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Mountaineers Are Always Free

by The Hundred Acre Woods

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1.
Oh, the West Virginia hills! How unchang'd they seem to stand, With their summits pointed skyward To the Great Almighty's Land! Many changes I can see, Which my heart with sadness fills; But no changes can be noticed In those West Virginia hills
2.
Pipebomb 04:54
fall is approaching faster than ever, and my nails are bit right down to the core, fast-changing hair styles, shoes, and perspectives, a world renewed for the leaves set to pour, and you held me tight at the end of the summer, with cigarette burns on the backs of your hands, you’re leaving to be the punk that you wanted, on a greyhound bus southbound towards Gainesville-land. and I hope that you’ll be fine, while I am freezing back north with your eyes stuck in my mind, oh my girl, I’ll see you, way down the line. do you recall our red clay creek bike rides? we followed the paths way down into the earth, where we discovered caves long forgotten, by the movement of land that had once given them birth, and we slipped and fell down deeper and deeper, to the place that mothers often warn their child, but we were able to break through the cave walls, and the dust, dirt, stalactites, and limestone piles. and we flew into the sky, because our bikes were both pipe bombs of love and youthful minds, we were free, at least for a bit of time. and I hope that you’ll be fine, while I’m freezing up north with your eyes stuck in my mind, oh Suzanna, oh God, my love of mine.
3.
straighten up, pull back your hair, and I’ll drive us home without a care. will we make it to the floor? no more cigarette burns, no more morning aches, I’ll be there if you need me, I’ll be there if you care. here we sit, cross-legged on the ground, sing that old folk song as we pay no attention, to the kids passing by. and I know that you hear it, and I know that you care, and I wish you didn’t mean it, I wish you’d still be there. and I wish that I could be home, where this song began on a page in the easy days, no more secrets, no more severed ties, no more scattered visions of what the future lies.
4.
well you said that you always wanted a song. well my friend, here it is! and I’m willing to bet that this is not what you’d expect. because here I am, and I am talking back at you. ‘cause what we had last summer didn’t last all summer, but what we had could have lasted all night. and what you said to me isn’t what you said to me ‘cause what you said to me was a lie.
5.
Goodnight 05:01
I was just a common man with little mouths to feed, a farmer’s son with rugged hands and a young mentality. tattered shoes and frosty nights were all I had to mind, when you swayed your comely hands across my crooked spine. we would walk about the world with our hearts pumped so bright, an overflow of color on the canvas of the night. carrying our memories stretched upward towards the sky, two pieces born upon a star placed gently way up high. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. early in the morning light you left our house to see, what truly made the roots grow deep and the sunlight come to be. gathering your belongings your coat and scarf and beads, your shape immersed in ash and mist and captured by the trees. daylight fell and rose again and seasons passed with time, but still your outline failed to reach through these eyelids of mine. I will wait for your return for my life won’t abide, and I become one with the land and carry on the tide. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh my dear, won’t you be fine? oh my dear, won’t you be mine? just to see your face one time. I hope hope, oh dear be fine. oh, its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh my dear, won’t you be fine? oh my dear, won’t you be mine? just to see your face one time. I will hope, oh dear be kind. oh my dear... well its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight.
6.
we gathered round in circles and sung all of the greatest songs together. we lifted up our fists and pounded at the ceiling until our knuckles bled. and we were pushed and we were pushed until the sweat it filled the air and we reached upwards for a breath, but we could never really find it. we rode our bikes for blocks and shouted at the innocent pedestrian. we stuffed our bags too full of tools for good and poison for the truth of night. we filled our heads, we filled our lungs with new ideas and trusting thoughts, we plunged our empty hands into it, but came up with nothing. and our voices filled the air, and that air was getting heavy, and the burden of our hearts, was held up by our voices. and we sang! and we sang! and we sang! we sang together. alex is stuck in the labyrinth and chris was on the floor. tim was kissing hands and busting chins, while jacob tied the rope set to sail, set to fail. now my bike wheel is dotted with blood, pin is bent and my hand is shredded. still I think, still I think, forever. still I think that bikes trump buses every time. and our voices filled the air, and that air was getting heavy, and the burden of our hearts, was held up by our voices. and we sang! and we sang! and we sang! we sang together.
7.
Yoko 03:45
I led myself to believe, that you were entranced by me, that statement’s a lie, what else would it be? And I have led myself down, straight down down there to see, that you were a lie, what else would you be? And I won’t believe, that you’re better off without me, light up the sun while we lie about everyone as long as I’m still asleep
8.
for many years I’ve sat and thought of all the million highways and the gasoline just waiting to be burned. day by day and week by week this city’s getting smaller, I guess thats the american way. to sit and think, to sit and dream, to sit and wait, just tearing at the seams. first its what you’re doing and then now its what you’re planning, oh I should’ve had this scripted by now. front porch picket fence two kids and sixty thousand annually, a four-one-k pooling in the bank. I sit and wait, I sit and dream, you sit and wait, still tearing at the seams. and the faces left and right of me are just and thrilled as me to be here sitting there waiting for to choke. waiting and still hoping that this shit might pass with ease as I light the spark and sit back in my chair. I sit and watch, an easy dream, lord I sit and wait, I am still tearing at the seams! stop telling me now, stop asking me please, stop telling me now, stop asking me please, because I can do it just fine on my own!
9.
pulled up in her mom’s green minivan, I wanted to hold her pearl skin hand, she wanted to see the mountains of the West, so we drove across this beautiful land. we left my house at a quarter to five, trying to make it to the Mason-Dixon line, we listened to John Hartford and Bill Monroe, Atlanta’s up next, lets never go home. we made it to Denver, we made it to Seattle, got lost in South Dakota on our way to Oklahoma, went right through Carolina heading towards Minnesota, got stopped in Arizona, and we danced in Missoula. we looped around the country, ate nothing but vegetables, saw jackalopes, the bayou, and the white sands of New Mexico, met a man who played the guitjo and we danced to some Old Crow, drank some beers in Colorado, got stoned in Ohio. and I wanted to tell you in Lincoln, Nebraska, the Grand Canyon ain’t got shit on you, they should have named that state after you. we made it to Denver, we made it to Seattle, got lost in South Dakota on our way to Oklahoma, went right through Carolina heading towards Minnesota, got stopped in Arizona, and we danced in Missoula. as we upshifted to five, we had the east coast in mind, broke through the barriers, crossed into Illinois, taking pictures of Pittsburgh from the rivers, mountains on the rise in those Pennsylvania skies.
10.
Glory Glory 05:25

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released March 19, 2011

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