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Watonwan River (LP)

by Jim Younger's Spirit

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1.
Restless 03:43
Creaking wooden floor and the faint glow from outside mean the sun is rising An uneasy night again, time won't heal the pain My unquiet soul cried out long for release My body's free yet something weighs on my mind The bleak flat landscape troubles me I'm closing in on myself I shut myself away in the silence of the room My unquiet soul My unquiet soul cried out long for release My body's free yet something weighs on my mind There's always something weighing on my mind My unquiet soul My unquiet soul still cries out for release I'm fading in the thick stifling air My mind drifts back to the past, restless My mind drifts away, restless
2.
Galveston 04:19
A swampy breeze blows from the mainland Here's the last piece of land facing the ocean There's brown sand as far as I can see And the waves are brown too Clusters of shell were dropped on the sand by the goddess of sea As presents to the forgotten souls that washed up on That godforsaken place That godforsaken place The wind ripples the waves to the shore The wind ripples the waves to the shore I shake sand off I shake sand off my clothes I shake sand off my clothes and then go
3.
We were on the eve of the civil war We rode the country, ready to burst forth Dust rose from under our horse's hooves We headed for the next bloody step Bodies were hanged in the woods And left swaying as a dreadful warning Bodies were hanged in the woods Some poor young men were caught While working on the land In a wink we hanged them, we hanged them high They were left there swaying Bodies were hanged in the woods And left swaying as a dreadful warning Bodies were hanged in the woods They still haunt me They still haunt me Bodies were hanged in the woods And left swaying as a dreadful warning
4.
Indian Lands 04:09
The soothing sound of lapping water rocking the pebbles reminds me of the old times Little stones are cast up on the shingle shore, black red and grey wild jewels The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice “Lift up your eyes to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands” I bathe my pains in the clear water Rain begins to drip and draws perfect circles The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice “Raise your face to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands” I see your pale body's shadow, long ago on that same shore The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice “Raise your face to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands. I run to Indian lands” The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice “Lift up your eyes to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands” “I run to Indian lands I run to Indian lands I run to Indian lands I run to Indian lands...”
5.
He's lying down on the riverside The summer weather's so fine he could melt into it He looks at the trees above his head The leaves are quivering in the warm wind He wishes he could touch the clouds Climb on the smooth cotton balls It would be great to touch the clouds Flying away in the sky Slowly pushed by the wind "Your father's dead, let the murderer live With his sin for the rest of his days" His mother softly yet sadly whispered He's 14, he's not sure he understands He wishes he could touch the clouds Climb on the smooth cotton balls It would be great to touch the clouds Flying away in the sky Slowly pushed by the wind "Boys don't seek revenge on him, He'll forever look over his shoulder in fear Wishing he'll never come across One of you, boys, never, ever" He wishes he could touch the clouds Climb on the smooth cotton balls It would be great to touch the clouds Flying away in the sky Slowly pushed by the wind
6.
The Big Woods swallowed us then spit us in the swamps It seems old stories are carried away in the river's murky water As if the silt could deliver the truth Watonwan river That's how they call it Watonwan He who saw everything For sixteen days we turned in circles through marshes and swamps We can't start a fire while the chase is on We're wet, muddy, and cold. Sore and wounded we cross the river, and hid in a bush Watonwan river That's how they call it Watonwan He who saw everything Watonwan river That's how they call it Watonwan Who has an eye on everything The gunfire begins, Charlie drops dead first I guess I'll die here 'cause my brother was seeking thrills Watonwan, Watonwan, let's get it done Watonwan, I hope you'll sweep my sins away
7.
Two Hearts 03:53
I was marked by evil spirits, they lurked inside me Rocks and valleys, rivers and mountains Unveiled right before my eyes Twisted two-hearts looked at me And made me of their kind Twisted two-hearts looked at me And made me of their kind I remember how my father was killed on a dusty road 'cause he was born on the wrong side of the border He was left there alone I remember my house on fire, Children shouting outside Dogs are barking, my mother's crying I left and never came back Twisted two-hearts looked at me And made me of their kind Twisted two-hearts looked at me And made me of their kind I was marked by evil spirits, they lurked inside me Rocks and valleys, rivers and mountains Unveiled right before my eyes The two-hearts took me in their underworld And I won't see the sun no more The two-hearts took me in their underworld And I won't see the sun no more I won't see the sun no more I won't see the sun no more...
8.
It was early one morning I passed St. James Hospital, It was early one mornin', mornin' month of May, I looked in the window and I spied a dear cowboy-- Wrapped up in white linen, well, he was cold as the clay. Sayin', "Come, dear mother, come an' seat yourself nigh me, Come, dear father, come and sing me one song, For my knee-bones are achin' and my poor heart is breakin', I know I'm a poor cowboy, and I know I done wrong. I want sixteen young gamblers, papa, to carry my coffin, I want sixteen young whore gals for to sing me my song, Tell them bring 'long a bunch of those sweet-smellin' roses, So they can't smell me as they drive me on. 'Twas once in the saddle, papa, I used to go dashing, Father, in my young days when I used to be gay, Down roun' that old church-house, with them handsome young ladies, Them girls oughta carry me, follow me to my grave. It was early one mornin' I passed St. James Hospital, Lord, it was early one mornin', mornin' month of May, I looked in the window and I spied a dear cowboy-- And he was wrapped in white linen, he was colder than clay.
9.
Dead bodies now and then / dead bodies now and then He wants to run away from the streams of blood that pour into the ground From the horses gaping bellies, from their dead wide open eyes From wounded young men crying, from their wild wide open eyes Men in the woods trying to hide, men with no jaw, men torn to pieces Then a poor house: the old woman's shot dead, the little girl cries and kittens play As if nothing ever happened He fires up into the sky Forms shrouded in the smoke/ Scattered army things Forms shrouded in the smoke, scattered army things The battlefield still echoes with the sound of guns Campfires glow far away He holds on to the trees trying to guess which side has won A lost and lonesome young boy Walks alone in a wasteland Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt A lost and lonesome young boy Walks alone in a wasteland Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt

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Brand new Jim Younger's Spirit album, with the participation of Alex Maas from The Black Angels.
Recorded and mixed mostly in Toulouse at Don Joe Studio (Pop Sisters records).
Mastered at New Alliance East with Nick Zampiello, and distributed by PIAS in France.
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released April 22, 2016

Jim Younger's Spirit & Alex Maas (The Black Angels)

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Jim Younger's Spirit Aix En Provence, France

Psych rock laced with blues and folk sonorities, telling dark and tragic tales infused with fuzz guitars, acid organs or weird jew’s harp. Based upon historical testimonies or fantasized, our songs are inspired by Jim Younger’s life, an almost limitless backdrop dealing with various historical subjects - Civil War, Indian Wars, social struggles…, or introspective feelings - regrets and redemption. ... more

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