Scott Simpson | Edge of the Known

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Edge of the Known

by Scott Simpson

Off the grid, out in the hills, acoustically driven songs deliver wistful dispatches from beyond the edge of the known.
Genre: Rock: Americana
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1. Undone
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2. Sun Is Shining Down (Sunshine On My Shoulders)
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3. People as Tall as Mountains
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4. Smoke On the Mountainside
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5. Big Snow
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6. Photo Graphe'
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7. Bushwhackin'
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8. Who Sings This Song?
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9. Rocks Make a River Sing
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10. Edge of the Known
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Undone

I am jumping, jumping fences, fences I have built,
Feet are pounding, frozen grasses, edge of all my guilt.
Swaying branches, edge of breaking, make a mournful sound,
Shiny apples, shiny apples, fallen on the ground.

All my races now have been unrun.
All my doings here have been undone.

Coming to the edge of the known
Always has the feel of bare bone
Strip away the critics you'll finally stand on your own.

I am listening to the owls, to wind upon their wings,
To the hunter and the hunted, songs that each one sings.
In the end there is a story told about this dance,
It is danger, it is hunger, death and romance.

All my races now have been unrun.
All my doings here have been undone.

Coming to the edge of the known
Always has the feel of bare bone
Strip away the punchline, you'll finally stand on your own.

I am made of mud and water,
I am born of sun and grass,
I am blood and I am wind,
I am, and I shall pass...

I am made of mud and water,
I am born of sun and grass,
I am blood and I am wind,
I am, and I shall pass...

I am made of mud and water,
I am born of sun and grass,
I am blood and I am wind,
I am, and I shall pass...

All my races now have been unrun.
All my doings here have been undone.

Coming to the edge of the known
Always has the feel of bare bone
Strip away the noise, and you're never, never alone.

Coming to the edge of the known
Always has the feel of bare bone
Strip away the noise, and you're never, never alone.

I am made of mud and water,
I am born of sun and grass,
I am blood and I am wind,
I am, and I shall pass...

(repeat to end)



Sun is Shining Down
(arr. by Scott Simpson, with original music and lyrics for Sunshine on my Shoulders by John Denver)

Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely,
Sunshine almost always makes me high.

Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give a day just like today,
And if I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way.
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile,
And if I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while.

Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...
Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely,
Sunshine almost always makes me high.

Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...
Sun is shining down, sun is shining down...


People As Tall As Mountains

There's a bird here,
It has a broke wing
And there are coyotes
On the prowl;
And there are people
Forgot how to sing,
They are broken Somehow.

There is a pine tree
Once struck by lightening
Its needles red-brown
As blood;
And there are people
As tall as mountains
Who now have fallen
Right where they stood.

There's a bird here,
It has a broke wing
And there are coyotes
On the prowl;
And there are people
Forgot how to sing,
They are broken Somehow.
There is a pine tree
Once struck by lightening
Its needles red-brown
As blood;
And there are people
As tall as mountains
Who now have fallen
Right where they stood.



Smoke on the Mountainside

Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.

Can't find a trail
Without the smell of powder
The taste of the chase,
Can't find a creek
Without the flavor of blood
Spilled on the bank

Can't find a road
Where the Camo Rodeo
Hasn't yet been,
Can't find a night
Without the crackle of guns
On either end

Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.

I don't know myself
Without a snub-nosed partner
Close to my heart;
So much concealment,
And ready for action—
Tear something apart

I've been up to the mountain
Just to see what was true;
I saw the signs of worship
At the altar of amendment
Number two...

Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.

(Instrumental Verse)

Can't find a town
Without amputees
And crying mothers;
Can't we find a way?
We're destroying ourselves
When we're destroying "the other"

I've been up to the mountain
Just to see what was true;
I saw the signs of worship
At the altar of amendment
Number two...

Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.
Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.
Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.

Smoke on the mountainside,
Barbed-wire, fur and hide
Smoke on the mountainside
Shots are fired, there's no place to hide.

(fade to end)



Big Snow

They say it's quiet just before the storm,
You know I'm lying if I say I pick the substance over form
Over form...

These limbs are heavy with a coldness from the sky,
Sometimes it gives me pause to watch my breath leaving when I sigh...

Winter is magic, oh it sparkles and it swirls around the hills,
But winter's deadly—it tries to pry the door and crack the window sills,
Tries to crack the window sills...

So grab your brother, sister, do not let him wander far from home,
Cause when the darkness comes, the woods will steal him,
The woods will steal him for their own, steal him for their own...

Eeyeah... Big snow...Eeyeah...Big snow...

The northern country is a wild untamed season of the mind,
So many stars above, so many eyes that follow from behind,
Follow from behind...

The only eyes that really matter are the ones you use to cry,
Winter swallows every sound beyond the passing year's goodbye,
The passing year's goodbye, goodbye...

Eeyeah... Big snow...Eeyeah...Big snow...Eeyeah... Big snow...Eeyeah...Big snow...



Photo Graphe'
(instrumental)



Bushwhackin'

Every day my clock is ticking
Except it's not a clock
It's my smartphone playing chicken
With this here six-pound rock.
Don't care what text is arriving,
Just which appointment I just missed,
I gotta get somewhere I don't need permission
Just to shout out loud, just to take a piss.

Don't pay me no nevermind I'm just
Runnin' round these woods,
Gotta get some bushwackin' done or I will
Lose my mind for good, now
Yes I will
Lose my mind for good

This planet's getting hotter
And I'm not just talking degrees
You gotta get yourself out of the kitchen
You gotta get yourself back into the trees.
They say the more you cram into an hour
The more you can relax later on,
But there's no work makes a bird, makes a flower
Ignore 'em too long an 'fore you know it they're gone.

Don't pay me no nevermind I'm just
Runnin' round these woods,
Gotta get some bushwackin' done or I will
Lose my mind for good.
Don't pay me no nevermind I'm just
Runnin' round these woods,
Gotta get some bushwackin' done or I will
Lose my mind for good, now
Yes I will
Lose my mind for good



Who Sings This Song?

Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...

Who owns this land?
Who owns this land?
Who owns this land?
Who took it from these hands?

Who built this fence?
Who built this fence?
Who built this fence?
Who's been in and who's been out ever since?

Who broke the peace?
Who broke the peace?
Who broke the peace?
When's this occupation ever gonna cease?

Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
How loud we gonna sing it, and how long?

Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
How loud we gonna sing it, and how long?

How long?
How long?
How long?
How long must we sing this song?

How long?
How long?
How long?
How long must we sing this song?



Rocks Make the River Sing
(instrumental)



Edge of the Known

On the edge of town
There's a road I drive when I'm feeling
Out of sorts...
On the edge of town
I drive...

On the edge of love
There's a feeling like you've grown another heart
On the edge of love,
Oh it beats...

All of the questions you want to ask
About the future, about the past
Speak them into the air at last
Let them fly, far and fast...

On the edge of death
They say you finally see the life you have
On the edge of death
Oh they say you can see...

On the edge of the known
You can lay down your need for certainty
On the edge of the known
Oh, you can open up...
You can open yourself up
On the edge of the known...

All of the questions you want to ask
About the future, about the past
Speak them into the air at last
Let them fly, far and fast...
All of the questions you want to ask
About the future, about the past
Speak them into the air at last
Let them fly, far and fast...
All of the questions you want to ask
About the future, about the past
Speak them into the air at last
Let them fly, far and fast...


Words and Music by Scott Simpson, 2012, All Rights Reserved


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