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Trip To Pine

by Tim and Chris Birchard

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1.
Trip To Pine 04:47
Walking down the lane's rain gutters my footfalls mark the beat Christmas morning, yesteryear I dreamt of Vietnam, Cambodia, Downtown main street As I try to clear my mind of rhyme I find myself at the heart of all matter Age is made by accepting change or by staying plain An unwilling batter (Chorus) And I think of home again And wonder, then, how long it's been Since I've been able to clear my head To sleep at night in my own bed Resistant old man, accept the new plan Take my hand Like Peter Pan, lead me to some brand new land (Ch) A blood-stained mind of feeble design We trip to the pine For the cold, dark line Where I feel the whine of an elephant's spine
2.
Quiet Love 04:02
I don’t know you I’ve become a slob My mind does not seem to work right I need a part-time job (Ch) If only I could disappear Into tomorrow’s far reaches I know, then, I could make it clear Who needs the teacher and who teaches So many times I’ve been deceived By all of this that’s surrounding me All this time I wouldn’t believe You’re why my heart is pounding me (Ch) I’m growing cold, as the fire’s hot My mind is tied up in this knot My hands are broken with toil My love cannot grow within this soil So put me in my corner (and) Batter me with your will Step over the line, hammer me under What’s true within me will prevail (Ch)
3.
Pelacone 06:00
We rubbed two sticks together The cat sits on the sofa, getting wetter The grate that holds the fire couldn’t be better (Ch) Have you seen the lights of Pelacone? (To lift my Irish love for loss) The dreamy nights in Pelacone? (I’ll give you my bladder) I’ve set my sights on Pelacone… (To see my child’s beautiful eyes, I’ll lend you my ladder) We placed our fire between two stones Said “goodbye” to our cojones Left our place for Al Jarrone’s Spent the night in Pelacone (Ch) We left, the fire couldn’t be hotter I stole those logs left in your loft Cottonwood by the cord, don’t even bother Texan oak is free of cost To hold my heart you’ll need my soul To help offset the roll We need to talk about our love And how they stole our faithful glove How they lied upon the stand Patty, Bailey and Christine ran… (Ch)
4.
Sun Glass 04:50
Can you take off your shades for me? And I’ll disappear into your eyes Please remove that sunglass From those that you disguise Let me gaze into your space Your thoughts, I can’t replace And love will raise me up High above, my soaring spirit’s lost (Ch) Graze me in your green, green fields Kiss me with your wild blue water Hold out your arms to me Electrifying embrace, set me free Let me hear your laughter, toulepe truffels Compose for me your darking troubles Clearly display the courage I seek So this lucky lion can’t squeak Hold me in your eyes So I can hear you say I’m leaving in your eyes right now Maybe I’ll return some day True love is the gold A glass of our love will hold our hearts, if we allow It strength to hold our sacred vow Can you take off your shades for me? And I’ll disappear into your eyes Please remove that sunglass From those that you disguise Let me gaze into your space Your thoughts, I can’t replace And love will raise me up High above, my soaring spirit’s lost (Ch)
5.
My Telescope 05:00
If I could write I would about love You wouldn’t understand About this kind of love If I could write I’d write about faith How I left And you surfaced (Ch) So tears roll down the sky I stand here and try To sing to you, oh my! As I wonder why? If I could be a bird I’d fly above the trees Fall down on my knees I’d give you my word Now that I’m a soul You will have me whole Just talk to me at night Everything is fine, while… (Ch) But you are dear And I am jack I’ll eat my heart You steal my snack If tears were love and you were hope I’d dry myself with time and cope Live my life in constanope I’ll watch you from my telescope… (Ch)
6.
Somehow, we tripped to the pine and it must’ve been a good thing. I’d imagine two boys and a baseball field where one kid’s on the pitcher’s mound and one is in the batter’s box. He throws, He hits it- right over the fence and they rejoice. Fun. No? Maybe not. No, this would get hairy. In the sense that they were seeing ghosts. Prophets and the like would rattle their doors at 2 a.m. asking stupid questions like, “Have you seen the sun, lately?” And I’d answer, “No, No, I haven’t” And hell would poke its pointed finger at me and whisper, “so haven’t we.” Then, I’d go to super wall mart and have a hamburger at McD’s and feel SO normal and healthy. Under the bright lights, steel trusswork, concrete. Within the confines of security. We leave together or none, too much, at all, of course. Giant steps. T-Rex was misunderstood. We need to shake things up a little, but with our hearts and minds and souls. Recycle everything we can. And slowly rebuild. Our earth may be dying.
7.
(Ch) This is not a song This is not a song Please don’t get me wrong, but this is not a song The needle’s in the red I guess it’s true what they said I’ve got a bomb in my head And the monkey must be fed (Ch) Steering wheel– hands at 8 and 4 handcuffed, pedal to the floor It’s the life that I adore I guess it’s true what they said (Ch) Step right up and place your bets This is not a song, so cool your jets I’m not ready to quit just yet That’s the only thing that I would regret (Ch)
8.
I’ll be waiting in the wings for you You can find me where you always do I’ll be flying where our hearts are true Where I’m never feeling bad or blue I’ll be waiting in the dying gloom In that tiny little downstairs room I’ll wait, you’ll never come too soon Drinking light from the distant moon (Ch) Nothing matters as much as love Sifting softly from above I’d like to have my bull eaten by your dove A real newly-fashioned kind of love See, never let it slip your mind That, though you’ll decide, my heart I’ll be sippin’ on my favorite wine, “Homemade hooch” plays the strangest part (Ch) it’s not like I’m gonna cry… I’ll be waiting in the wings for you You can find me where you always do I’ll be flying where our hearts are true Where I’m never feeling bad or blue I’ll be waiting in the dying gloom In that tiny little downstairs room I’ll wait, you’ll never come too soon Drinking light from the distant moon (Ch)
9.
“Alone together” is the title of a new poem that has no words yet “Alone together” is the title of a new poem that has no words, I regret I realized today that you usually precede a request for new lyrics with a strong compliment of current writings But I love the compliments, nonetheless So happy that our art can feed with each other Thank you for publishing my work Isn’t “work” a funny word? I’d bet saying it 200 times would help to undermine its nobility some Does your Jeep have a winch? It needs one… Love always, Baby J
10.
The Zero 03:59
I walked with you to your tube I relaxed upon your sofa I noticed the flame upon the sky Now I may be afraid to fly I think that terror just may tend To reveal its scary head at night But when I see Ground Zero’s steel bend as broken concrete and glass reflect light (Ch) The broken hearts, they sing, alright When I saw the day ignite again & again, the images bright, When I saw day turned into night I cancelled my future commercial flight Please take my ass to ground zero Ground Zero, where the ghost comes and calls, Please leave my weary bones at the zero Where my friends and I may hold our balls… I walked with you to your tube I relaxed upon your sofa I noticed the flame upon the sky Now I may be afraid to fly Please take my ass to ground zero Ground Zero, where the ghost comes and calls, Please leave my weary bones at the zero Where my friends and I may hold our balls… (Ch)
11.
Starless Sky 02:56
Under one starless sky… I contemplated heaven, Counted to eleven, And I didn’t ask “why” I didn’t ask “what” Though I thought of your butt And went into this dream I was gone, it would seem into the bubble-maker At once I was confused Like, caught up in this ruse As if I’d seen the news I’s goin’ to meet my maker, the heartbreaker So I stashed my lonely toil rubbed my fruit (with heel) into soil And I felt this profound peace As I shouldered this hairy beast While you just pray I flay and flay and flay and flay All day… At once I was confused Like, caught up in this ruse As if I’d seen the news Under one starless sky… I contemplated heaven, Counted to eleven, And I didn’t ask “why”

about

My brother Chris and I wrote these eleven songs over the course of 2009. He did the words, I did the music.

There are actually more than these eleven. A lot more. Versions that didn’t make the cut; ideas still simmering on the stovetop; songs that refused to play nice together, now relegated to ‘time out’…

All of them have taken me to new places within, bringing me closer to my brother. Deepest gratitude.

Written and recorded in Austin, Texas and Durango, Colorado.

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released May 17, 2010

All words by Chris Birchard except "Pelacone", words by Chris and Tim Birchard. All music by Tim Birchard. Copyright 2010.

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