The Cimarron Banks

by Amy Annelle

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I was but a waif, just a-waitin' to be taken by a stiff breeze, a hellhound or a full moon yes, my eyes were so wild, and my time, it was almost through but lo! behold in the half-wrecked seventh ward (cockfights in the twilight, under broken streetlights) a vagabond with strong arms said: "I will do you no harm" we fit together, together like two birds in a little nest two tired birds who flew 'cross the desert in one long stretch oh, two lonesome doves, come now and take you a good rest now our feathers fall, our feathers fall together now I've returned from the airless expanse of the stratosphere, stratosphere, stratosphere after all that slaughter, dear we've nothing left to fear after all that slaughter, dear we've nothing left to fear oh, hellhound: lay down. we've nothing left to fear we fit together, together like two birds in a little nest and now our feathers fall, our feathers fall together who would have guessed? your hand-rolled cigarette lit by a burning stick a burning stick, a burning stick oh strange as it may seem, I've seen it before in a dream oh strange as it may seem, I've seen it before in a dream oh, hellhound: lay down. you ain't as bad as you seem
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Wounded Man 02:41
wounded man, wounded pride stares into his great divide what you got stuck in your side? oh, what you gonna do? a fucking mess i confess i was not expecting less you've drunk yourself half to death oh, what you gonna do? go out back and dig yourself a simple grave, a simple grave the demon's ridin' on your back and he's makin' you his slave so let's go out back and dig ourselves a simple grave, a simple grave the demon's ridin' on my back and he's makin' me his slave pity you, pity me pity all you'll never be lonesome for eternity, oh what you gonna do?
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you sleep at the water's edge in a willow thicket by day, study these shipping lanes into and out of these city-plains you've hardened your blades in the fire ate and drank straight from the land you are evened out by the longest odds the longest odds steady your shaking hands you've sewn a suit of armor with chain stitches and boughs from, boughs from the bower boughs from the bower laid to rest in an 'x' across your chest to protect you from lance and blade blades hardened in the fire blood faded to palest brown now nothing or no-one can take you down, take you down now nothing or no-one can take you down
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easier said than done. yeah, it's easier lost than won. another great escape. another big mistake. and any victory, my sweet has been hard won. blood lost, a passport cast at the sun. the elements will get the best, the coyotes will get what's left.
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wake up, wake up my little dark eyes! break the spell, come into the light demons got you in your sleep feeding you lies and "here I am, beside you, dear" he said through eyes of blue "but we've yet to cross the vastest desert so let's rise now, while the air is cool" "the desert?" I said, through eyes of brown "must we go? I'm a-diggin' this dawn! you see I've crossed them all, no matter how big or small now I want to lay my bindle down" "woman", he said, "just look at those legs. your limbs are long and strong. you've had adequate rest, now take this here test and we'll see if you're all right or all wrong. you've had adequate rest, now take this here test and we'll see if you're all right or all wrong!" "I don't know about no test... not now when I'm open to my loamy depths! old air blowin' out the cracks, and that last test nearly broke my back." Hey! I'm afraid this man is all wrong I'm afraid this man is alright what now to do, but stay up all night chasing ghosts that fade in the light? what now to do, but stay up all night chasing words that fade in the light?
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they're talking behind my back thinkin' like a pack takin' down the weak straggler in the back oh, baby don't let them talk you out of me. single out the singleton rollin' on your own again, weak flesh is sick flesh oh, no, no please don't let them talk you out of me. I thought I'd found a home in an awful dream the master said I had to leave I could not scream, though I tried, I tried I tried.
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I'm a lightning bolt that splits the sky a raptor with no cry come east and see if you're meant to be in this world. before me it stood in all its glory gone in the blink of an eye can't you see? there's no place for me in this world. when the fresh kill was parted out you got the guts and I got the heart. a heart full of regret, and one more failed test. * * * follow your dream to the end of the road where the grass grows high and the sky is pearly gray with the dawn. there will be no-one there, and that's all you care to know forever in-between, I see what you mean. your gods are tired of you following them around the hollow dead ring of what was once a true sound. there will be no-one there, and that's all you care to know forever in-between I see you mean... "hit the road with your dreams and maybe, baby that's where you'll find me." * * * you don't dream at night, cause all your days are dreams. all your days are dreams. you don't dream at night, cause all your days are dreams. all your days are dreams. "I had this dream I could fly, kicking pink clouds in the sky, I was looking down on everyone, yeah I was gettin' real high. Had another dream there was a black knot inside me, a black dog behind me, and nothing but the black hole of a soul below." a dream was born, no-one could see that's how you came to be, yeah, and that's how the dream came to be me. and I tried, how I tried but it withered and died. yeah it's withering and dying' oh, it's withering and dying.
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this love's not dead, it's walking through walls floating through halls and turning away when it's name is called no more a mystery than a spider web or a tangled ball of twine: just cut out the knots, and start with a fresh line. weave your magic web from now until the end, you'll get the angle right there's not another soul in sight so scream your secrets up to the full-star sky, scream secrets below the moon your time is coming soon, yeah soon your time will come. now I know your'e light, because you're leaving and leaving's the one thing that brings release from the dull ache and the demon's wake. no more a mystery than a spider web or a tangled ball of twine: just cut out the knots, and start with a fresh line. I don't want that kind of love. I don't want to cage the dove. count the days until your gone, but: oh how you'll miss my song. miss it more than you know how
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the bird, oh he go lightly but sometimes, a bird get lonely oh, the birdie, does the birdie birdie need some company? I know you got a big cock 'cause your girlfriend's got a big mouth and I hear you'll be headed down south by way of the High Desert Flyway. and I'll fly with you for a while, old friend and know that this is no end, but a lifetime of, "hello again, again" hello again, hello again, my friend low again, low again, old friend I know you could do better if you and I were together but I ain't no homewrecker no, I ain't gonna wreck no home when I'm tryin' to build my own yes, everybody needs a home, a home and someday, I'll have you in mine, "maybe tomorrow, honey, someplace down the line." so fly with me for a while, old friend and know that this is no end, but a lifetime of, "hello again, again" hello again, hello again my friend low again, low again, old friend dear friend. the bird, oh he go lightly but sometimes, a bird get lonely oh the birdie, does the birdie birdie need some company?
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oh, whippoorwill, you speak your name so plain. it's a wonder anyone ever took notice at all. and never do you put on airs, so vain, no. it's just what comes out when you open your mouth. you open your mouth, and your name came out. you open your mouth, and your name came out. take me back to the place of your first emanation: the fabric of the thicket is torn by birdsong. venus and the sliver moon sing along, sing along. it's where you be, it's where you belong. it's where you be, it's where you belong. oh, you sang just as well before you were called anything at all. before any man saw what was plain, gave it a name, and called it his own... before you lost your home. at the end of the road, a man with a pen is waiting. see how your voice is fading as, fading as he names you? your voice is fading as he names you. oh, you sang just as well before you were called anything at all. before any man saw what was plain, gave it a name, and called it his own... before you lost your home. before you lost, before you lost your home. before you lost, before you lost your home. before you lost, before you lost your home. your voice is fading as he names you. your voice is fading as he names you. it's where you be, it's where you belong.
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you can only fly for so long, so long before the earth calls you back with her siren song she will have her way with you, yes: your bones will break in her embrace. ask, and you shall receive, shall receive and now your fingers sing sweet reverie. all the elements converge to rouse this weary, lovely bird. you're pure light with a battered face. a foxfire with a falcon's grace. any solace you can find in this old heart of mine, solace and sweetness are yours to take. hold me until you don't know where you end or where you've been. all will be new again, yes. all will be right as rain. a photograph of lightning streaking 'cross the sky. oh maybe, baby you should cry for all the ones you left behind and all the ways you've been unkind. a visit from my sweet and broken muse. a merging of two dark and shattered floes. do not despair, there is no blame. now you are the fan, and I the flame. streaking with the lightning in the darkest night. yeah, your streak of light makes it alright.

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all songs © High Plains Sigh Music/BMI
written in Cimarron County, Oklahoma USA

"'The Cimarron Banks' reveals Amy Annelle as a High Plains angel, serenading sagebrush and shadows, while harmonizing with the wind. Her songs are sparse and transcendant. But far from being cloud-bound, Amy exalts the soil--what grows from it, walks on it, and builds upon it. She also marks the trail of remnants: that which is wilted, forsaken and ghostly." --Iwrin Chusid, WFMU

"A genuine American visionary strikes again, this time with smoldering allegorical heft...there’s just a lot going on here, and it’s an accessible complexity that’s sure to endure." (Crawdaddy, Best Albums of 2010)

"Deep, dark and demanding dreams from the heart of America…pretentious it isn’t though, and the sparse instrumentation, whose purveyors include Paul Brainard and Ian McLagan, lets Annelle and her dreams take centre stage" (Jeremy Searle, Americana UK)

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released June 1, 2010

Recorded and mixed by Craig Ross, additional recording by Brian Beattie in Austin, Texas
Amy Annelle with special guest musicians Ian MacLagan, Paul Brainard, Craig Ross, Josh Housch, Molly Fischer, Will Landin, Tommy Cornelison.

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A prolific writer and interpreter of songs, Amy Annelle maps out the farther reaches of American music, while conjuring visions of our restless musical past. Over the course of ten albums & thousands of miles logged on the road, Annelle has cultivated a rarified voice and repertoire that "blooms with open-hearted, lustful vulnerability and a harrowing naturalistic solitude”(Crawdaddy). ... more

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