Thursday, December 9, 2010

Jackie Frost, G-Unit, New Album

What a day to be had when our sky glows different at sunset. Sure, lots of sunsets have been handed to us at the end of our days, but none are identical. None speak the same language or even toss around the same sky jargon. 

Jackie Frost is here and certainly standing much taller than she has in previous years. The cold crumbles my bones to the point of not wanting to go out of my house (not even to enjoy a delicious cigarette, which makes me even more crabby-assed). Where's jovial Josh? Where is the outlaw spirit? Is it my age creeping deeper into snowbirdism? I have no fireplace and these ears on my head are alway ringing. Jumping into a soothing hot bath filled with 3 different woman of all ages is sometimes all I can think about. The age diversity is to ensure good, hearty story telling and also to develop sexually into something not even Tony Danza has looked in the eye.

i have been drinking large amounts of nightquil the past few days. mustn't worry mom, it's not to just get high -even though that is a plus- but to fight off this satanic sickness that has grown into my nemesis. It's weird to have your enemy so close to you at all times. My weapons of choice are the G3 Bash Brothers and their Dr Sidekick: Garlic, Ginger, Green Tea, keep the feet warm/smile risen...Dr. Gonzo. 

Sad to see that Bughouse Video in my neighborhood is closing down. I hear netflix is an awesome deal and unbeatable this and that, but right now F-off Netflix! Bughouse moved into Northside right about the same time I did in 2004-5ish and was my cozy spot for rentals of obscurity. Bughouse introduced me to the films of Woody Allen and Robert Altman. I wanna say that I first picked up DEER HUNTER at Bughouse (I was screwed up for a while after that one!) I must admit those freebee scratched ups I would at times gather at the library due to pocketbook casualties. When the dough was their it was dinner and a movie night at my apartment above sidewinder: Bughouse and Melt's Nacho's (kudos to DJDQ for introductions) ...So as I walked into Bughouse to find out the horrid news I decided to purchase there copies of A FISH CALLED WANDA and MAN ON THE MOON

Shit man! This is a music blog...get to it you fool

The Harvest City a greatful for all the local and regional support we have been given as of late. we recently were featured on Cincy NPR station 91.7 talking about the record and this and that. sometime soon 89.7 will be showcasing us a morning show interview. Stay tuned! I promise I will try to say something smart and wild and witty. We all like to be tickled in that pants, no?

Our new record is underway. We have many songs to pick from. Some may be surprising to us on how the actually turn out. Who knows, maybe we'll be asked to be part of White Snakes reunion tour. Or David Hasslhoffs Munich, Germany stadium sellouts. Or Maybe that Chinese Democracy Tour will finally come to the People Republic of China and The Harvest City can be asked to leave not for our belief in Democracy but because Axl required all of us to have dreads.
Wow...our record will not sound like that. I promise. :)

Next show is one week before Christmas, Dec 18th @ Northside Tavern w/ The Cliftones and The Hiders.


Monday, September 20, 2010

Go Listen...T-shirts....Campfires breathing


The weather is calming down. Don't you love those night where you need a campfire to keep warm. The calmness then the crackling, the work for your warmth and then the wood in turn working for have fulfilled the lumber's destiny in a way. The aroma of your hooded sweatshirt the next day: smokey (of course), rustic and damn near countrified! All of this is an unspoken conversation with nature. Autumn is a brilliant fucking season.

Thank you to those who came out to the shows this past weekend. Friday night at The Northside Tavern 'twas very special to us as we were bless to play with two of our favorite local acts. Scotty Anderson & The Lucky Stars and The Hiders...know that we hold you in great reverence and are proud to be devoted fans/musical comrades.

We've decided to begin recording our follow up record in November. It was quite the run around to schedule the date with Bengal's season and job and traveling and all the crap that we have to take care of in order to be comfy. 

Who wants shirts! We have shirts. They say "Josh Eagle and The Harvest City" (go figure) and then there is grain, or grass...or grain grass...Why would someone harvest grass?  Beats the hell out of me but the shirts are awesome and they are for you! Buy one for Uncle Buck. Early Christmas gift for the kids? Let's not forget that Hanukkah has 8 wild days/nights! That's a lot of gifting. These shirts are not edible but they are Kosher as Rabi Sorvo blessed them himself... he also plays a mean bass guitar. P.S. Thanks to Brendan Male for making these shirts a possibility!

In other news we are booking a spring tour as of now to visit new southern spots as well as hit up some previous friendly, hospitable rangers and slingers . If you know of some great townie bars and pubs to play in, please let us know. They are always the gems! 

Looking forward to The Clifton Heights Music Festival Oct 1-2....we'll be in the 12p.m. slot @ Murphy's (where one could listen, dance, meet a one night stand, buy a Kosher t-shirt and have a good 'ole time). 

Go to midpoint. There is so much good music at this fest and Cincy is truly lucky to have something this bodacious. TomTom Club? Caribou? Are you fucking Joking! Go get money and go. 


Josh Eagle and The Harvest City 

Monday, July 26, 2010

name was bojangles and he danced for me...Charlotte...

The car stinks. It’s awesome. Jeremy and Colin I think have now become full time smokers. The air conditioning shot out 2 days back and we have developed a sincere fetish for the Bojangle’s Chicken & Biscuit Company. Strangest thing about this is we haven’t even tasted this highly regarded food chain’s chicken or biscuits. I am unsure if we as a collective even know a sole being that has, but they are everywhere in the great state of North Carolina! I wonder if the Shoney’s of Kentucky and the Bojangle’s of NC have family BBQ’s on Sunday to celebrate their state’s devotion towards food that doesn’t make consumers last for long.



Charlotte -like our beautiful river town- is called “the queen city”. Cincy skyline kicks its ass. We stay with my old friend J.R. who, lucky for us, has his fiancĂ© out of town (I love you Sara and it would have been great to see you, but us five grizzly men would have startled you) so it is nice to not worry. Arriving at the Common Market is standard: butterflies in stomach, exuberance, anxious. New things are always exciting and this sandwich shop/bar/ convenience store is a rare bird that deserves the local love it receives. We begin to load in and are greeted by the booking agent known to man. Sara is small and cute and helpful tattooed and…is a fire dancer. How bad-to-the-bone is that! She is excited to see us and points us to the outdoor where we will be playing. The stage is made for midgets but we pull off the set up and grasp our handles and mouths towards our PBR tall boys. Mingling in this spot is easy and fancy-free. It is still early and the twinkle in people’s eyes showing the eagerness to get to fun that is to be had on this Saturday evening/night. Have I mentioned the weather? Hot! The hottest day so far this year in Charlotte!


Collin hands out buttons and really does a great job each and every moment he has been with us. So thankful we befriended this cat. 


The Harvest City goes on at 9 and we open up with “Silver Locket”. A song that has tick tocked around the clock with many different meanings throughout it’s lifetime and at this point in time it feels good not to over analyze things. Just feel. Don’t think and just feel. A line in the song I have always had so personal: “I will ring the bell from the highest red rock / if you’ll ever catch me when I’m standing”. By the end of the tune I look at the other three guys and the crowed that is smiling and still curious and staring and clapping. “I’m no longer falling on my ass all the time...” I think afterwards. “Only standing taller.” Music can save a life, ya know.


What a show. What a neat town. We are ever grateful.






Saturday, July 24, 2010

Peanut Butter Fairy...New Friends...Town Pump

Asheville, North Carolina is tough to leave. Blue Ridge Mountains how could we live without thee?! It reminds me of San Francisco but much cleaner, no golden gate but golden What are these happy pills that people ‘round here take? I must know. Everyone is “quite a guy” or “what a gal” and falling into a ravishing love with these gregarious people and their finely tuned city is an every moment happening. A shout out to our friends Lisa and Jamie for letting The Harvest City raid your humble home!


The show at The Town Pump Tavern (this is actually just east of Asheville) was the best yet! Dancing bears, olde cincy friends, local organic beers, slip and slide invitations (yellow plastic on black-top with no water mixes like oil and water) we played for hours laughing our faces numb and rolling through our set with comfortable confidence. After our set I went outside to mingle and meet. “Is that Chuck Berry on stage?” someone asked me. “Sure sounds like ‘Johnny B Good’, to me.” I responded with no surprise at all. Tommy had taken the spirit of rock and roll to new heights with the epic crowed pleaser. I watched with my fist pumping into the air, proud and elated with the surprise tune. I stood as a spectator watching my 3 fellow band mates and thinking to myself of how blessed I was to have found such a talented group of guys. What great friends to share a uniform devout passion with. We shall return Black Mountain! We keep you in a heart-shaped box Town Pump Tavern and will be back with new songs and stronger, withered hands.


On Friday, Josh Eagle and The Harvest City had the day /night off…. or so we thought! In our attempt to find flowing waterfalls and liquid holes to cool off in, we lost our way into the sticks. Being lost is With all riders remaining calm and patient, we eased our way into Warren Wilson College and by shear luck….a fairy…Green dust bursting from her peanut butter Jar…a smile of a saint. She give us directions to the trail and watering hole where we ran into a beautiful Utah Green and her violin player/comrade AnnaBelle.      “A HOY!....Anything exciting happening today?” I asked “Music tonight….we play ‘bout 30 minutes from here in Madison County.” … “Neat. Do you need an opener? No preasure… we are not creepy dudes…” Later that evening I was doing a solo thing in Madison County. The Bridges are nice. The air is cool in the nighttimes.

Onward to Charlotte! 

Friday, July 23, 2010

Flat Tires, Shoney's, Laughter, Knoxville

Day two of The Harvest City tour released wild men. All five of us - Tommy, Mark, Jeremy, Colin (our road assistant/go-to man), and myself – have officially become dirty ole’ men with dirty ole’ potty mouths. To go into detail would be too much for anyone to bare and I would have to place an “Explicit” sticker upon this blog. Let’s just be vague and say that our mothers (and now that I think of it, most of our friends) would not approve.

            “Our tire just popped.” Drummer Mark says casually. “Our fender is also gone.” I joke you not, mi amigos. Markie says this as if it actually wasn’t happening or if he were to be highly sedated on perks and snoss berries >(fictitious). Killer! Good thing that the fine folks of southern KY feel the need to put a Shoney’s Restaurant chain every 2 miles apart. With the abundance of Shoney demand, they wouldn’t put 5 of their star stud eateries directly next to each other. That would be stupid and bad business-like. Any who…we were lucky to have an exit to change our busted tired. Changed. Fun. Story to tell, etc. One avid Shoney consumer even informed us that it was Karma that brought us this misfortune: “Maybe if you boys weren’t playin’ that rap music, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” Thanks to you fine sir, for you tickle our bellies.


ONWARD! Tennessee!


Market Square in downtown Knoxville has changed a bit over the last five years when I was here watching Wilco at Tennessee Theatre. The streets are now packed with lunch goers, friendly day drinkers and street musicians.  I play acoustically for a few hours before the storm takes over and the 2nd coffee of the day making me cracker-jacked out of my mind….onward to our Black Mountain show tonight! TBC


Cheers. Hug and kiss someone today.



Thursday, July 22, 2010

Harvest City Tales of First Days

“Vegas Baby, Vegas”. These words from the classic flick “Swingers” come to mind as we cruise at an unshakeable 5mph crossing the Ohio River.  Outside, it is raining tricks and ponies and the once fatty bag of chocolate chip cookies are down to crumbs.

            Pure. Natural. Real. ALIVE! These are the feelings we have as we head towards our first gig on tour in Lexington, KY, but the excitement is pressed tightly due to the sickly weather and rush hour fender benders. No need to worry! F-that! People watching is fun. This stagnant highway is filled with “Guess Who” characters on this day! I think I caught the heavier set bearded man smoking a pipe and the majestic balding man with glasses, brown-baggin’ it.Goodbye Queen City! We shall miss you and sing to the South about your fresh renaissance.

What kind people live in Lexington.  The southern hospitality is lit up as the security guy greets us with sincerity, smiles and handshakes. EXAMPLE: I don’t know many door men that smile like reading rainbow kids, but this one is proud to have our little rock band on this night at Busters. Three bands are on the bill and Josh Eagle and The Harvest City plays in the two spot.  Killer set, great response. Onward for a whiskey, a wine and warm bed to sleep in (it’s good to know kind, hospitable people).

We awake at 8a.m. so that we can get to Knoxville, TN for a lunchtime acoustic show. We are like giddy loudmouths kids eating banana breakfasts and famous Kris Becknell zucchini bread as the teasing of my freshly trimmed moustage chimes on.


 All is great fun.

The car smells like it should and the music sounds so good! Sorry about the ramble, friends!

See you all tomorrow!



Friday, July 9, 2010

Running With The Bulls, Broken Ribs and Annie Hall

I think last night was Josh Eagle and The Harvest City's greatest show. Seriously, no doubt in my tiny, yet spongy brain. An audience can certainly make or break a show for the band. What a glorious exchange! It was hot and sweaty, loud, stinky, lights dimmed just right...A sense of courage was handed out to us from that audience. Jeremy was playing injured with a displaced rib and for a moment we strongly considered the idea of him sitting down for the sets entirety. No no! Once that room filled up and we struck the first notes, it was clear that there would be no sitting. Adrenaline is paramount. There is no fighting it even if it induces excruciating pain and delivers bloody tears to a man's eyes. I love adrenaline so much that I think I actually LERVE it. Yup, I feel so strongly about this I actually tremble when saying the word to make it become a new one. Now, that I think about this, I believe I've stolen this from Woody Allen in "Annie Hall". I would "Lerve"  Diane Keaton too, especially during that time spent next to the Brooklyn Bridge (Cincinnati connect/fact: the majestic Roebling Bridge we are blessed with was built by the same man, John Roebling). I think I have gotten off track here. Cheers to my beautiful minded good friend, and untouchable talented guitar player, Jeremy Smart. He runs with bulls. 

Josh Eagle and The Harvest City will not return to the Cincy stages for a while. Last night at Mayday was our last show as a full band until Sept. 17th at Northside Tavern. On this night we are lucky to be playing alongside a two stellar acts: The Hiders, (my favorite local band), and Scotty Anderson and his crew (Cincy guitar legend).  Fuck yeah for the Cincy music scene! It is like a wild dog right now. What now Austin? What now Minneapolis? Nashville can suck a....nevermind. Sorry, I just can't get over the overwhelming musicianship in this town.

So we are off. On the road headed South through KY, TN, N.C. and later on IN...
We will keep things posted here so stay tuned! 

Smooth high fives to 89.7 WNKU. Those cats have been spinning our disc a friendly amount. This to me is the only local radio station that one should ever listen to. They are the epitome of Fuck-Off Clear Channel and if that isn't cool enough for you then I am flabbergasted and confused by your coolness judgement. 

So it goes. So I ramble. 
Peace to you. Listen to Warren Zevon.  and almost more importantly, listen to yourself and be patient and diligent with whatever is going on in your world. 


    Josh Eagle and The Harvest City

Thursday, June 10, 2010

CD Release. Babbas. Ants. Becknell.

Holy Hell...


I just looked at the date of our last post and said to myself "holy hell, josh! write something. it is what you do...tell the people something......" We have lots and lots of something to spill...


Things with this band could not be better. On May 2nd 2010 Josh Eagle and The Harvest City released SHOW YOUR TEETH, a record of 12 songs written, record, mix and master by us four. We hope you listen for LONGTIME.


The cancer society gig that shortly followed at Baba Buddan's was special... I believe they raised 800 bones or so. Fuck cancer and its demon trickery snicker. "Where They Landed" played a set following us that made the folks dance dance dance....Peanut Butter Solution opened the show with their unique sensible tunes that at times, reminded me of Johnathan Demme's film "Stop Making Sense"....funny how that works must have been 'solution's' lead singer's suit and his jivin' brain-to-bone-to- muscle wiggle. 

 We are doing a weeklong tour once July comes around. Lexington, Asheville,  Charlotte, Raleigh, Louisville...and some minnie stops as often as we can to play in parks, play for kids, play in record stores, and on and on and on. Gotta keep on movin' like groups of ants with work to do!!! SIDENOTE: ants just conquered my coffee that was sitting decadently on the pretty grass next to my stoney fire hole. No more coffee for Josh and no more life for ants...o well...they died high as kites! An overdose of caffeine before the drowning, I am sure of it...real horror show more on my side, for I am out of my favorite Joe! 

New songs keep a comin'.

 Writers block is spoken of as a deep and dark pain of the ass, but does it actually exist? Is it an excuse us pen and paper addicts use to just fall back on when we are being lazy artist, physically and mentally stagnant(They go together, ya know). Or, are we just more creative sometimes more than others, for no reason what so hellfuckever? Creative Portals open wide which mean they - as all things do- have a counterpart that slams shut..Just go get it. Hop in and tell yourself "You are a writer and writer's block is not real."TANGENT #2 CLOSED

Mark Becknell is the drummer for Josh Eagle and The Harvest City. He likes motorcycles, dark microbeer, Dan from all over, spicy burritos, teaching Josh Eagle how music works scientifically, and writing songs that simplify our over-the-top, busy days. 

PEACE and Grow a bunch of food.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Music is...Pretty Much a Good Idea

What a weekend (i know it's thursday)...Clifton Heights Music Fest. was a killer event! Kudos to Rome and all his little helpers (that sounds like he is the black Santa!)...this year Santa will bring Christmas presents on a 2 wheeled, reindeerless Segway... 

Saturday night was off the chain. After starting the night with a PBR and the worlds greatest Pad Thai (Thai Express), we cruised down the avenue to listen to Where They Landed at Christie's. These cats are talented:  the Horns are familiar comrades; tight yet loose and jivin', Dustin the drummer is energetic and quick with his improve rolls. I think they even did a Outcast cover...or maybe Big Boi and Andre stole "So Fresh and So Clean" from this talented bunch. If you were/are fans of Cincy's departed Ray's Music Exchange, these guys are for you. We are sharing a bill at Baba Buddan's the Saturday following our May 2nd CD party...May 8th I believe it is....hey you should come...whoever you are somebody...

It was very gentleman of Rome to have a gathering on Tuesday Night for all those who worked hard for this festival and I can say for everyone involved-this  biannual Clifton activity is only going to get stronger and stronger...

Off to the North this weekend! Josh Eagle and The Harvest City will be making an afternoon in-store appearance at Omegas Records in Dayton and then off to Vandailia to play at Stubbies Bar...

Lots of good to come as the official line up for our CD release show is intact: The Hiders, Frontier Folk Nebraska, and DjDq (SICK!)...May 2nd @ the 20th Century Theatre will be a day of is a potluck!

All together I would like to quote Justin Vernon of Bon Iver: "Music is...pretty much a good idea"


Sunday, March 14, 2010


A lot of time has passed since we last played at Mac's Pizza Pub and to be honest, I was a little wary about the Saturday night gig. If you don't know Mac's, it is the sort of place where fresh 21's and horny drunkards of all types like to sometimes find too much of a good time. Attractive young men and women heavily curious about there fragile bodies and limits of intoxication that gift no boundaries. I've been in that zone before (I am a mere 25, so it wasn't many moons ago) and it was fun while it endured, so I mustn't knock the lifestyle or the venue... 
Last time we had played music in this college bar was a year or so ago. A time in which I had not been as sober minded as I am now, Mark (drums) was not married yet to his beautiful wife, Jeremy(guitar) had yet to have his daughter Lila, and Tommy ....hmmm...hmmm...ummm..... Tommy still plays a wicked fucking bass line. Our hearts and minds have shaped up a bit, I'd say, and going back to macs  ( which now that I think of it was our first gig together as a band), surprised me so. ----What energy! What a conundrum of Calamity Janes and Wild Bills! Say what you want! Do what you do! Come one come all, for all are welcome! Why is it that we have to be so calmly quiet and reserved now that we are adults? This night was perfect for our folkie rocker souls. 

Dusty Bryant opened the show for us with his bourbon rasp vocals and very Joni Mitchell curious guitar tunings and playing. What a strong few sets he played... We salute you Dusty boy! 

Seeing old friends is always delicious and no matter how much we change as a band, we can never forget where it is we came from. Mac's is where our foundation is and our roots are never to be forgotten~CHEERS mate

*I fell in love 3 separate times. 
*A dashing fresh 40yr old showed the bar her full left breast 
*Debuted an original tune Swell Stereo as well as Neil Young's Cortez the Killer and Gram Parson's A Song to You
* We all got to be together 

Sunday, February 28, 2010


Sunday is the most magical day of the week. This is an enigma because I was raised in a religion that encourages to do nothing on this particular day, but how can something be magical if nothing is happening? Well, you see when we slow down our raging horses and turn off our cell phones (this is my new sunday ritual) and breathe easy,  sparks seem to gleam in harmonious forms....

I met a onceuponatime stranger  at Pleasant Perk yesterday. His name was Scoot. This tall gregarious man with a fake name, give his insight on a vast range of debatable subjects that included Ani Difranco's sexuality, why our feet fall a sleep, why he recently lost hit job, and Cincy's heartland NICE vs. NOTsoNICE record stores employees.  I expalined to him that I was moving to a house in the woods and he responded back with a whipping "DO YOU NEED A HAND!"  This was not a crazy man (or whatever that means, we all have our own definition)...Scoot was more human than anyone I had met that week. He smiled constantly, looked for the good in all he spoke of (optimism and empathy can be rare to find sometimes), asked what music I liked, what authors I dug (Scoot was reading Erik Larson's  The Devil In the White City, one of my most beloved books), what states I've been to,  on and on and on... this man went... on and on and I wish most people were like Scoot. I missed him when I left. 

I love the groginess of the morning. What a natural, anxious-free mindset we have at this time. For some reason it is peaceful to not have your brain in full-function, which maybe explains a bit about why folks care so tenderly for drugs and alcohol.  I have heard that the moments following sex are the most honest times in people's lives. Maybe a combo of the two? Morning Sex? 

Also, why in the world do people hold back when they recognize someone? If one thinks that that may have spent time with or known that  familiar face previously in life, why not approach? Most people would love to meet you and talk to you. 

    You are a winner, you are special. You are a grand golden goose. 

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Album release...New Songs (HOLY SHIT!)..ramblings eh!

Most people yearn for Friday night like it is a lost lover; dead for a 6 days yet we know it will rise again to save us from the pain of the previous 4 days of daily grind or whatever most folks despise about days where they can't have hangovers. Friday, is most 9-5er's weekly addiction. However for this lonesome dog, I howl for Mondays. My three best friends and I get to make beautiful noise. Noise that is eventually publicly played for people who enjoy a good noise (we hope it is similar to Woody Allen's Orgasmatron). 
On every Monday night at drummer Marks humble home in Mariemont, "The Harvest City" and I do what we feel were put on this-here-earth to do: create the most simple/heartfelt/ charismatic ambient, folkish rockish music possible. How the songs usually come together is pretty simple.   I bring in bundles of unorganized pieces of music...scribbled napkins, yellow paper, white paper, cardboard etc. I do have 3 journal/poetry books that I purchased, thinking that this  would help my jumbled methods, however they end up being lost (gently misplaced) most of the time.  For me, the songs are never finished until we as a band have hacked away upon them to the point of limbs falling off. And until those song are  recorded on machine, ready to be heard, it is possible that they are a work in progress. Songs can change so much over time if you continue to play them (avid Bobby Dylan fans know this all to well). Not only do people need to be in the constant state of becoming, but songs do just as much.

Josh Eagle and The Harvest City have a new Album coming out in April. It is called Show Your Teeth ( I originally thought this sounded like a bad Rolling Stones record of the 80's, but soon came to realize that the previous given name -3 Seasons Grace- sounded much like a milk and cookies/fireside/slippers record...This album is not like that at all. It has its sensitive and twee moments but this is a patient rock record. 

Fuck Man~! This is exciting for us and we cannot wait to share it with you. The party will take place at The Redmoore (old cinema grill) in Mt Lookout. Not sure the official date as of yet, but it will be on a community will be a you are a part of this and bring a dish you shall get the CD for very cheap because we love you.

 Anywho....this past monday was astronomical for us four (mark,tommy,jeremy & I). As a band we hashed out over wine and beer and rum on ice, the making of a future album. 2 new songs that are, as I said before, in this state of becoming (but have grow up fast!) Here are the lyrics to a tune I started on Highway 1 in California (just near Big Sur) and lyrically finished here in my  kitchen weeks later.

Most Possible Dream

I make my way on down the trolly line
for I ain't got much time/I ain't go much time

I make my way on down the road 
across the pacific is where I go 
where the bird flys high but the sheep are low
the sheep are low, i leave them at home

down through the delta where the blues are played
a mississippi queen stole my blues away
though jackson smelled of the sweetest pie
so did the road as i said good bye

uh huh...share share...uh huh share share

Mother Mother Mother
Somtimes these people scare me
Cause Everywhere that I go
You sing Glory Glory Glory

Near Salsalito I made love to you
but not with my body, with my mind instead
for you were makin' your way on down the line
it was death to be certain you aint got much time

Around came the jester with his curly hair
he told me a joke as I said him a prayer
never talking to god but to a redwood tree
would you take him in? for this man is with me

And so I run through the dessert in the pouring rain
feeling the freedom of the pouring rain
you ask a man why he lives this way
for there's a clock that ticks that laughs the days away

uh huh share share...uh huh share share

Darlin' darlin' darlin'
sometime these people scare me
cause everywhere that I go
there's a golden sunrise morning
father father father
look at where i am now
everything that I do
it's only cause you showed me how