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Unscathed
04:00
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Davey I’ve been in the treehouse
There’s this rowdy nest of squirrels
I keep looking at your magazines
And I’m nervous around girls
I know it’s only been five weeks
Still everything feels weird
Mom keeps biting her cuticles
I’ve been trying to grow a beard
Is it hot there
What do you eat
Do you miss us
Have you shot anybody
Davey I’ve been working so hard
Putting down cover crops
Dad was riding the harvester
Rooted up a swarm of wasps
You know how the sky changes
When the summer turns to fall
I’ve been thinking of vacation
Up in snowy Montreal
Are there monkeys
Is it real dense
Do you worry
Have you made any friends
I’ve been missing the way that you tease
How you’d share all your freaky ideas
The way you always seemed unafraid
Please come home unscathed
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HVAC
03:36
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I’m too far north for monkeys, Joey
They live in the south
It’s more rocks and mountains than trees
In this part of the world
And it’s drier than dry
Some of us got kidney stones
And lost a few days of work
Installing HVAC in the barracks
Joey, every boy is nervous around girls
It’s whether you show it or not
But you’d be better off showing it
You were never good at hiding your feelings, Joey
Beard or no beard your eyes can’t lie
I miss tending the crops back home
Not much grows in the desert
A local man roasted a whole goat buried in the sand
That’s about the closest thing they’ve got to taking food from the earth
Taking food from God’s earth
Oh and friends
What about friends do you want to know?
You have to make friends here if you want to get by
But it’s scary, it’s scary to get close
with someone who might die
And please don’t ask if I’ve shot anyone ever again
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Same Stars
03:18
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If the clouds begin to part
If see a sleeping deer
If I hold my breath a while
Then you’ll reappear
If a plane flies overhead
If this leaf falls away
If my dad is on the porch
Then you’ll be okay
If the frogs come out tonight
If the clothes are on the line
If I count every step
Then you’ll be fine
Are you looking at the same stars
Are there birds up in the trees
Are you sad with your decision
I think war is a disease
If the cows are laying down
If this stick begins to burn
If I think of you real hard
Then you’ll return
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C9 Bulbs
03:46
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Merry Christmas Happy New Year
Hope you aren’t too sore I missed your last thanksgiving call
We were in some ancient canyon
And after three long days
we heard the copter blades
They spotted us at last
I was thinking of our grandfather
How he never smiled but loved so well
How teased and joked but never laughed
I can’t remember one time he cracked a smile and still
We adored him all the same
Hey does mom still use those C9 bulbs?
They make the whole tree glow a kind of warmth
Those LEDs from China are cold and piercing
Like perfect robot icicles
They’re not the same
And I miss the same
The burst left us disoriented bloodied blind and bruised
disabled and confused we wandered aimlessly
Well what about those big old 70s C9 bulbs?
That made the whole tree glow a kind of warmth
Those IEDs on the road are armor piercing
Like hidden serpents in the sand
It’s not a game
Life’s not the same
And I miss the same
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5. |
Holidays Without You
02:43
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We were in the basement Fixing the sump pump
Dad saw a spider And I swear he jumped
We had a good laugh Best one in years
Then in the dim light I noticed the tears
I cut the tree down
Dragged it back home
Set it up in the living room
All on my own
Mom cooked the rabbit
We stumbled through
It wasn’t easy
These holidays without you
Walked on the stone wall Out to the quarry
Thought of the jackknife You got for me
All of the stories You used to tell
Trying to scare me When I wasn’t well
I lit a sparkler
On New Year’s eve
Dad shared his beer with me
Then fell asleep
Mom called Aunt Polly
Out of the blue
It wasn’t easy
These holidays without you
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Three Blind Mice
03:25
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Those old tales that frightened you
They were nursery rhymes, mother goose
From a book on the shelf of the room we shared
by the holy bible that made me scared
but for you it was the wife with the carving knife
in Three Blind Mice
But I understand
Joey I know your fear
We got into this mess without any plan
Out of the farmer’s frying pan
into the fire of Afghanistan
Pinning every hope on the lookout man
one of three blind mice
So don’t be scared
Tell dad not to cry
I’ll be home for the fourth of July
We’ll go to the quarry and take a dip
drink a beer and work on your pistol grip
Find myself a good job at the dealership
wear a suit and tie
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Sparklers
03:06
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Honestly I must confess
It’s been hard here what a mess
Late night practices wrestling
When it’s done I hang out in the gym
Laying on the smelly mat
I forget where I’m at
Got a laugh picturing you
All dolled up in a suit
Hair slicked back selling cars
It just won’t work too bizarre
Freshman dance is in two weeks
I might ask Angelique
Dad seems pretty unfazed
But I haven’t seen mom in days
We’re gonna buy a new horse
Here’s to you home for the fourth
I’ll buy sparklers of course
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That Allen Boy
03:17
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The last time mom up and left
was the time that I skipped school
to go camping with my friend Jacob Allen
When dad heard he tackled me to the ground
like a wrestler to the mat
Caught me off guard
and I’ve never forgotten
He pinned me down
put his face in mine
said you better shape up or ship out
And keep away from that strange Allen boy
Mom ran out that night
Went to stay with Aunt Pollyana
You were only six
I doubt you remember
Mom and I didn’t speak to dad
for at least a week
The time he took you
fishing every day
I only tell you this in passing
It’s all pretty funny if you ask me
He pinned me down
He said straighten your back
and pick up your feet
keep your grades up son
your hair cut neat
get some direction for your life
You’ve let go dull your pocket knife
No more of this weekend sleeping in
Wipe off that smartass grin
And keep away from that strange Allen boy
Yeah keep away from that strange Allen boy
Son keep away from that strange Allen boy
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Strong Enough
04:25
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Davey I remember everything
Walking through the Barberries early spring
I fell in the river dad was pissed
He started drinking while we fished
That night the stars really felt so near
Dad was snoring like that old John Deere
Then this Spotted Owl swooped in close
I swear I thought I’d seen a ghost
I heard that Jerry Turner died
Some lady shot him from behind
I know that nothing is for certain
Promise me you’re gonna be fine
Davey did I tell you that I had my first kiss
Me and Angelique one night drinking Schlitz
Out by the bleachers talking laughing
And then suddenly it happened
You always teased that my lips were huge
Angelique says that I’m wicked smooth
Maybe in the summer we can hike the bluff
If you think you’re strong enough
I overheard dad on the phone
He said your lost your new best friend
I get so freaked that I can’t sleep
Someone said this war might never end
Davey tell me it’s not true
What would I do without you
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10. |
Take a Picture
03:38
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Little brother don’t lose sleep over me
You’ve got enough to think about
what with your sweet Angelique and poor Jerry Turner
Oh lord what a week
It’s true what dad said about my friend
We became fast pals in the infirmary
when I sprained my elbow lifting weights too big for me
That was his favorite word: “Elbow”
Lately there’s been quite a lot of talk
A lot of activity on the base
It’s not any one thing but you can sense it
like animals can sense the earth about to quake
Last night I dreamed I was up in the attic
All our old toys were there and dad’s deer heads
And the red coat that mom wore to Uncle Roger’s funeral
that caused an outrage
I could hear you all talking downstairs
I couldn’t make out any of the words
just a lot of mumbles and murmurs
but I could make out the laughter
Joey, if I’m not there on the fourth
Do me a favor if you would please
Write our names in the air with the sparklers
Have mom take a picture
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Forest Route New Hampshire
Forest Route is a collective of artists from New Hampshire and Maine. Our cup of tea is to pass original music through a varied filter of historic styles. Each Forest Route project is guided to a greater or lesser extent by producer/composer/arranger/lover of pastiche, Chris Côté. We aren't a record label. We don't sign artists. We're artists ourselves, making the things we love to make, together. ... more
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