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Home recordings 2013


"Nova Nova Scotia" coming in 2014


released December 18, 2013

Written, performed, recorded, and produced by Bus O.
Mastered by Simon Callahan

C+P 2013 Old Bus



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Old Bus Washington, D.C.

Songwriter, guitarist, singer, home recording afficionado

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Track Name: Highwayland
I'm not so much for words,
So don't ask me, I've said all I can say.
And I'm not much for sentiment,
But one of my favorite days
Was when I got on the train
On the first day after it froze
And all the women in town
Wore their brand new winter clothes,
I was stoned and cold.
It felt like a dream, I suppose.

Take a seat if you like,
But don't expect me to have a story to share.
I don't have many to tell
And the ones I got don't go anywhere.
I drove to New York City one night
Back when I had a car.
I looked for permanent friends
Until I fell asleep at the bar.
I woke up and put
All those miles back to where they are.

Billboards and my hand me downs,
Gas stations, lines on the ground,
Country DJ's and truck stop sounds,
All I need is all that I've found.

Billboards and hand me downs,
Gas stations, lane lines on the ground,
Country DJ's and truck stop sounds,
All I need is all that I've found.
Track Name: Charlemagne is Stronger than You or Me
Charlemagne is stronger than you or me
Stands tall and breathes heavily
Projects his words in a steady column of air
Aging face in a yogic stare

Words like bees and a mouth like a hive
Run for cover or you won't leave alive
Each question is laid out to capture and snare
Answers that don't need to be there

Charlemagne rules over a kingdom of trash
Collected and saved instead of cash
Old paint cans, rusty bikes, cat carriers, hot tubs block the door
Broken and done the century before

Outside the chickens roam free in the yard
Who'd have thought we'd have it harder
Than those feathered shit-makers?
Watch the ground around the steps you take...

Charlemagne's purple pimple popped
Mid-sentence, the words all stopped
Replaced by a trickle going down from the lip
Blood rainbow in an eerie strip
Track Name: Machu Picchu and Tristan da Cunha
Machu Picchu is closer than we are
To the island of Tristan da Cunha.
With its slopes and canals,
We'd have an easy time traveling
Down the perilous Andes.
Down the perilous Andes,
To the sea, to the sea,
To the island of Tristan da Cunha.

What would we do once we get
To the island of Tristan da Cunha?
Climb to the top of their mountain.
Look past all that surrounds it.
Find the perilous Andes.
Find the perilous Andes,
Past the sea, past the sea
From the island of Tristan da Cunha.

Machu Picchu's old bones never rest.
Not on the island of Tristan da Cunha.
Its peaks outnumber the isle's.
Stacked together for hundreds of miles
Along the perilous Andes.
Along the perilous Andes,
By the sea, by the sea
Not on the island of Tristan da Cunha.
Track Name: Strange Old Dove
Strange Old Dove hears Withay.
Linguist's Ear.
Gets me when I mispronounce my words.
When I'm done she tells me
Which of my stories she liked.
Seems like a funny little bird.
I want you.
I want you to keep on sitting,
Keep on listening,
And tell me to go on.

Strange Old Dove takes her time to rise.
She dozes and coos for hours.
And I'll never stop her
Because it's wrong to interrupt
The gentle rest that she loves.
I need you.
I need you to close your eyes,
Lay your head.
I'll be right here in the bed.

Strange Old Dove flies with me
Around our neighborhood.
She's my very own force of good.

I love you.
I love you.