poor hearts take flight Sometimes when of the mind He'll go on through the night It's a one man show alright Honed to deliver thrills Money for food and gas To make it over the next hill It's a one man show alright Honed to deliver thrills Money for food and gas To make it over the next hill Crazy delta rhythms Soar above the rest English ballad scrolls And the sound of the weird west He rolls in like a river Those places off the grid Where people do the dances That their parents did That their parents did Where people do the dances That their parents did
10.
'All's been said And has gone before It's all written down Why do we want more?' He said matter of factly Held a book out in his hand "Direction Of Hair On Animals and Man" Dusty old creation From the time of Emperor Ming When it wasn't a crime To write about such things Had no library stamp Nobody gave a damn About direction of hair on animals and man Dusty old creation Got a little trippy back there Dusty old creation Got a little trippy back there Dusty old creation Hairstyles, coat styles Mottled, dappled and plain Every living thing My eyes and my brain A masterpiece A centrepiece I began to understand The direction of hair on animals and man The direction of hair on animals and man Dusty old creation

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The third album by the duo Jumbotown, of 2020 compositions

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released February 1, 2021

Words and music: Michael Davies and Paul Ivor Jones

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Jumbotown is the acoustic singer songwriting duo of Mike Davies and Paul Ivor Jones

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