Logging Road

Places where my friends use to go
Their claws and teeth nevermind the gold
And their raven overlookers
With their gizzards full of stones
Flying over their frozen moons
And their frozen caribou bones
All their lives come across
Litter laid logging roads
They know its all been stole
They know its all been told
They know its all been sold
They know its all for gold
Golden man throw your soul in the sea
Swim around you want to be free
And your dusty bits of gold
Magnetize your blood shot eyes
Saloon spinning round and round
You know the sun will never shine
Places where my friends use to go
Their claws and teeth never mind the gold...

words by mark seabrook
music by Shawn Corbiere and No Reservations
Vocals by Jen Brunelle

Copyright © 2001 Mark Seabrook