Quill

by The Last Bison

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Alternative Folk with a classical sensibilities, Quill is the debut album of Chesapeake, VA based band, The Last Bison.

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released 28 September 2011

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The Last Bison Chesapeake, Virginia

The Last Bison’s mountain-top chamber music combines elements of alternative indie-folk with classical sensibilities. The music of this seven member band grew organically in the family living room and around backyard bonfires giving it a rootsy quality and yet the complex arrangements and refined strings seem just as appropriate in the symphony hall. ... more

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Track Name: Switzerland
SWITZERLAND

We tried to sleep up in the banks of snow
But soon discovered it was far too cold
So we then retreated into town
To find a place where there was level ground

Oh
Call home

Oh oh Switzerland
Youʼve taken way my breath now once again
Youʼve left me with a sense of compassion
For the ones who
Cant pick them selves up off the ground

Oh Switzerland
I never thought id have you as a friend
I'm praying it was not at all pretend
I need you now
To help pick me up from off the ground

Our drinks were hardly worth the price we paid
But we thanked God for them anyways and
With five minutes left we broke our backs
To spend more money than either of us had

Oh
Call home

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: They Are Filled
THEY ARE FILLED

These all look to you
For you to bring them food
When their season’s due
When their season’s due

When you give it up to them
They gather and shout amen
You open up your hands
You open up your hands

You hide your face from them
Then you take their breath away
It’s then they are dismayed
It’s then they are dismayed

They die
Return to the dust

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Quill
QUILL

When the ink meets quill
With love my letters are filled
Let us seal this love as the back
Of the envelope’s sealed with wax

We will run away
From those who’d lead us astray
Searching hard we will fully rely
On the words of the one crucified

We will run away
From those who lead us astray
Searching hard we will fully rely
On the grace of the one crucified

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Iscariot
ISCARIOT

Woe unto you
Double crossing the Son of Man
For in the dish you have dipped your hand

Lo you come here
To deliver the deliverer
From simple kiss into tainted hands

Iscariot, Iscariot
The devil has you now
You’re set up for betrayal
Iscariot, Iscariot
The devil has you now
Your kiss tastes like a crown of thorns

I have used, I have used
Your unbelief, to set them free
So die now, die now my Judas

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Setting our Tables
SETTING OUR TABLES

As the Red Deer relate to
The month of April.
So do we wait patiently
To set our tables

Our forks and knives
They work with antlers side by side
They’re gnawing at the withered pine
Hoping she’s the one

And my Father’s Bride
Is tearing down the mountain side
Soon the trees will all align
Leaving us with Sons

Cast them later than the older ones
Until September when they have become
Fully covered in a velvet skin
Till they’re just like the shrubs and saplings they defend

As the skin sheds slowly
The mount becomes more stable
And I would climb to redefine
The path if I were able

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: River Rhine
RIVER RHINE

Oh for you to be
With your blood kin and me
On these stairs
Drinking our wine
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine

Oh for you to see
All the things that I’ve seen
From these stairs on my own time
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine

Dark and cold
The nights we stole
As we’d escape from
Walls of wood
And walls of stone
To recreate them

Oh for you to be
With your blood kin and me
On these stairs
Drinking our wine
By River River Rhine
The River River Rhine
The River River River Rhine

Dark and Cold
The nights we stole
As we’d escape from
Walls of wood
And walls of stone
To recreate the sounds
On the night I loved you

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: The Woodcutter's Son
THE WOODCUTTER'S SON

Out in the woods
Beyond the fields
In a cottage made from tin
Lives a man
And with his lathe
He would carve the faces

Of people he knew on the shore
Of people that he knew before
He surrendered himself to the trade
Fell in love with the ones he’d create

Twas the Woodcutter’s Son

He fiddled away
With the friends that he made
Then he’d place them on the shelf
One by one
Giving them names
Of distant places

Where he had experienced love
From ones had no memory of
From ones he had known long ago
Whose cradles and lamp stands he’d known

Twas the Woodcutter’s Son

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: In Your Room
IN YOUR ROOM

In the night
When you go (go out and)
Waste all your time
Doing all of your deeds before the dawn

You go out
In the dark (and then you)
Light up your spark
You strike the match
To melt the wax, but your wick’s flawed

Your candle blends with daylight
You light her up in the night
You didn’t know the wind blew
Through the cracks in your room

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Autumn Snow
AUTUMN SNOW

We will sow
We will sow
For to bring the autumn snow
And our labor shall not
Be for us in vain

She will grow she will grow
For to make their dresses flow
Till she’s seeded by the gin
Till the mistress weaves again
We will sow
We will sow
And she will grow

We will weave
We will weave
Until the Master has his sleeves
And for good measure
We’ll clasp his snaps ‘fore dawn

Never leave
Never leave
Until the unison’s agreed
That she is no longer rough
Like the hands that reap her up
We will weave
We will weave
And never leave

These blistered and
These calloused hands
Have done no work alone

We formulate
Then recreate
The patterns that we’ve sown

Foremost the gin
Then fibers spin
It’s all we’ll ever know

For are forebears
Have left us here
To reap the autumn snow
We will reap the autumn snow

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Tired Hands
TIRED HANDS

You stayed an hour
From where I once laid
With back on the grass
And feet where it was paved
Where water mixed in
With the rust and decay

You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying

Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)
But dear, as the light starts to fading,
My heart grows fond (Hey)
Its a product of absence I’m sure
Still I over-analyze (Hey)
A day without words makes me wonder
If your fingers grew tired
If you misplaced the wires

Under the water
Out the other side
We were intercepted
By fathers and scribes
With burnt offerings
We had finally arrived

You slept while I wept
You slept
I wept
Waiting
Praying

©bisonfolk 2011
Track Name: Dark Am I
DARK AM I

Staring through every window
Staring till the glass does break
Hiding on the mountainside
Descend the cliffs and let me see your face

When the doors to the streets are closed
And the sound of the grinding fades
When men rise up like birds
And all their songs grow faint

Dark am I
Dark am I
Dark am I
Yet lovely

Lai lai lai lai... (Hep)

©bisonfolk 2011