Live At The Old Town School Of Folk Music

by Steve Dawson & Jason Roebke

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Recorded Live At The Old Town School of Folk Music, June, 2016
mixed live by Dan Glomski

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released July 25, 2016

Steve Dawson: vocal, acoustic and electric guitar
Jason Roebke: double bass

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Steve Dawson Chicago, Illinois

"As part of Chicago's criminally under-known Dolly Varden he's churned out nothing but quality for 15 years, but his second solo outing carries the timeless inflection of vintage Roy Orbison and George Harrison...one of the great pop-rock voices of our time, a set of pipes both instantly appealing and flecked with warm, individual character." Jambase ... more

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Track Name: Ezra Pound And The Big Wood River
I sat in the front room for hours and hours
With Tiffany the one-handed cheerleader
Her long red hair tangled with mine
The moon shone through her living room blinds

She stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek
I could not breath I could not speak
I sang that song at the top of my lungs
Ah, but sooner or later the ending comes

CHORUS
but it's too late, too late we're strangers now in time
It's goodbye goodbye, I loved you, I can not say why..

A 3 year old boy with pencil and paper
Up to his knees in the Big Wood River
A fascist a poet a critic a mentor
counting the clouds in that mountain water

Where Hemmingway blasted off his own head
Caddisflies creep through the riverbed
When we smashed the slime heads on the rocks
I felt a part of my soul got lost

Your father kicked you when he got drunk
You raged through the mountains alone in your truck
I didn't reach out and I'm sorry for that
Tonight I'm drunk and I'm looking back
REPEAT CHORUS


we lay in the sun on wet grass
laughing like children while summer passed
sparrowhawks, grasshoppers, flickers, mayflies
your skin was warm, It was mid July

A sagebrush path to the giant rock
To watch the river push at the banks
Overhanging cottomwood trees
Shading the shallows, dropping their leaves

REPEAT CHORUS

Ezra Pound was locked in a tower
Blood still flush with the Big Wood water
Tiny white beard, lead from the mines
Raving on behind enemy lines

High on skunkweed we skipped out of school
To watch Mariel swim in the Sun Valley pool
Her granpa's name a useful scar
At 17 years old she's a movie star

Your father kicked you when he got drunk
You raged through the mountains alone in your truck
I didn't reach out and I'm sorry for that
Tonight I'm drunk and I'm looking back

REPEAT CHORUS

I drove in from out of state
I was tired it was getting late
You asked how long I planned to stay
I through down my bag and I kissed your face