As a general rule, I try to stay away from social / political commentary in music. Although I like folk music, the stuff I really enjoy is old enough that it’s all about love, murder, betrayal, birds, the pines, and other things that don’t have much to do with labor unions and political causes and such (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Now, I’m not sure what to say about this song, except that it’s not about anything in particular. I know, how punk rock and original of me. I should add that, if I were more responsible, I would have recorded this earlier in the week so Sam could add some neat stuff to it.

<a href="http://rushmorebeekeepers.bandcamp.com/track/things-that-refuse-to-change-52-8">things that refuse to change (52-8) by rushmore beekeepers</a>

don’t try to say we’ve been through this all before
nothing really changes except for the things
that refuse to change
and i will be standing, so i can see everything
and maybe believing, believing everything i see

we can hold our hands out waiting for someone to help
or take this knowledge and take care of ourselves
i will be looking, so i’m sure not to miss a thing
maybe believing some of the things they tell me

all of these faces, they look the same to me
suits, ties, or dresses, the script might change
but not the meaning
and i will be watching, and listening to everything
and maybe believing some of the things that i see

I know it’s the wrong season for a song about fall, but i really like fall (well, the little bit we see here in the desert). I wrote and recorded a slower version of this with electric guitars, but it wasn’t very good, so I reworked the music last night, added a few words this morning, and here you are!

<a href="http://rushmorebeekeepers.bandcamp.com/track/places-on-a-map-52-7">places on a map (52-7) by rushmore beekeepers</a>

maybe next fall we’ll see the colors changing
like the season it’s meant to be
maybe we’ll wear our scarves and coats a little longer
walking underneath leaves falling from the trees
they’re falling down, in golds and reds and browns
they’re falling down

so we pick out places on a map and try to
make it happen
these cities, these towns seem so far away
it’s nice to feel at home, it’s better to know you’re there
i just want to be somewhere i know i want to stay

maybe this year we’ll find our home
someplace we’ve never seen
maybe we’ll wear our scarves and coats a little longer
walking underneath leaves falling from the trees
they’re falling down, in golds and reds and browns
they’re falling down

Most days on the drive to work I see quail crossing the street, usually in threes and in a line. Sometimes they hesitate in the middle, but I always stop and let them cross. Yesterday there was a little guy all alone, and he almost got hit. But he made it. I knew he would. And right away I started writing this song in my head, on the drive home. A couple times I saw coyotes, and they just stood there looking at me.

<a href="http://rushmorebeekeepers.bandcamp.com/track/one-two-three-52-6">one two three (52-6) by rushmore beekeepers</a>

i stop for quail when they run across the street
even though they don’t look both ways
they run across, one two three
they run across, one two three
one two three

i stop for coyotes when they stand in the street
and just say hey, leave those quail alone
don’t eat that quail, no no no
don’t eat that quail, no no no
no no no

i stop for dogs when they try to bite my car
i just let them bite it
they’re little dogs, bark bark bark
they’re little dogs, bark bark bark
bark bark bark

i stop for quail when they run across the street
and they always come in threes
they run across, one two three
they run across , one two three
one two three

I wrote and recorded all of the music (except drums) on the 31st, and had harmonica (technically mouth harp, if you’re being scholarly about this) as the main instrument. Planned on writing some lyrics after I had it all done, but it didn’t work out. Usually words and melody hit me at the same time and I go from there, so it’s a little out of routine to record all the instrument tracks before having lyrics. I really wanted words, perhaps Pogues-ish/Irish sing-alongy words, but whatever portion of Irish blood I have and my alcohol-free lifestyle wouldn’t work together, so I mixed it as an instrumental, maybe for somebody’s soundtrack. Carrie said I should try to write some words (I think she knew I was just being lazy). So, after spending a wonderful evening with her, her mom, and cousins, I came home and quietly wrote these words which are probably, vaguely, inspired by my recent obsession with the TV series Jericho.

<a href="http://rushmorebeekeepers.bandcamp.com/track/nowhere-left-to-go-52-5">nowhere left to go (52-5) by rushmore beekeepers</a>

the lights have gone out before we thought they would
and our friends have left us where we once stood
together, through dark nights and trials, it’s true
we must face our fates alone

the summer it burns and the winter it freezes
in our hands we hold everything we believe in
we survive, we have everything we need
and there’s nowhere left to go

the hope is the past, it’s not ours to own
the ghosts of our past, in shackles they moan
forever, in darkness, broken-hearted, true
they must face their fates alone

scavengers pick the bones of the world
the righteous reduced to beggars and cursed
and never, in trial or verse, will they learn
we must face our fates alone

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