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The Hale & Hearty

by Heyward Howkins

Like a patchwork suit, it’s equal parts British tweed (see Nick Drake, John Cale, The Smiths) and dusty American flannel (see Bon Iver, M. Ward, Damien Jurado).
Genre: Folk: British Folk
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1. Thunderin' Stop
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2. Hale & Hearty
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3. Spanish Moss
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4. Sugar Sand_stitched Lip
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5. Waist High or Dry
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6. The Raucous Calls of Morning
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7. Flash Mob
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8. Theliveoak
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9. Plume and Orange
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10. Cocaine Bill
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11. Hudson Piers
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Album Notes
Thunderin’ Stop

By the side of the sleepy canal
You gave a sibilant shout and then the baby was out
The whole sky is an affront when we’re sitting in the mud
Composing ourselves for the thunderin’ stop

Oh hell you tried but I won’t be canalized
This whole valley’s been cut then we’re bracing to get up
Amusing ourselves with debris from all sides

You and I alone, you and I alone
We were walking pretty fast to the locks now maybe next

By the side of the sleepy canal
You gave a sibilant shout and then the baby fell out
The whole sky is an affront when we’re sitting in the mud
Composing ourselves for the thunderin’ stop

You and I alone, you and I alone
We were walking pretty fast to the locks now maybe next
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Hale & Hearty

With the Vellum girls at dawn
Making nothing more than fun
Where the prize is a frown that could white out the town

And the shadow boys of late
Are bent on breaking coffee dates
While you’re skimming the curds off your failing verbs

Go on have another bump ‘til it all feels right
Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty

Later on the porch foreign bodies getting warm
They aim to fill a whole garage with unhelpful hints from empty jobs
You have been sloughed off by your state; we're the saints now you're the snake
Fashion a pillow from your braids, close out your night in east PA

Go on have another bump ‘til it all feels right
Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty
They’ll be down two pair of eyes and reddened by a setting sky
They won't call
You won't mind

And now the nuns got you marching for the weekend parade
In line with your neighbor well you should be able
A slide from your trombone or a feeble favor
Was that all you were, is that all you are?

Go on have another bump ‘til it all feels right
Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty

A friend of debt or downright poor
Whether sad or suffered loss
From back woods or forward thought....stay calm
Every rod in every eye
The amplitude of every life...
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Spanish Moss

My city's cold and naked
Who’ll wrap an arm around it?
My city's looking skinny
Who’ll ask it in for dinner?
Weekends the wasted ponder
Which neighborhood is tougher?
Less so the night they're in it
They won’t last a minute

Boozing ‘til bold
On the Jersey side they never know
That the fight is paramount
Is it ever gonna settle out?

My city's way hung-over
Still sore from red October
The sweet house it’s up the river
Keeps time on broken livers
Back roads are still snow covered
Sad plows give them no love
Columbus came back to find his street
Paved now with dope and blood

And now we’re getting tossed...under Spanish moss
A nether compound, a northern let down
Are you married to your code?
Was this lock now or was it load?

Who knows, who knows, you know

Your city's sitting pretty
Squares green from southern living
Masons and motor races
Brimmed hats on babes in waiting
Magnolia is housing
Heywards on cotton couches
Missed calls are getting massive
From girlfriends and later spouses

Boozing ‘til bold
On the Georgia side they never know
That the fight is paramount
Is it ever gonna settle out?
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Sugar Sand, Stitched Lip

A Saint Martin's summer in the pines
And the next days all Alcyone
With a cooler and a lighter I'll be gone
When you wake up will you notice I've come home

It was clear path heading to the car
Through the cedars of Atsion
For a hot joviality I traded some salary
You can bet they'll be buzzing my phone

Heard your sister's got a nervous web
Round her head doctors won't collect
Your stiff limbs could be some calm
But your right hand's a fist, left a broken arm

A swift tour but later I got barred
In an oxbow of Mullica
With the sugar sand footing I'll be gone
And when you wake up will you notice I'm not home

Heard the whistle from a distant charge
Round my tent bottles don't get warm
With a stitched lip and a slurry start
My right side's a mist, left a soaking storm

Stitched lip I’m a grown man
Laying plans in the sugar sand
God damn I’m a grown man
Tent stakes in the sugar sand
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Waist High or Dry

Measure the Salton Sea babe waist high or dry
Turn amenities into enemies
And the night's been strip mined
But every morning a higher climb

All white knuckles in the cab
A beat day has buckled every lap
So no one has spoken since we sat
Heavy eyes all around

A basin and band subside
Stuffing garnets in your garments in time
The cherry creek is offering
To place the day in drive

Aspens carved up front to back
Peeling their skin
Stealing back the west
Still no one has spoken since we sat
Heavy eyes all around

Ely‘s up early making events for vacant kind
But you won’t know their age the brows belie, belie
Still the home team won't win for a father due or a deadened friend

All white knuckles in the cab
A beat day has buckled every lap
So no one has spoken since we sat
Heavy eyes all around
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The Raucous Calls of Morning

The raucous calls of morning won't beat on your door
And I'm not on board with back and forth
To keep accord we hammer toward not being so hard

So charming in disorder what if we were arranged
And how we came
When it's not me periphery must be the cause
Must be

A terminal moraine that muscle memory made
An esker funnels in and even floats your name
When it's still early try me
No it's too early don't try me

We hammer toward not being so hard
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Flash Mob

Caught in a flash mob
Tsunami of young love
Hey neighbor you’ve been struck
By an army of now what?
Conscription’s been turned off
But enlistment is way up
For the listless and laid off
Bathe our ankles in sweet broth

//Street steam
Mimics a movie's mystique...when police
Bring heat
And the only thing packed was your keys, and your teeth
In a hoody you save for
Occasions like these

Traditions in hard luck
Create a rich buzz
And the backlight has these bugs
Clinging like lost moths
‘Til your friends all got brushed off
A thick wedge of thin cops
That formation is so tough
But they’re shaking like lost dogs

//Street steam
Mimics a movie's mystique...when police
Bring heat
And the only thing packed was your keys, and your teeth
In a hoody you save for
Occasions like these
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TheLiveOak

We got a lion named Christian
He would cut his own self and go straight to licking
And up the blvd they fly
Flags of all exes and they’ll take no questions

If you think as much as you ought
You might think as much as you are thought

We got an island, a fixture
It’s Petty’s between us a stop for the sleeveless
The hoods are ornaments in cars
In pack form or shredded gets bad if you let it

If you think as much as you ought
You might think as much as you are thought
You live east but look south and sound lost

Needling Mona Bone
Strangling Roman Cokes
They laid the old Tacon
Cross the Delaware's gravel throat

Oh humble Oaklyn
That’s where these folks live
They lumber within
Outside they look it
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Plume and Orange

Young Bowerbird he made an offer
Stacked high for a lady that's wandering by
She’s through with talking
They’re the last two with a body still walking

Plume and orange he'll try a last arch
Of doll curls and the bedding of pop stars
Wet with song, now wholly wrung out
The rust stains make a track list of last sounds

No wisdom
No worry
Holding breath like canaries
There's no whistle or work just soft earth and two birds

She followed him into his twig hearth
Both cold but their feathers are some warmth
All outside last night is streaming
Through a pinhole in the early evening

Groomed but harmed
There’s no more squawking
They’re tight-beaked about blood
Tight-beaked about blood...y markings

Opportune grass pushed open gatefolds
The highest allies landed on light poles
And pallets of gold bars reserved for no one
Pallets of gold bars reserves for none

Southern squalls turned heads of yellow
Still shaped in the paintings on sidewalls
Plume and orange a shoal has soaked in
But inside are the cinders still smoking

No wisdom
No worry
Holding breath like canaries
There's no whistle or work
Just soft earth
And two birds
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Cocaine Bill

Dirty white bucks in a wagoneer truck
All but 15 on a Stop and Go run
On our return you heard the opiates hum
Again when we met you were a dead 31

Dirty right hand with a cigarette tan
Through a chain link fence there’s a hole in the Mann
Putting up with lemons, it became a penance
In a polarized friend

You’re like a cocaine Bill in auld triangle
Now a ghost
At times I can hear you, at times I will hear you
In the harmonies close

Dirty white bucks in a wagoneer truck
All but 15 on a Stop and Go run
On our return you heard the opiates hum
Again when we met you were a dead 31

Thirty odd times with a cavalier shrug
Only 19 but all tough love
I saw you keeping kitchen and hid behind the dishes
In an Italian home
In your Italian home

You’re like a cocaine Bill in auld triangle
Now a ghost
At times I can hear you, at times I will hear you
In the harmonies close
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Hudson Piers

Some sons slipped into caissons
And in the Hudson they are home
In the Washington bridge in the piers that they live
From the roll call they are gone

Hudson peers men of grout and steel
Hear a caterwaul when they take their meals
But there's nothing said, they just eat their bread
To prevent the bends

Some moms sit in aprons at the corner of each bed
And they're chewing their nails through the cold driving hail
Still speak lively of the dead

Hudson peers men of grout and steel
Hear a caterwaul when they take their meals
But there's nothing said, they just eat their bread
To prevent the bends

Some loves are cantilevers
With a penchant for the edge
A kiss on the plank
They defy higher rank
And a step to the right
Starts a dance in the night
Of the frozen New York air

Hudson peers men of grout and steel
Hear a caterwaul when they take their meals
But there's nothing said, they just eat their bread
To prevent the bends

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