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Tornado Mountain
02:15
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It's a windy day
Watching Eraserhead
To the loudest of whistles and howls
As a fog surrounds
And the windows shake
It lends loneliness a new sound
In my head and around
Here come gusts of one hundred
During strongest gales
I dread structure fail
I'll check in
When the storm ends
If it doesn't blow me away
Blow me away
C35 you around?
You've reached me on low
It's been slow
On this mountaintop slope
Witnessing days go
And it's stretching out
The helipads slanted in the sun
If a gust knocked me down
This would be my last performance
In a few more days
I'll make my escape
I'm trying to beat the snow home
It feels so far away
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I was stationed at Compton ridge
Maybe miles from anyone, back in 61
And I wouldn’t likely see
Anyone before the falling leaves
Well one night in high country
In the freezing fog I went to sleep
And I woke up
To my dog stirring
Then I saw beyond the jagged rocks
A tall shadow was hovering mysteriously
An eerie sight
Gradually
The strange figure came close enough to see
A long bearded Skeletor, was a now a few steps from the cabin door
I just froze for eternity
Nothing but the sound of wind in the chimney
Was it a ghost?
Maybe?
Or a Trapper sick with rabies
I can still picture
The fog walker
Lurking the earth
The Fog Walker
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I was wondering if you knew I was outside?
And is the radio room down for the night?
I need help from you
To find my way back today
To find my way back
I’m being eaten up by evil horseflies
Enough insects to block the sunlight
Where’s my flagging tape?
Must find my way back today
Must find my way back
In an hour it will be dark
Oh dear
I guess I’ll make a camp
Right here
I’ve been circling Amber Lake
Just to find myself in the exact same place...
Well I survived the night
A bear passed right by
OMG what’s that sound?
It’s rotorcraft, right?
I love you Petitot!
You got me back alive today
And I’ll just stay put now
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4. |
June
01:50
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Heard a human voice but no ones around
This area is void of all sound
Except buzzing bugs trapped in the windy howl
Cupola creaks and a distant growl
Can’t shake the feeling I’ve been here before
When I hear that strange midnight knock on my door
I’m a watchtower sentinel
View a sea of green turn skeletal
I look out onto the open ground
Will the fire cut through or take the long way around?
It was June or July on this boreal floor
I buried the peak of my permanent pour
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5. |
False Summit
00:41
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I’m climbing, climbing down
Heading home
Fires aren’t burning now it’s getting cold
We’re closing, closing, closed
Going home
Which way that is well I am sure I don’t know
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6. |
Tiara Peak
01:57
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The idea was to stay
Here for only one day
But it’s grown on you
The hum’s softer with this view
Well plans fall through
So don’t make them today
I’ll just follow you
Because we’re going the same way
So just leave it up to chance
Leave all notions of romance
And here on this mountain slate
We’ll learn to appreciate
That plans fall through
So don’t make them today
I’ll just follow you
Because we’re going the same way
Tiara Peak
If I make it I’ll stay
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7. |
Yearbook
01:09
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Mountain Mansion
Under the name Mountain Mansion, Shane Turner composes dreamy indie rock and folk inspired by his job as a Fire Lookout at Boreal Forest fire towers and Rocky Mountain summits.
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