All songs were written by Matt Pitschman
Buzzard Hawk Buzzard
(Written 2021-04-12)
Vulture gnawin on a rib bone
With one eye on the sky
A beak on fertilizer
That dirty bird of death
Decayin in the sunlight
Rotting underground
Comin up with the lily buds
And rubin on the bees
A caterpillar home
In the red summer sun
Don’t take yourself too serious
Or you’ll get pricked with a thousand thorns
Buzzard hawk buzzard
The killer and the scavenger
To usher you to death
And bring you back to life
Buzzard hawk buzzard
Flying nose to tail
In the perfect line of nature
That’s beautiful and cruel
It’s the pleasures of the day
That keep the daylight burnin
Like pullin out old nails
Or a cardinal at the window
It’s hard to be in this room without you
It’s hard to see an empty house
The clock stopped on your birthday
And it’s like you were never here
I thought that I might see you
Since there’s no rain under the trees
The cemetery’s closed
But there’s a rainbow to get you home
Buzzard hawk buzzard
The killer and the scavenger
To usher you to death
And bring you back to life
Buzzard hawk buzzard
Flying nose to tail
In the perfect line of nature
That’s beautiful and cruel
You never know when they’re comin
They’ll just show up out of nowhere
Buzzard hawk buzzard
The killer and the scavenger
To usher you to death
And bring you back to life
Buzzard hawk buzzard
Flying nose to tail
In the perfect line of nature
That’s beautiful and cruel
Slow Movin Boots
(Written 2021-03-28)
I always thought you were golden
Like a sunset through the trees
How wonderful, For my eyes to see
But the hearts and hands we’re holdin
Come so easily apart
I never wanted to go back to the start
She said I’m still afraid to love you
And your sedentary roots
Your common way of workin
And your slow movin boots
Sometimes there’s no moon
And I don’t know where you are
I should've known when we’ve come this far
She’s gotta go
Gotta keep movin
She’s a hammer on the head of the highway
She said I’m still afraid to love you
And your sedentary roots
Your common way of workin
And your slow movin boots
How can you stay in one place
I’d be burnin it down
Like the cavalry comin for the town
Any time it changes
You’re shot out of the morning
And we could never be the same
She said I’m still afraid to love you
And your sedentary roots
Your common way of workin
And your slow movin boots
It Feels Like Time
(Written 2020-12-23)
Laying down
Blinking off the evening
Fold your glasses
Tuck them out of sight
Waiting on the
Passing of the darkness
Watching all the
Colors go away
The difference in the
Bottom of the hour
And turning on the
Blazing morning sun
It feels like time
Turning every hour
Always losing never gaining
Dripping away and fading
It feels like time
The new moon’s coming
Pushing off the season
A chance to hold it
Everything we need
Moving out
On the horizon
Sweeping forward
Later rolling back
The difference in the
Waiting for the second
And telling me right
now, How you feel
It feels like time
Turning every hour
Always losing never gaining
Dripping away and fading
It feels like time
The heat is slipping
Every minute longer
Pulling up the
roots in harvest time
Whenever you mean
To wipe your hands of autumn
And pull on a coat
To hide the summer time
I’ll let you move
Away from getting better
Watch it turn into
Another day
It feels like time
Turning every hour
Always losing never gaining
Dripping away and fading
It feels like time
Wings and Flyin
(Written 2020-04-16)
Slidin down my driveway
Right out into the world
Gonna find out where I’m going
With my arm around my girl
We’re just goin along for the ride
With no steering wheel
If we’re headin for the river
Just ask me how I feel
We might be sproutin wings and flyin
We might be losin a little ground
But don’t tell us what we’re missing
Just look at every thing we found
Astronauts and cosmonauts
Don’t mind floatin round
With an airline on their back
They ain’t never comin down
Outer space ain’t no place
Unless it’s me and you
Let’s find Cape Canaveral
And ask em about the view
We might be sproutin wings and flyin
We might be losin a little ground
But don’t tell us what we’re missing
Just look at every thing we found
We’re taking off in an airstream
With an afterburner glow
All we got is hand in hand
Look out for us below
We might be sproutin wings and flyin
We might be losin a little ground
But don’t tell us what we’re missing
Just look at every thing we found
Never See The Sun
(Written 2019-12-13)
I don’t have any delusions
About the work I’ve done
It’s mostly in the effort
That’ll never see the sun
It’ll never happen
If lead could ever fly
Hard against the wind
Bird on a grey sky
There’s nothing but effort
That’ll never see the sun
You can’t see in the dark
til you turn out the light
and let your eyes adjust
To show what’s in the night
The volume of the silence
Is drown out by bracing
And waiting for a sound
To come and break the waiting
There’s nothing but effort
That’ll never see the sun
The reasons i can think of
Are all for staying put
For the miles the mind must travel
To move ahead one foot
In and out of forward motion
Every time there is a why
That comes from the same place
As the love that’s in your eyes
There’s nothing but effort
That’ll never see the sun
There’s nothing but effort
That’ll never see the sun
Cliffside Farm
(Written 2019-01-13)
This old menghe valley’s been
burnt down trampled and scorned
It wasn't never more than some
busted junk pile from a war
It'll set ya back about a hundred years to walk it
But these folks have been here longer they stopped countin
Nickel Dawson fed em right when he was workin
But the trains ain't bringing no cornmeal anymore
He tried keeping time for passing locomotives
And watchin after sacks of cash for relatives
There's was something always missing in the bags
It just enough to feed the boys he had
Nickels, your food store is all out flour
We're hoping to get some produce
When the train comes in an hour
You think I don't know my own back yard
It's too late for that now
I ain't never gonna stop
Planting This cliffside farm
The dusty dirt ‘ll flake right off the gravel
You can't grow no crops on a cinderblock
He gathered every seed he could or growing
And buried each on a little rock ledge for sowing
Old Nickels kept Em shaded from the burnin
And drove the rain from wiping them away
Come on down and help to my supply
I got plenty of fresh potatoes corn and rye
Nickels, your food store is all out flour
We're hoping to get some produce
When the train comes in an hour
You think I don't know my own back yard
It's too late for that now
I ain't never gonna stop
Planting This cliffside farm
Long Road to Heaven
(Written 2018-12-31)
Snaking turns switchback the
dust Between the blending of the
mesquite With the bold number of
days on the trail
Sage points out the vibrant Pink and
orange champions of the headwind
Rising from the desolation
ripping across the past
The fine gravel grinds our feet Like the
endless hunger holds our minds In a
desperate kind of state Before the
judgement of the age
It’s a long road to heaven
And it’s a long road to hell
All the burning down below
Has surely smoked the clouds so well
The brush opens to a smoothen
Flat beyond the trail that’s guarded
by a single Quiet
military tank
Desert storm camouflage on
Brand new tracks of sandblast sun
Outfitted for fightin off
all Threats we see
The intents of the defense
Were left without a guard
So we moved right along
And Past the century guns
It’s a long road to heaven
And it’s a long road to hell
All the burning down below
Has surely smoked the clouds so well
The opportunity was there
For the wind to pass us by unharmed
The earth became so bare Of any
life that was aware
The cracking sand just stretched As far out
as the wind could blow
And we finally were surrounded
By our new well damaged home
It’s a long road to heaven
And it’s a long road to hell
All the burning down below
Has surely smoked the clouds so well
Made a Sound
(Written 2017-12-16)
Standing in the middle of a mile long railroad bridge
It's another mile down to the Allegheny river
A new weather patterns been driving me west
A chill I feel down deep in my bones
Should I keep going or go back to municipal waste
If I go down, will I come back up
Black powder engine blackout the sun
faint and rolling rumble, run for my life
The ruin of some structure makes way for hallowed ground
The artifacts are evidence we lived, or ever made a sound
Now the choice is chasing me to solid ground
A head wind is blowing makin me slow
Feats of strength with a man on the track
He wanted to make it home on time
Just as the whistle sound, I made the bank thankful for the grass
Lying face down I felt a gun in my back
They saw me running and turned me away
Because they didn't know where I’m from
The ruin of some structure makes way for hallowed ground
The artifacts are evidence we lived, or ever made a sound