Setlist + Lyrics – July 15, 2023 | rushmore beekeepers - indie folk music

there’s only one road into your town
i couldn’t handle that, i’d need some way out
not traveling much but not for long
we’ll get it together, find a road to get on

i’ve heard these tales of times that have passed
i’ve seen the old world, the ghosts of what you had
went on forever, then forever finally ended
things got harder even if no one meant it

the wind whips through, fighting with the trees
the road crumbles, gives way beneath our feet
i’ll ride with this caravan, i’ll be someone who stays
i’ll believe it all and earn my place

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

i can see this wearing thin
hairline cracks have grown
this is heavy, not sinking in
bracing for the unknown

what year is this? fill me in
i’m trying to find my home
do i know you? is this somewhere i’ve been?
heading toward the unknown

the rain came before morning
and fell so softly on our bones
saw your face when you let the light in
looking past the unknown

i’ll hold my breath and cover my skin
and i’ll wait like i’ve been shown
the fire burns as the night drifts in
i’ll wait for you, the unknown

close the windows and draw the curtains
something is happening here
check the doors and find the flashlights
we need a plan but there’s nothing to fear

it’s getting dark but there’s a little light left
follow it, go where it goes

listen real close and you’ll find the answers
if you can wait till the end
care about truth and care about love
these things will find you again and again

it’s getting dark but there’s a little light left
follow it, go where it goes
i’ll wait for you even in the darkness
the darkness nobody knows

when the sun rises, the story is done
the arc is long and it bends
i’ll find love wherever it lives
and grieve for peace wherever it ends

it’s getting dark but there’s a little light left
follow it, go where it goes
i’ll wait for you even in the darkness
the darkness nobody knows
i’ll wait for you even in the darkness
the darkness nobody knows

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

i saw you at the end of the block
‘neath these hundred year old trees
at six to ten feet we stopped to talk
under cloudy skies and summer’s heavy heat

under a dark sky, under stars so bright
you getaway drove until street signs were gone
stopped on the roadside, turned off the headlights
stared at that deep black sky, then moved on

maybe i’ll see you again
in a decade, or the world’s end
maybe i’ll see you sometime

they built with stone to keep the hope in
ready for trouble, ready for a feast
you and i are good at beginning
we’ll stay if we want to, run if we need

glad i saw you again
in this new town, at the world’s end
i’m glad we have some time

the fires burn and glow into the night
secrets don’t sleep and they know how to find us
under a dark sky, under stars so bright
you and i are here and that’s enough

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

i let the tall grass swallow me up
summer dirt wet with rain
i let the water tap like fingertips
felt the grass and mud stain

in the time it takes to get across the ocean
i could lie here, never move again

i climbed and climbed but lost my way
swear the ground, it changed direction
my hands refused to carry my weight
my thoughts open to dissection

in the time it takes to fight hard enough to win
i could sink in, never fight again

fresh cut grass and dusty earth
summer shade and a view
i let clouds roll in, dark and grey
landscapes change and i do

Follow Me to Ground by Sue Rainsford

i soaked my hands in water
till they couldn’t hold any more
my wrinkles like river veins
leading to the ocean

i turned my eyes to the sky
closed against the brightness
my eyelids letting light in
like a canopy of trees

these memories have lost their purpose
but their uselessness is something
i can rely on

and i’m not running
from anything anymore
i’m holding my ground and facing
whatever is on its way

i saw my fingers drift away
spilling on the table
holding tightly to whatever words
made their way to the page

i heard my mouth fall to pieces
as i tried to speak these thoughts
whatever tumbles out i hope
will find its way like the wind

these memories have lost their purpose
but their uselessness is something
i can rely on

and i’m not running
from anything anymore
i’m holding my ground and facing
whatever is on its way

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

buzzing in the trees
or is it my phone
is someone calling me?

rumbling in the skies
or is it the ground
should i duck or climb?

shadows in the fog
or is it just me
turn to look and they’re gone

rustling in the leaves
or is it nothing
nothing coming after me?

screaming in the dark
or is it just you
trying to do your part?

footsteps creaking close
or is it just you
are you someone i know?

The Anthill by Julianne Pachico

hands on my face, i’m sinking in slowly
i have time to think about what i’m doing
living in my head, making a lovely home here
i swear i’m trying to find you some room

i remember going home, wherever that would be
and the muddy days before i chose to care
memories in pieces, i guess it’s not so bad
i’ve tried to pick and choose who lives there

the flickering projector, the screen as big as life
some tastes i’m sure i owe to you
is my memory in movies, and is that so bad
it’s been so long, so long overdue

trying to look in your direction
i can see where you’re going
i can see the path you follow
will you turn back, glance at me
hope you know i’m here
i’m not lost but moving slow

used to see monsters, now i hear them in the night
i saw the twisted ones
they looked a lot like me
in summer haze, in a winter’s fever
used to know my ghosts
now my ghosts are memories

the ground it creaks, breathes under my feet
i’m walking softly
quietly calling for you
the brightness of day, the darkness of space
we’re here together
for whatever makes it true

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

hang in there, baby
they have nothing on you
they put on a big show
but no one believes it’s true

waiting on a missile
waiting for the rain
it’s never as bad as they say
but it’s never the same

trees move like nightmares
cars sound like death
walking past the cemetery
i won’t hold my breath

hang in there, baby
and i’ll hang in too
they’ll always try to take it all away
but they have nothing on you

hang in there, baby
hang in there, baby
hang in there, baby
hang in there, baby