rebekah rolland

Seed & Silo

Track Listing:

  1. Hole In the Earth
  2. The Spirit
  3. Little Blackbird/Duck River
  4. Looking to the Sun
  5. Standing Still
  6. Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie
  7. Paradise
  8. Don’t Wait Around
  9. The Mulberry Tree
  10. Letters and Photographs

 

 


Lyrics

“Hole in the Earth”

Man put a hole in the earth
Settled down in the earth
Deep down in the earth
Man put a hole in the earth
Row by row of the earth
And he fell and rose with the earth

Man made a town of the meadow
Broke the ground of the meadow
Settled down in the meadow
Man measures life by the meadow
By the length of her shadow
By her sighs, soft and shallow

And the clay makes its way through my veins
Smoothing out the ruddy walls of the river bank
Marble shining in the walls of the river

The sky breaks our silence in mourning
With her cries in the morning
A reckoning and a warning
In our beds in the mud and the water
Winter and summer
Ever one or the other

Chorus

And the clay makes its way through my veins
Smoothing out the ruddy walls of the river bank
And the cold settles deep in my bones
Smoothing o’er the muddy shores of the river bank
Marble shining in the walls of the river
Man put a hole in the earth
Settled down in the earth
Deep down in the earth

“The Spirit”
for Ryan
Do you know where you go?
Do you know where you go?
When the setting sun sinks down like a stone to the bottom of the river
Sleep is a river and your dreams, a boat
And we’ll sail it together

My father was a fine man
My father was a fine man
But everybody pines for the waters of life because everybody’s broken
A crack in the back of his old violin
And we hung it in the kitchen
Take me back to heaven for a second
You were singing in the morning
Streaming through the floor and the open door
And the windows of the second story

Oooo
Don’t you know that time does a number on the mind?
Oooo
The spirit, like a west wind, making for the far side

Build it beside that red road
Build it beside that red road
With walls come down from the forests and towns of Northern Minnesota
Where the water is wide and it cries in the night
You can hear it from the second story
We swore before that we’d make the most of it
Keep each other closer
Wild in the night, eyes to the sky
Your shadow on the water

Oooo Don’t you know that time does a number on the mind? Ooo The spirit, like a west wind, making for the far side

“Little Blackbird”

Little blackbird on the gable
Blackbird callin’ ‘bout trouble and woe
Trouble and woe, trouble and woe
Fill the cracks in the wall and fill up our store

There’s a spirit at my table
Spirit aglow when it spoke unto Moses
Spirit aglow, spirit aglow
But the fire burns cold and we’ve no place to go

Pretty Sarah, sweet and able

Won’t you come down and tell us, now, where do we go?
Where do we go, where do we go
When the cup runneth low and the river is froze?

Little Bessie in her stable
The baby’s a cryin’ and the cold wind’s a blowin’
Cold wind’s a blowin’, cold wind’s a blowin’
Put a line in the snow and we’ll find our way home

Little blackbird on the gable
Little blackbird, don’t you call here no more
Don’t you call here no more, call here no more
Don’t you know, it is well it is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well it is well with my soul

“Looking to the Sun”

Ring the golden hour
A bell like rain and a sky like fire
I see home from steps of stone
When I’m looking to the sun
If I’m looking long enough

Mama doesn’t know
What I press to the page with the words they gave me
Light moves in the way that it does
We hold to what we know
Made still, but still we go

See the planes of time
Golden waves that flood my mind
No birth at all, no end in sight
Behold, what power have I
To fall and still to rise

I am but a child
And you are proud, face to the ground
Quiet words meant for the sun
There’s sorrow in the sound

Beating in the night
With bated breath, a boy in flight
One day, we’ll get it right
But for now we fall in silence
But time will not forget us
No, time will not forget us

“Standing Still”

Pressed to my mind
Wrapped up tight, a midnight ride
Floating on the dreams that we have carried many miles
Pressed as the stars to darkness
A hum in the night, seed and silo silent for a little while

Drawn like the prairie dawn Flickering through the night Faded now, but you never really said goodbye Pressed to my mind A blanket of white, fast asleep But you know that life is buried in the ground underneath Shining as light through the trees Snow to my knees We’re making wings My heart beats for the things like these

Repeat Chorus

Figures and faded lines
Red as summer light Black as February frozen in my mind, in my mind Pressed deep in memory The plough, the tree alone, and she is standing still in front of me

Repeat Chorus

“Bury Me Not On the Lone Prairie” (Traditional)

“Bury me not on the lone prairie”
These words he spoke came mournfully
From the cold, pale lips of a youth who lay
At his dying bed at the close of day

He wasted time ‘til upon his brow
The dew- drop clouds were a gathering now
He thought of his home and his friends so nigh
All the cowboys gathered to see him die

I always thought I’d be laid when I died
In the old churchyard by the green hillside
By the side of my father let my grave be
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

Bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the old coyotes may howl over me
Where the buffalo rome and the wind blows free
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

I want to be laid where my mother’s prayers
And sister’s tears will linger there
Where my friends can come and weep over me
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

”Bury me not” and his voice fell there
We heeded not his dying prayer
In a narrow grave, just six by three
We buried our boy on the lone prairie

“Paradise”

It’s a quarter to four at the break of day
And I really should be on my way
It’s getting late, but the wind blows somethin’ fierce
And the city is grey
Like an iron bell on judgment day
I’m at the black gate
Lord, won’t you stop the rain?

Holes in my pockets, soles are busted
Luck worn thin like a handkerchief
I’m a gentleman, bound for better than this
Grind, push ‘em and a shove ‘em
Shining there over the Hudson
“You want land? Son, we got some”

You’ve never dared, only dreamed it A call to live like you mean it It’s a paradise like you’ve never seen

Rattle in a tin jar, bees in a glass jar
Tap, tap, drummin’ to the beat of the march
Slow in comin’, there by summertime

Here then there, station to station
Winds with a chance of decimation
A letter to my mama and my relations

Repeat Chorus

Come summer, I’ll have something to show, but it’s seven days grey, two hundred to go Seven days grey, two hundred to go Seven days grey, two hundred to go

Repeat Chorus

“Don’t Wait Around”

Don’t wait around for me, baby
I’m holding onto you and you to me tonight
But when we’re through, bid me adieu and don’t think it means, “’Til next time”
Step one, now, to the left and now another to the right
Light on your feet, babe
And you’re mighty sweet, babe

But don’t you go wishing we were something I’m sure of one thing—that I ain’t sure of nothin’ And if I was, well, then maybe I could love you I think you’re fine, but I’m a movin’ all the time Ants in my dress, babe I’m a live-long mess, babe

I never did need no one but little Katie
She’s a funny duck and I’m a little crazy
We give ‘em stuff to talk about over their morning tea
What is it to us but free publicity?
“Saturday only! It’s Antigone!”

Katie and me, we are dreamers
Hitch a wagon to the sun and make a run for it
There’s a stage for the best of ‘em and we belong on it
In a city far away and all the folks back home will say “We knew them when” and “Ain’t they just something?”

Don’t wait around for me, baby
The moon shines like a liberty dime
It’s a night made for the dreamers
I’m a creature come to life, flitting and flying like it was easy
Tonight in Michigan, tomorrow Tulita or Paris
Just try and catch me
I’m halfway to New York City

Don’t wait around for me, baby
Don’t wait around
Don’t wait around for me, baby

“The Mulberry Tree”

In wintery fields of silver sheen, there stands a mulberry tree
Where me and my true love did lay
And he was all to me

Late one night, one wintry night, a knockin’ at my door
His face was black and his eyes were white
I’d seen him there before

A face in shadow turned to me “My darling, you must know; I am your dearest Emory Returned from Mexico”

Then through the kitchen to the door, my husband standing by
”Who’s this a knockin’ at this hour?
Ain’t seen you here before

He caught my eye then turned to him “I fear I am mistaken The one I loved and left behind Has since this place forsaken”

Winter passed, then come the spring, my husband said to me “I’ve need of men and company To break the ground for me”

“Help from the boy from Lexington, help from the miller’s son And what of that boy Emory? Has he but come and gone?”

So Emory returned to me, but to my husband owing
And late at night when all would sleep We’d lay so quietly

One night, a tappin’ on the glass, the wind did toss and tear
My husband woke and then, alas He did not find me there

He went into the darkened hall, in anger called to me
Then through the kitchen, to the door, out to the fields went he
Out to the fields went he
‘Twas there he found me in the arms of this boy Emory
But quietly turned back to home
And fell back into sleep

The next night, still as heaven come down, we stole out to the fields
And there, he watched for us to come
We fell there at his feet
Lay still there at his feet

Then through the field, into the woods from there he stole to Lincoln
And there they watched for him to come
He’d not return again

And where we lay in darkest night now stands a mulberry tree
When the light of heaven shines down on it
It burns red as can be, it burns red as can be

“Letters and Photographs”

Even then, morning meant thumbing through pages of home and you and me
Early light on the sea looks something like when the meadow is tossed in the breeze

Even now, bent and bowed, built them to look like the faces of our father’s house Mother’s words hang like birds, circling over the church on the edge of town

And still, we are carrying pictures that cover the walls of our hearts
And still, we are lying and looking for traces of grace in the stars

Even now, waiting round
The lilies will bloom and a southern wind will sound
You to me, a red ruby tree
Fired by your faith in the spring and summer ease

Chorus

And still, we are burying letters and photographs deep in the yard
And still, we are keeping them there like they’re lighting our way in the dark
Keeping them there like they’re lighting our way in the dark