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Why Should Not A Trumpet

by Travis Puntarelli

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Chanticlaire 03:22
chanticlair's fancy have an apple chanticlair then we'll have another one anything you want you'll have anything under the sun anything til summer's done have an apple, chanti many miles still to run many miles under the sun if you walk around the bend i shall follow you, my friend on until the journey's end many miles, chanti there's a tower in the wood once a mighty fortress stood now it's empty, chanticlair lonely tower, stone and sand none shall build it back again there's a tower, chanti
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raggle taggle gypsies There were three gypsies a-come to our door and downstairs ran this Lady-O One sang high, and the other sang low and they all sang
Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-O O my Lady threw off her silk-finish'd gown and put on hoes of leather-O The ragged ragged rags strewn about our door and she's gone with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O It was late that night when me Lord came home inquiring for his a-Lady-O We servants said on every hand: "she's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O" O Saddle to me my milk-white steed and saddle to me my pony-O that I may ride and seek a-my bride who's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O O He rode high and he rode low he rode o'er wood and copses-O Until he came to a wide open field and that's where he found his a-Lady, O What makes you leave your house and your land? What maketh you to leave your money-O? What makes you leave your new-wedded Lord to go with the Raggle-Taggle-Gypsies-O? Ah what care I? For me house or me land? What care I for money-O?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypies lips than all of the gold in the world! Oh! Last night you slept in a goose-down bed with the sheets turned out so bravely-O Tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field along with your Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O That's right I slept in a goose-down bed with the sheets turned out so bravely-O Tonight I'll sleep in a wide open field with all of me Raggle Taggle Gypsies-O!
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even tho I bin from the east to the west from the north to the south and back again over land and sea and evry little fen there's nothing i like better than you even though i dined with the king of the fey, the queen of the birds, and miss dora-dey i liked them all fine, but i couldn't stay there's nothing i like better than you years come and go my life is never ending and I thought you ought to know that if all that comes to pass is a quiet old age, like embers to ash then I will love you still like the fire that blows thru the well even in the houses where the royals frown from the Bedlam Cots to the bridge downtown evry mole-picked, fire-bitten, feather of down there's nothing I like better than you... even tho I filched all the words that I heard balanced carefully on the back of a bird and I flewem from a fiction to a farce I'm a'fear'd there's nothing I like better than you and all the pretty little irish girls and all the pretty little fey every one of them come has gone again ah, but one of them stayed at the end of the road is a fountain of gold at the end of the road is a fountain, i'm told
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Wood & Wag 02:45
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Leave your bow behind you little hunter Let your long hair blowing in the wind All that was once felled is now inside you You need never pass this way again You need never come... Oh kokia's son is coming home Oh kokia's son is coming home Wide eyed and red handed seeking bone Your own are cathedrals of living stone... and breathing Oh kokia's son is coming home Oh kokia's son, the way is open for you! See the lillies smile, See how the water laughs and dances Down the silver river stones, See all the maple maidens Lifted by the hands of Alehandra Who is always in the wind You need never pass this way again... You need never come Oh kokia's son is coming home
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the ballad of john sambles chapter 1: there once was a witch, a pretty little witch the prettiest witch in oregon she gave to me a crown of silk and i poured her a cup of milk. she said that crown would make me king "the mightiest king in oregon" and i could do most anything as long as i did nothing that would keep her from her evil ways but her evil ways were weird and they worried me she kept cursing all the ladies in the faire countrie but i was there and i wanted power so i took that crown over my hair and as i put it on my eyes cast down i was aware that it would be a debt to be repaid in full by fools and kings chapter 2: i once was a king, the mightiest king in oregon a heavy sword was on his knee, but no one needed killing. well i loved a maiden fair, the fairest maid in oregon bright her face and dark her hair, i swore i would do nothing nothing til i held that maiden in my arms but the maiden's arms were wrapped around another man and the witches curses coursed all across the land so she would bleed until she bore, and so would all the rest so i picked up my sword and i crossed my breast and i killed another man believing it was best the bane of fools and kings chapter 3: once there was a maiden fair, a fairer maid was never had never ever have i seen a fairer maid be made so mad the maddest maid in oregon this is why she was so mad: the tyrant king of oregon had killed the only love she had and love is all that matters here in oregon she rode upon a palfry to my castle gate and she threw herself upon me full of rage and hate but the little witch was in the wings with a black arrow and she threw it to the maiden's heart and it peirced her soul and now the maid is frozen in the garden of my castle the pain of fools and kings chapter 4: there once was a cheese, a real fine cheese the finest cheese in oregon the little witch was asking "please, could i have a smidgeon?" could she just have a little bite of the finest cheese in oregon i said "my dear, i cannot wear this silken crown of oregon, and my dear i cannot bear to see good folk get frozen by your magic spells" then she called a magic spell to make a mighty blast the whole continent was frozen by the spell she cast except for me, cause i was there and so beyond her power i looked into her eyes and i took off her crown i was aware that it was all only a make believe so too are fools and kings
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will i've no will of my own what care i for latitude what care i for longitude if not with you i am only half a hue colors longing resolution something strong is calling me over the land, over the sea i've no will of my own what care i, the seasons change what care i, the seasons stall i have no direction what do i care for the truth? what do i care for this song? without you i am just half of one i wish i could build a bridge over the ocean
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when will i be free no man stands alone i hold my mother's hand i walk a hundred miles take me home again i ask like i don't know when will i be free?
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o bonnie portmore o bonnie portmore you shine where you stand and the more i think on you the more i think long if i had you now as i had once before all the lords in old england would not purchase portmore o bonnie portmore i'm sorry to see the woeful destruction of your ornament tree she stood on your shore for many long's the day til the long boats from antrim came and hauled her away all the birds in the forest they bitterly weep crying where will we shelter and where will we sleep the oak and the ash are all cutten down and the walls of bonnie portmore are all down on the ground
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Lamentations 03:58
lamentations two by two and ten by four all of the beasts in the world were gone we lie upon the floor counting memories of things that have been things that were but are not now all the air over the hill where a tower's standing the trees are gone the brook is lying underneath the ground still though after all this time we'll kill the last of them i put my vision to this rhyme it's not enough to stop the fight or still though after all this, time will kill the last of them i put my vision to this rhyme it's not enough to stop the fire there's a boat along the shore all this sand and water-dust count the things that are no more all the memories of things that have been this song dies here you go on and live
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why should not a trumpet the wisdom traditions of old the same sacred stories we told over and over again who clothes itself in this voice? who dresses in this skin of noise? a mighty wind you who've been travelling so long look to the places you've grown be not proud, for wisdom is loud god is beating her drum wait for the crash of the cymbals and come! o mighty wind standing on the parapet why should not a trumpet waken them all?
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Recorded between the Novembers of 2016 and 2017 at the Harmony Studios with Eric DeAratanha in Bonny Doon, California.

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released April 1, 2018

Songs by Travis Puntarelli
Mixed and Recorded by Eric James DeAratanha
Illustrated by Forest Stearns

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Balladir is the creative musical workings of Travis Puntarelli, a song-carver who hails from Bloomington, Indiana.

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