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Clouds Over The Delta

from Bread From These Stones by One Finite Monkey

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Clouds over the delta aren't bringing any rain.
Clouds over the delta aren't bringing any rain.
On the hills the cows are dying, on the hills the fires rage.

Folk on the side roads sell off what they can.
Folk on the side roads sell off what they can.
Without thought of destination, they're heading to some distant land.

Heat comes rising like a serpent from a dry, dry well.
Heat comes rising like a serpent from a dry, dry well.
Feels like some spirit rising straight from Hell.

Midnight dreams find me lying in an empty room.
Midnight dreams find me lying in an empty room.
As cold as the clay, as silent as an empty tomb.

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from Bread From These Stones, released June 24, 2020

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One Finite Monkey Bellingham, Washington

One Finite Monkey: a veteran of a dozen bands you’ve never heard of, a player of a dozen instruments, a producer of something like 50 obscure albums, now holed up in the attic of an old house in Bellingham, Washington, writing and recording songs.

For fans of Jerry Garcia, Neil Young, Violent Femmes, Tom Waits, Richard Thompson, and Mark Knopfler.
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