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The Dubious Hat
02:48
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The world has too many hats
Or so I've heard it said
All the shapes and sizes
There's a hat for every head
Happy hats for happy heads
Sun hats for the sun
Hats for when you're working
And ones for when you're done
But the one-too-manyeth hat
Of mystery and dread
Is the awful, terrible, dubious hat
The one that wants your head
It lurks in darkened corners
It hides under your bed
It waits for you to look away
Then it leaps upon your head!
It grips with teeth of felt
And drags you out of doors
It shows you off to everyone
You're helpless as it roars
"I am the dubious hat
this is now my head!
I wear it now forevermore
I'll wear it until it's dead!"
The world has too many hats
Or so I've heard it said
All the shapes and sizes
There's a hat for every head
Happy hats for sad heads
Brave hats for frightened heads
Confident hats for shy heads
And, alas! All too often: the wrong hats for the wrong heads
CHORUS
After all that I have seen and read
And all that has been said
There is no hat in all the world
As the one that's in your head
And if it fits that's great for you
But if it don't here's what to
Find that dubious hat post haste
And give that something new a taste
'Cause that one-too-manyeth hat
Of which much is left unsaid
The not so terrible, dubious hat
Just might be …
One that fits your head
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2. |
Lechuza (The Owl Witch)
03:44
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On the border that lies between here and there
Of which few speak for who would dare
In the place where shadow and sky do meet
Dwells a being so dark so fierce and so fleet.
Soft white feathers hide talons of steel
Wide bright eyes that hunt for her meal
Body of a woman, mind of a beast
And heart of the wild to say the least
CHORUS
Lechuza, Lechuza must you hunt tonight?
Oh lady Lechuza who has earned your spite?
Dread owl waiting on shadowy tree
Oh lady Lechuza, won't you leave me be!
I've done you no wrong, I mean you no ill
I hear your song, oh, what is your will?
I hunt for you mouse man
I've come for your soul
I'll devour your heart
Swallow your bones
I won't end my spell
'til I've had my fill of you
A hellish creature of vengeance, magic, and lust
No qualms has she to grind you to dust
Once you've crossed her or harmed her kin
Harbor no doubts that she knows your sin
She'll come in the night, on your rooftop she'll land
Scratching and clawing to draw out your hand
Swooping down to carry you off into the night
The cold quiet moon, your very last sight.
CHORUS
Revenge is hers, that's all Lechuza wants
Its the bully, the villain, the fool she haunts
Conjuring storms and spirit spells a-weaving
Trust me, its true, seeing is believing.
Some advice for you my friend, a devil's deal
Don't get drunk in her lands, don't curse or steal
The Owl Witch knows your crimes and sings,
"Death will come for you on soft white wings"
CHORUS
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3. |
Cut Rate Apocalypse
02:58
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I was told there would be fire
I was told there would be brimstone
I was told these were the end times
And the Devil would be known
I was hoping to see the heavenly host
But I see no sign of the holy ghost
As the engines of creation
Their mighty gears have slipped
In this cut rate, poorly-planned,
Ill-thought out apocalypse
All I got was inflation economic conflation
Of greed, opportunism, (and) moral abdication
A war on sin you'll never win
With shifting goalposts and media spin
Ain't no-one wrong if no-one's right
There's so much dark you can't see the light
As the engines of creation
Their mighty gears have slipped
In this cut rate, poorly-planned,
Ill-thought out apocalypse
Air, Earth, Fire, Water
The world is starting to split
Famine, Death, Pestilence, War
Y'all best get on with it
Our air is spoiled
Our oceans boil
The cracks we're starting to see
We line up in rank
On the stygian bank
Let the river roll eternally
I was told there would be fire
I was told there would be brimstone
I was told these were the end times
And the Devil would be known
I was hoping to see the heavenly host
But I see no sign of the holy ghost
As the engines of creation
Their mighty gears have slipped
In this cut rate, poorly-planned,
Ill-thought out apocalypse
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4. |
Dear Sam
02:21
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Dear Sam, determined and relentless
Young Sam, demented little menace
Oh, Sam, you never know when to quit
That Sam has always been a little bit
Crazy
Dear Dad, why you gotta be like that?
Oh, Dad, don't you know that I'm just a cat
Just watch as I jump on the counter-top
Yeah, Dad, you know that I'll never stop,
Crazy
Dear Sam, your tail's in everything
Young Sam, you bounce around like a spring
Oh, Sam, do your feet ever touch the ground
That Sam is so much fun to be around
Crazy
You'll see me on the kitchen door
Seven feet above the floor
Don't ask my how I got so high
Did you know that I can fly
Dear Sam, determined and relentless
Young Sam, demented little menace
Oh, Sam, you never know when to quit
That Sam has always been a little bit
Crazy
Dear Dad, you better quit complaining
Oh, Dad, you know I'm entertaining
Just watch, i'm gonna get in trouble
Yeah, Dad, and then I'll want to snuggle
And then I'll want to snuggle
And then I'll want to snuggle on down
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5. |
Dreamlands
03:05
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6. |
Little Trophy Mine
02:14
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7. |
Gepetto's Lament
05:16
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8. |
Sinking Spirits
04:46
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10. |
Yoyo
03:09
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11. |
One Time Through
02:31
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Nathaniel Johnstone Seattle, Washington
Multi-instrumentalist Nathaniel Johnstone (violin, viola, banjo, mandolin, and guitar) LOVES to play music with his many
musical friends. He's played with many bands and has as yet been unable to settle down with one instrument or musical genre for too long.
Each album is different but there are enough through-lines that you can get a sense of where he's been.
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