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Wildfire

by The Woodshedders

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1.
highway 04:08
i stepped to the door and the floor rushed up in its place and i saw myself shatter in the mirror of your face and there was gold but to behold it meant leaving it lay highway i sang you my song while you painted the champs elysees and your romance blew like a rose wind in my brain i marked out your curves like a lovesick luthier highway this songs to everyone who has gone away and to everyone else who had to remain if raindrops dont fall they must evaporate highway i sang you my song while you painted it all grey and the thorn wood grew up into my brain maybe forever but never someday highway
2.
keel reel 02:52
3.
rabbit hole 03:14
sitting up high on the mountain top where the wind blows out of the west a bird walked by she didnt fly had salt on her tail i guess i say wont you sing for me a song she say la la la i looked down and my money was gone way up in the sky oh why why why i just need a friend but she went down the rabbit hole i never did see her again sitting on the bank where the river flows down around the bend i made my pillow on a cypress knee when along come the braided head she replied to where you been so long with down the bayou rose on the hill become the pink moon she turned to the rougarou oh why why why i just need a friend but she went down the rabbit hole i never did see her again well then i found my curly top hanging sheets out on the line she looked me up and looked me down said they wont take long to dry now all the brown the red the gold they want to call my name but they just choke on the ash and smoke trying to kindle that old flame they say why why why i just need a friend but im gone down the rabbit hole they might not see me again so if you find me you better be my friend for im bound down the rabbit hole you might not see me again
4.
two strings 03:30
you and me babe were like two strings were just two crazy tangled up things tied up in knots and twisted and blue but somehow together were stronger us two you and me babe were like two strings going around in a circle it seems you pulling your way and me pulling mine but we hold together like a bailing twine you and me babe were like two strings onto loves tall kite we cling well sometimes we dont ever leave the ground and sometimes we sail in the high puffy clouds you and me babe were like two strings we compliment what the other one rings each on our own but we somehow belong quivering with the same sweet little song you and me babe were like two strings we get wound up and ready to spring but your love for another i never would trade well just put three together and make us a braid
5.
jenny was a bandit girl she caught a ride on the eastern breeze leveled her thumb out on the sky waiting for some man to see and there in the chrome you could see her face as she reached down for her bag didnt know the priest but she called his name just like she always had i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black six miles from magnet cove jenny walked out on the bridge rolled her smoke on the water like her daddy always did turned to the priest and coughed it up that she was on the run and there on the road a tale of woe a dark cloud passed over the sun i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black all the world is a winding road aint no use in looking back the priest looked jenny dead in the eye but before he knew what hit she cracked his skull with a river rock and pushed him off the bridge looked at herself in the rearview mirror as she lit another cigarette now shes long gone some 50 years but the priest hes down there yet i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black all the world is a winding road there aint no use in looking back
6.
o dig 03:04
billy brown crown wearing bags on his shoulder caught chimeras for the kids in the town while fellas in umbrellas said to fortunate tellers that thered be no news to go around underneath the thunderdome some gnomes with a microphone psyched out the bikers and bands then the bad brain motorcade cattled with the old brigade up on the trans am see the boy in the wig o dig daphne kissed the banker with the ballet in his wallet while they rapped with the diplomat and the drunken politician they were wishing he would listen through the covers when they called him a rat and half dead wonderbread thundered what the daddy did and made off with the money machine but the silk throat billy goat he never caught a single note the tightrope was under his knees it was doing a jig o dig jenny lit the mezzanine the jim beam beauty queen 1975 snowhair he was under there folding up his folding chair again on the merry go ride with cocaine puddintane pulling on the wooden chain up and down the set so we stocked the shoot with birds in boots and they rolled up a jumbo jet see it was great big o dig
7.
well i asked the river but she didnt know just where you were going or if youd return the dust and the gravel didnt crackle or moan for you drove down my heart instead of the stones well i played the movie of my memory and repeated all the things we said but when i spoke your part the snowflake hit my heart and i knew it was over again here at the end of the night see weve been wishing on dead starlight so heres to the past and things that dont last well this flat pop and bourbons a fitting repast you always could paint a picture with your words and i guess this old blue is all i deserve so ill be the devil and you be the saint with a faraway look in your eyes made of paint our love used to be just like a pop it sparkled and it burned when you took off your top but it never did boil quite like champagne then it lost all the fizz and went down the drain here at the end of the night am im still wishing on dead starlight how can i break free from your memory more flat pop and bourbon might just be the key here at the end of the night well i see weve been wishing on dead starlight so heres to the past and things that dont last and this flat pop and bourbon that fills up my glass
8.
love crumbs 03:05
well the whorehouse cat told the rockin chair you keep rockin ill be on the bed or was that what your mama said the bear told the honey youre the one for me and put his head inside that hive of bees and then he bowled down through the trees how long can they keep us apart in my pocket aint nothing but crumbs but ive got a whole bank vault full of love thats all ive ever had and i aint never needed more john henry was a hell of a man on that west virginia rock he made a stand with that hammer in his hand the big brown rooster and the little red hen foxed the fox and locked him in the pen and then they went up around the bend how long can they keep us apart in my pocket aint nothing but crumbs but ive got a whole bank vault full of love thats all ive ever had and i aint never needed more
9.
see that gal all dressed in white boys shes the one i know cupids got a hammer mustve spent all his arrows for he nailed her sweet little frame right into my mind i cant forget about it fugettaboutit aw that girl with the red dress on ill never be the same a wildfire walking around shes sizzled in my brain someone took a scotch bonnet and put it on my head i cant forget about it fugettaboutit in every town i happen through theres ten or twelve to blame like snowflakes but sweet and warm and there aint no two the same oh that gal with the fiddle boys she sawed my heart in two it must take a ladder to get in them cowboy boots she just looked into my eyes a singing faded love i cant forget about it fugettaboutit if i ever get amnesia man it wont be hard to quell just take me down to the well and let em ring my bell see that gal all dressed in green id tell you boys i swear but its like cupping in the river for the moonlight thats there words wont never ever do but the memory remains i cant forget about it fugettaboutit
10.
my darling called me crying and broke it off over the phone and now i cant do nothing my tears like an elephant im feeling like that picture that never did turn out she made a harp from cold rain named an old dirt road my name im gonna open up my mouth and put another whiskey in for im a black cloud sinking and aint nobody here my friend im bound through the cold even if my fur is gone theres a song inside of my lungs im freezing out for my one i can see nothing i wrote her a letter and signed it with this here pain but she made a ball of it and lost it was a sand grain the sun was sinking but i thought it was the dawn the radio was on but it wouldnt play a song well someone lit the heater and then she sat right here id go home but theres a fire in my ear i open up my mouth and put another whiskey in its only the end the next beginning i can see nothing
11.
river blues 03:18
dont the river look lovely rolling all across the stones dont your baby look pretty hair flowing across her collar bones and didnt the river get wild swollen up fat with rain and didnt your baby get wild with that evil in her brain dont the world get lonely nothing high but half the moon and dont house get lonesome half of the stuff gone from the room all the birds are crying i think theyre trying to tell me to go i hear you birds going back down south don’t you know
12.
wildfire 04:04
california breathed the sun woke up and found someone balanced on her golden legs but i cant find her anywhere she and me we were the same we leapt right into the flame forever or never at all knowing its all ephemeral the cold wont disappear wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in she got lost rambling down the loving cup she passed around until all the banks we slept upon fell into the waterfall but on my face she left a brand and this line upon my hand and this road ive been treading down and all the stars that wheel around the compass doesnt know wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in if california lost her sun could never find her darling one no more gold upon her face just throw me into outer space for all the worlds been make believe a charlatans fantasy nothing on the highway sign im straggling down a line wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i dont believe in sin

about

"As Americana shape-shifters, the Woodshedders deftly move between various styles of roots music. The five-piece string band first formed out of a weekly gypsy-jazz gig in Harpers Ferry, but on its third album, “Wildfire,” the group reveals a much broader range of influences.

Album opener “Highway” is a pastoral, acoustic folk journey that cruises with dexterous bow work from fiddler Dave Van Deventer. More fluid chops are on display in the newgrass instrumental “Keel Reel,” which showcases nimble-fingered guitar and mandolin runs.

Beyond the tight string work, the most engaging thing about the Woodshedders’s sound is guitarist and lead singer Dwayne Brooke’s versatile vocals. In the alt-country ramble “Two Strings,” Brooke sings with a mellow ache that sounds as if it could have come from Conor Oberst or Okkervil River’s Will Sheff. But when he raises the volume in the swamp-funk stomp of “River Blues,” he stretches his pipes with a raw blues power that might make Robert Plant raise his eyebrows.

There’s more electric charge on the backwoods rocker “O Dig,” but the album rarely stays in one genre for long. “Love Crumbs” has a vintage swing groove and speedy honky-tonk guitar runs, while “Rabbit Hole” delivers a dance-friendly Cajun rhythm. Impressively, it all manages to stay cohesive. "

- — Jedd Ferris, The Washington Post

TRACK LISTING:
1. Highway
2. Keel Reel
3. Rabbit Hole
4. Two Strings
5. Phantom on the Highway
6. O Dig
7. Flat Pop & Bourbon
8. Love Crumbs
9. Fugettaboutit
10. Another Whiskey
11. River Blues
12. Wildfire

credits

released July 28, 2015

engineered and mixed by adrian olsen at montrose studios in richmond, va
mastered by dan coutant at sun room audio
lovingly produced for you by the woodshedders
cover art by maria nicklin at furyworks productions

with love to our families, friends, and music buddies.

all songs by dwayne brooke (bmi) excepting:
“highway” by dwayne brooke (bmi) and jared pool
“keel reel” by jared pool
“phantom on the highway” and “o dig” by dwayne brooke (bmi), ryan mayo, and jesse shultzaberger

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booking information: 304.268.0763 www.thewoodshedders.com
p.o. box 427 harpers ferry, wv 25425


highway
keel reel
rabbit hole
two strings
phantom on the highway
o dig
flat pop & bourbon
love crumbs
fugettaboutit
another whiskey
river blues
wildfire

dwayne brooke - guitars, vocals
ryan mayo - upright bass, piano, vocals
jared pool - mandolin, guitars, banjo, vocals
jesse shultzaberger - drums, vocals
dave van deventer - fiddle, vocals

highway i stepped to the door and the floor rushed up in its place and i saw myself shatter in the mirror of your face and there was gold but to behold it meant leaving it lay highway i sang you my song while you painted the champs elysees and your romance blew like a rose wind in my brain i marked out your curves like a lovesick luthier highway this songs to everyone who has gone away and to everyone else who had to remain if raindrops dont fall they must evaporate highway i sang you my song while you painted it all grey and the thorn wood grew up into my brain maybe forever but never someday highway

rabbit hole sitting up high on the mountain top where the wind blows out of the west a bird walked by she didnt fly had salt on her tail i guess i say wont you sing for me a song she say la la la i looked down and my money was gone way up in the sky oh why why why i just need a friend but she went down the rabbit hole i never did see her again sitting on the bank where the river flows down around the bend i made my pillow on a cypress knee when along come the braided head she replied to where you been so long with down the bayou rose on the hill become the pink moon she turned to the rougarou oh why why why i just need a friend but she went down the rabbit hole i never did see her again well then i found my curly top hanging sheets out on the line she looked me up and looked me down said they wont take long to dry now all the brown the red the gold they want to call my name but they just choke on the ash and smoke trying to kindle that old flame they say why why why i just need a friend but im gone down the rabbit hole they might not see me again so if you find me you better be my friend for im bound down the rabbit hole you might not see me again

two strings you and me babe were like two strings were just two crazy tangled up things tied up in knots and twisted and blue but somehow together were stronger us two you and me babe were like two strings going around in a circle it seems you pulling your way and me pulling mine but we hold together like a bailing twine you and me babe were like two strings onto loves tall kite we cling well sometimes we dont ever leave the ground and sometimes we sail in the high puffy clouds you and me babe were like two strings we compliment what the other one rings each on our own but we somehow belong quivering with the same sweet little song you and me babe were like two strings we get wound up and ready to spring but your love for another i never would trade well just put three together and make us a braid

phantom on the highway jenny was a bandit girl she caught a ride on the eastern breeze leveled her thumb out on the sky waiting for some man to see and there in the chrome you could see her face as she reached down for her bag didnt know the priest but she called his name just like she always had i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black six miles from magnet cove jenny walked out on the bridge rolled her smoke on the water like her daddy always did turned to the priest and coughed it up that she was on the run and there on the road a tale of woe a dark cloud passed over the sun i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black all the world is a winding road aint no use in looking back the priest looked jenny dead in the eye but before he knew what hit she cracked his skull with a river rock and pushed him off the bridge looked at herself in the rearview mirror as she lit another cigarette now shes long gone some 50 years but the priest hes down there yet i believe theres a phantom out on the highway all dressed in black all the world is a winding road there aint no use in looking back

o dig billy brown crown wearing bags on his shoulder caught chimeras for the kids in the town while fellas in umbrellas said to fortunate tellers that thered be no news to go around underneath the thunderdome some gnomes with a microphone psyched out the bikers and bands then the bad brain motorcade cattled with the old brigade up on the trans am see the boy in the wig o dig daphne kissed the banker with the ballet in his wallet while they rapped with the diplomat and the drunken politician they were wishing he would listen through the covers when they called him a rat and half dead wonderbread thundered what the daddy did and made off with the money machine but the silk throat billy goat he never caught a single note the tightrope was under his knees it was doing a jig o dig jenny lit the mezzanine the jim beam beauty queen 1975 snowhair he was under there folding up his folding chair again on the merry go ride with cocaine puddintane pulling on the wooden chain up and down the set so we stocked the shoot with birds in boots and they rolled up a jumbo jet see it was great big o dig

flat pop and bourbon well i asked the river but she didnt know just where you were going or if youd return the dust and the gravel didnt crackle or moan for you drove down my heart instead of the stones well i played the movie of my memory and repeated all the things we said but when i spoke your part the snowflake hit my heart and i knew it was over again here at the end of the night see weve been wishing on dead starlight so heres to the past and things that dont last well this flat pop and bourbons a fitting repast you always could paint a picture with your words and i guess this old blue is all i deserve so ill be the devil and you be the saint with a faraway look in your eyes made of paint our love used to be just like a pop it sparkled and it burned when you took off your top but it never did boil quite like champagne then it lost all the fizz and went down the drain here at the end of the night am im still wishing on dead starlight how can i break free from your memory more flat pop and bourbon might just be the key here at the end of the night well i see weve been wishing on dead starlight so heres to the past and things that dont last and this flat pop and bourbon that fills up my glass

love crumbs well the whorehouse cat told the rockin chair you keep rockin ill be on the bed or was that what your mama said the bear told the honey youre the one for me and put his head inside that hive of bees and then he bowled down through the trees how long can they keep us apart in my pocket aint nothing but crumbs but ive got a whole bank vault full of love thats all ive ever had and i aint never needed more john henry was a hell of a man on that west virginia rock he made a stand with that hammer in his hand the big brown rooster and the little red hen foxed the fox and locked him in the pen and then they went up around the bend how long can they keep us apart in my pocket aint nothing but crumbs but ive got a whole bank vault full of love thats all ive ever had and i aint never needed more



fugettaboutit see that gal all dressed in white boys shes the one i know cupids got a hammer mustve spent all his arrows for he nailed her sweet little frame right into my mind i cant forget about it fugettaboutit aw that girl with the red dress on ill never be the same a wildfire walking around shes sizzled in my brain someone took a scotch bonnet and put it on my head i cant forget about it fugettaboutit in every town i happen through theres ten or twelve to blame like snowflakes but sweet and warm and there aint no two the same oh that gal with the fiddle boys she sawed my heart in two it must take a ladder to get in them cowboy boots she just looked into my eyes a singing faded love i cant forget about it fugettaboutit if i ever get amnesia man it wont be hard to quell just take me down to the well and let em ring my bell see that gal all dressed in green id tell you boys i swear but its like cupping in the river for the moonlight thats there words wont never ever do but the memory remains i cant forget about it fugettaboutit



another whiskey my darling called me crying and broke it off over the phone and now i cant do nothing my tears like an elephant im feeling like that picture that never did turn out she made a harp from cold rain named an old dirt road my name im gonna open up my mouth and put another whiskey in for im a black cloud sinking and aint nobody here my friend im bound through the cold even if my fur is gone theres a song inside of my lungs im freezing out for my one i can see nothing i wrote her a letter and signed it with this here pain but she made a ball of it and lost it was a sand grain the sun was sinking but i thought it was the dawn the radio was on but it wouldnt play a song well someone lit the heater and then she sat right here id go home but theres a fire in my ear i open up my mouth and put another whiskey in its only the end the next beginning i can see nothing

river blues dont the river look lovely rolling all across the stones dont your baby look pretty hair flowing across her collar bones and didnt the river get wild swollen up fat with rain and didnt your baby get wild with that evil in her brain dont the world get lonely nothing high but half the moon and dont house get lonesome half of the stuff gone from the room all the birds are crying i think theyre trying to tell me to go i hear you birds going back down south don’t you know

wildfire california breathed the sun woke up and found someone balanced on her golden legs but i cant find her anywhere she and me we were the same we leapt right into the flame forever or never at all knowing its all ephemeral the cold wont disappear wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in she got lost rambling down the loving cup she passed around until all the banks we slept upon fell into the waterfall but on my face she left a brand and this line upon my hand and this road ive been treading down and all the stars that wheel around the compass doesnt know wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in if california lost her sun could never find her darling one no more gold upon her face just throw me into outer space for all the worlds been make believe a charlatans fantasy nothing on the highway sign im straggling down a line wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i cant tell you where ive been wildfire let me in wildfire let me in from this lonely wandering i dont believe in sin

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The Woodshedders Washington, D.C.

The Woodshedders are an Indie Roots band boasting four all-original studio albums and performances at hundreds of festivals and shows. The band consists of Dwayne Brooke on guitar and vocals, Fiddlin' Dave Van Deventer on Fiddle, Jesse Shultazaberger on drums, Jacob Smith on Saxophone and Keys, and Randy Ball on bass. The Woodshedders bring lyricism and musicality to fun, danceable shows... ... more

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