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the traveler

by bob fink

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tiffany lynn Each song is seeped in emotion, pregnant with its story. Favorite track: shadowland.
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1.
pine tree 02:44
pine tree had one eye he smiled, i got more wasted the river made me cry small pleasures i had tasted the glowing cauldron dried my bones and cooked the salty flesh bear dont mean no good he keeps me from the secret the mountains and the sun neither one will speak it there's nothing left but blasphemy the symbols ride it out the mystery knows why empty patterns, like wind as it scatters home to the homeless rite (honest to God the fraud is plain) the hanged man prays his own name (name it, an island that can't be named) the reefs, the rock, the sound the forest holds the night the bird, she sings to heaven i sang to my guitar and went to sleep forever the troubles that i had were gone, i went out with a smile its all invisible until it's seen
2.
there's no need to be afraid
 bad things seem to work out somehow
 i don't have answers 
i don't see a reason to shout 
what is it about 

when you cant please yourself 
but the rest come so natural to please 
you wind up lying face up in your neighbors front yard
 absorbed in the stars

 now you're fully alone 
making it home
 wishing i was something else
 just think of me when you loved me
 and remember that i loved you too 
the setting of the sun don't mean that it's done
3.
traveler 03:16
shades of shifting light, oh tormented night i’ll be here from this moonwashed hill, there’s a valley still i’ll soon be there an ancient childhood standing guard of this black-garden, borrowed temple of leaves as all these changes come, making up the sum of being there let there be no mistake, this is the price to awake and find yourself here an ancient childhood standing guard of this black garden, borrowed temple of leaves there is no other way, and how else could it be? time is the shepherd feast of newborn care lost in a dying prayer (I’ll be there) In a dying prayer (I’ll be here) Dying prayer (I’ll be there)
4.
Oh Lord, i miss that girl buried by the live oak tree; her headstone holds down the skin of the earth, wanting to crawl away the night is black the air is cold i want her back in my arms, once more to hold the whole night through, the whippoorwill cries out her mournful song, heralding my anguish to the Angel of Death; yes, it's the saddest of songs the night is black the air is cold i want her back in my arms, once more to hold Oh Lord, please heed my prayer, i beg your gracious release; please reunite my spirit with hers, i pray for this night to end the night is black the air is cold i want her back in my arms, once more to hold
5.
there was a boy who couldn’t stay awake his eyes were shut down low for that sake the dirty room with tater sheets at night and dentist teeth-cast nightlights for light take it as it comes take the letting go till the stars on the ceiling barely glow into the evening hours out with the plague in with the new it’s as good a way as any I know to never wear shoelace, or apple paste and not eat birthday cake all year the televisor spangled till it snowed his head swelled and flashed red like a toad his hands and feet were turning into snakes the laughing night gives more than it takes naked as it comes waking lets it go to the moths in the closet eating clothes into the morning hours birthing the sun making new holes it’s as good a way as any I know to never wear shoelace, or apple paste and not eat birthday cake all year ruxpen and engines of fire and light pennants and soldiers and pied piper kite call him to come to the smoking pond on to the great beyond
6.
river 03:38
down by the palm lined river where me and my heartbeat did lay to and from forever is where we will always stay we stuck our toes in the river to see if we could stand but we don’t need to walk on water to be in the moment at hand the river went down to the ocean me and my heartbeat went too we got sick of the motion it wasn’t what we were used to we went back down to the river to see if forever was gone the moment became faith in the future and the river just kept flowing on
7.
shadowland 02:49
aint no sense in wondering i proved it to myself this is all my own creation this is all my own hell all those winding roads and all the wicked paths that led me into darkness through the sordid past oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland people i’ve mistreated like brambles by the way i ask for their forgiveness though i know i can’t be saved oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland now i can clearly see that the light on the hill where everything is real up where the shadows flee ....there’s a home for me yesterday’s a phantom tomorrow is a grave, but i have found redemption in the light of this day oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland oh i’m leaving here, for i can no longer stay in this shadowland
8.
soul of man 06:06
the earth has shifted i no longer know who I am the morning comes the darkness softens and I don’t doubt that death is a gift and I am a fool of fire by right the ride is done i'm going down, out past capitol town yes, i'm going down where i can get free, with my family you might find Jesus you might find the drugstore you might fall backwards into the soul of man but if you wind up somewhere off in the distance just don’t blame me i was happy to be somewhere in between the dream and sleep i think of the wasteland the years i spent wandering now there’s only the mountain, then glory from there despite what has shifted, despite every distance, the space that’s between me and the machine don’t mean anything unless it’s there
9.
come home sinner, i call unto thee lately this has been in my head im cold, im tired, im hungry been forsaken and left for dead a single elm tree in an open field reminding me there's still a home what is a tree, and what is a man? and what is a fall from grace? what's in remembering you don't understand that helps you remember your place? a single elm tree in an open field reminding me there's still a home when i leave this world i will miss you when i leave this world i will miss you when i leave this world i will miss you when i leave this world i will miss you

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my cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain

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released June 27, 2013

bob fink: vocals, guitar, piano, harmonica
featuring california condors:
reza asgari: guitar, vocals
joe allen: bass, vocals
kenn shane: drums, vocals

produced by bob fink and california condors
engineered by kenn shane and bob fink
mixed and mastered by greg doyle

all songs written by bob fink, except 'cautionary tale' by bob fink and reza asgari

cover art by kara fink and holly kelley

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