Amber Skies and the Evergreen

by Ferdinand the Bull

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Ferdinand the Bull's first professional release, recorded in the Wilderness Recording Studio.

Written by Ferdinand the Bull

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released October 9, 2015

All songs written by Ferdinand the Bull
Produced, Mixed, Engineered, and Mastered by Jay Vega at the Wilderness Recording Studio.

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Track Name: Life On the Road
And if we take this road it might just be the way I want to go.
We’ll use all of these tools we’ve got and everything we know
It’s the late night conversations, it’s the people that we meet.
Finding our own ways, and keep our ears down on the street.
And the day goes by that’s how it’s gonna stay.

Life on the road is fine, a simple place where I can walk the line.
“It’s a chance,” I think while all the music settles back in time.
The next town we pass could be another home for us to find.
As the walls fall down, my city rises - and I take it as a sign.
And the day goes by that’s how it’s gonna stay.
Track Name: Flowerbed
A flowerbed, to lay a body down.
A gentle song to sing the stars are out.
Ignite a candle, to feel some warmth, and guide through the night.
A place somewhere to hide the thoughts, that will never see light.
A place to rest, a place to stay right here.

Away in gold, from the northern banks. In shape of a man, not said his thanks.
Away he came, in the pouring rain. Where he touched her hand, and was lost again.

Believe that it’s an autumn dream once had.
Where the night is young, the grass can be a bed.
To kill a king, just show what these desires will beget.
And take away those bright days he’d never want forget.
That death will come right back, and grin - trace an x upon the skin.
Shake your hand and say, “how do you do?”
And when he calls for me, I hope you will too.

Away in gold, from the northern banks. In shape of a man, not said his thanks.
Away he came, in the pouring rain. Where he touched her hand, and was lost again.

A call to arms, to set all ships to sea.
Not lost yet, but lost all too soon to be.
Coronate uncertainty, canonize a fool.
Don’t think of me, a song unsung – a soul taken too soon.
A song to sing, a song where love is found.
Open your eyes, this man is underground.
Track Name: Coastal and 133rd
You never forget your first time at the shore
The sunburn that never quite tans, the seaglass, the girl
Snowbirds and sandals and holes in my shirt
Palm trees a bit out of place in the Maryland dirt
Clouds crept up to the bayside port
From the second day on, every day, it thundered and poured
Thank goodness for the boardwalk bar and its warmth
And the girl at the fireplace and her shelter from the storm

And it rained on and on
We didn’t care, the waves still crashed and backed off just the same
And it rained on and on
We danced in the sand, we danced the whole night long

Wednesday began where the evening adjourned
The condo on the corner of Coastal and one thirty third
We hitchhiked down to the boardwalk arcade
And sprinted back all twenty one blocks in the rain

And it rained on and on
We didn’t care, the waves still crashed and backed off just the same
And it rained on and on
We danced in the sand, we danced the whole night long

Drove down Friday morning to say our goodbyes on the beach
Guitar packed behind the tire of my grey SUV
Her chin on my shoulder, we were soaked to the bone
One last slowdance in the ice-cold ankle-high foam
Track Name: Little Leaf
Little leaf in the river, no control or complications, caught against a stone no way to come down.
It’s the coffee at midnight, and the whiskey at dawn, takes away your courage until the moment is gone.

What a time, my darling, to be living alone.

It’s the quicksand molasses, it’s the vertigo ride
It’s the vertical bars of the patio blinds
It’s the deadbolt that breaks, it’s the words from my mouth
When the car doesn’t start so I can chase you down

What a time, my darling, to be living alone.

It’s the sound that the road makes, when you’re there the first time, that vibrates and grabs you, and you fall out of line.
It’s your fear that’s a liar, and speaks louder than hope. Weakens your lungs, slowly filling with smoke.

What a time, my darling, to be living alone.