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Smoky Mountain Bear

by Cedarwell

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1.
Sunrise 05:10
Sunrise Purple skies, you have waited for a long time. Small hands try, stuck in failure for the last time. Sunrise/sunrise Smoky hills, you have sacrificed your mother; Road of rock, scar of snow. See how the morning comes in silence; All is bright, all is calm. Sunrise/sunrise All of it dies.
2.
Smoky Mountains Darkness swallows all the clouds I wish it swallowed me- Not to die, but to be held Where I could barely see the face of God Or see the face of me. Yellow lifetimes flashing forth And bursting into one; Separated from myself And swirling towards the sun’s unearthly light The sun’s unearthly son. Slip into the final test: Becoming what you’re not. Baby’s breath held up by hands Whose purpose is forgotten like the soil’s Purpose is forgot. The smoky mountains call me as far as Tennessee Where I could be alone and have no enemies. The Smoky Mountains push back as strong as life itself Making the large look small-turning our heaven hell. The buildings topple quickly, the streets are filled with blood Of narcissistic men who view themselves as god. But God is keeping quiet as if He can not speak Or maybe drawing pictures somewhere that I can’t be. Computer wires get tangled and trip our crippled legs Then form a noose around me and send us to the grave. Action speaks as loud as anything has ever spoke But what that God is trying to say I’ll be the last to know. I’ll be the last to know. I’ll be the last to know.
3.
Lake Mille Lacs as Singular Lover A man asleep in his bed Drinking to quiet his head For twenty some years she’s been dead It’s not long enough. Mother is willing to die To offer the infant inside. Trading a life for a life, It’s never easy. Father is finding it hard His children are going to starve So he turns his food into ours. What a reaction. Water is rippling slow Daring to nip at my toes Daring to scream what it knows Silence is stealing the show. I could feel stars asleep in the sky The clouds had swallowed the night But all of that light’s still inside. I believe I could love you like that. I could love you like that.
4.
i swear i saw you laughin at my only flaw cause everything thats mine i gave to you tonight retreating back on everything i thought you saw and all the little green eyed girls learned how to write under these moonbeams, living isnt easy when your dying to live for love. A Portrait of the Dog as a Young Artist Cooper, you ran far today. Cooper, you came home pretty late. Cooper, I get mad when you stay out for so long But when you get back home and I look at you I see myself As a dog.
5.
Lucy 04:04
Lucy Lucy has cried her last tear And I fear for her living or dead. Scraped up and scarred by machines She tried hard to embrace them But everything’s hard when you’re alone Selfishly waiting for love from another is Selfless in a way. She wants to dream again. She hates her dreams and then In the morning she will fly away. Snowballs that hurled from a child In her mind left her weeping for the winter. Oceans that stem from a stream Always seem to get wider at the bottom.
6.
Home 03:46
We Want to be Home Matthew listens closer. Jesse speaks clearer. We want to be home. Our own beds-softer. All the roads-easier. We want to be home.
7.
I Am Small, The Road Is Long I am small, the road is long. I don’t know quite how to respond. Am I a player or a pawn? Answers echo in the dawn. “To live is to gain, and not to die.” My father taught me it’s a lie. Then does is hurt the heavens When we breathe the sky? I am small, the road is long. Every path seems a bit more wrong; God is begging for response, But I have never been that strong I have life to occupy While I am trying hard to die Can you stand the waiting While I fail to fly?
8.
Nothing More 03:56
Nothing More Tears and fire Burn a hole inside her Hope has faded into- There is nothing more. Is there nothing more? Shadowed strangers Melt from sunlight shining through A splintered halo. There is nothing more. Is there nothing more? Stale professors Have stolen minds from our ancestor’s ink To understand With their hands safe inside the other They know the war And see there is nothing more. Shrunken saviors Speak with words as soft as rain- Embracing misery. There is nothing more. Is there nothing more? There is nothing more.
9.
Oldest Mountains The oldest mountains in the world Are out my window, but I stay inside Because every shadow on the hill sends a shiver through my spine I know it’s only clouds and sunlight Playing tricks on me But they remind me of the person I can’t be. The clearest stars of my life Are outside shining, but I stay indoors. The winds been screaming since the sunset And sends a shiver through my core. I know it’s only air and friction Playing tricks on me But it reminds me of the person I can’t be.

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Weaving richly textured layers of sound, yet remaining undeniably sparse, the new album is a meditative self-confrontation that is raw with mournful honesty and rife with expansive landscape imagery.

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released September 18, 2008

Recorded in a medium sized cabin in TN by Erik G. Neave and his dog Cooper with some guitar help from Jeff Patlingrao.
Mixed by Nick Demaster in Boston, MA and Jamison Stokdyk in Sheboygan.

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Cedarwell Sheboygan, Wisconsin

Cedarwell is a song-centered, 3 piece rock band from the Midwest. Erik G. Neave writes intricate lyrics augmented by Jeff Patlingrao's space/time-bending electric guitar work and driven by Jared Beckman's distinctive stand-up drum style.

Their forthcoming album, Dia Luein, comes in April and includes 8 unreleased tracks recorded at Honeytone Studios in Neenah, WI.
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