Six or 7 Songs

by Camp Wisdom

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about

Recorded infrequently from June to October 2013 in a lot of places, but mostly:

- The living room and bathroom of the Guest House in Olympia, Wash.
- Clintonville Studios (Paul's parents' house) in Columbus, Ohio

Thanks to everyone and everything in the entire universe. You are all special. This album is dedicated to to Maia Hisamoto--thank you for the inspiration, love, and light. Wish you could've stuck around a little longer.

credits

released 20 October 2013

All words and music by Stephen Smith and Camp Wisdom, except Wyld Woman (Preston Smith).

Camp Wisdom is Stephen Smith, River Nason, Paul Williams, Roy Johnson, Liam Hindahl, and frequently Jonathan Thompson. Banjo pickin on Wyld Woman is Maxwell Poulous, who is the man.

Recorded mostly by River but Stephen engineered a bunch of his own guitar and vocal tracking. Liam did most of the mixing on World So Small, Trees So Tall.

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Track Name: Two Generals (and a Game of Hide'n Go Seek)
She's got silver teeth which shimmer and shine when she chastises me
She's got a dress that drags, when she dances, she wipes the floor clean
I've got a rock that frowns, a crack from the frost that took my wildflowers

And when we're done playing our game of two generals
It'll be another round of hide-n-go-seek
And so I'll be sittin in the tallest of trees
Singin oh my, oh my goodness

She's been givin the fancy nods to the hardest working man around this town
She's got the words that provoke, she'll turn a high-seated poet into a head-hangin king
But I've still got the loyal band, we've been swingin ever since the first beat
Track Name: Blackberry Brambles
If you ever decide to come find me
Something I openly admit I do not believe
Fill your rucksack with some reasonable notions
Like the dreams you've been having about the swelling oceans
And tie your shoes the same way that I do
Double knotted and ending with two loops
But remember that the deer do not play in the blackberry brambles
Point your compass straight towards the place you call home
Turn your body completely around
Let your footsteps hallow the fallen leaves
Music by which all wild creatures must sleep
And if any other sound comes instead
Stop to make sure that you are not dead
Just remember that the deer do not play in the blackberry brambles
Track Name: World So Small, Trees So Tall
Crazy world, when did you get so small
Seems like yesterday the trees were so tall
Restless mind, when did you get so hungry
Seems like yesterday I was a humble man
My fair lady, why do you look so sad
Seems like yesterday what you needed you did have
Crazy world, when did you get so small
Seems like yesterday the trees were so tall
And the trees were so tall
Track Name: Creek Bed
The creek bed that winds through the virgin wood lies just beyond this mountain ridge
When you hear three shots from my gun, it means that I have found the one
We will learn to be untamed, we will dance to the flicker of the flame
We will pray, oh we will pray that the congressman don't take this one away
And isn't it funny how the things that you love can just float away
Track Name: Wyld Woman
Wild wild woman, hair painted red
Wrapped up in a blanket and praying with your hands
You're crying and it's cold, you're crying and it's cold
Broken on a narrow city road
Wild wild woman, who can you trust
The world is full of men and their hearts are full of rust
They're crying and it's cold, they're crying and it's cold
Mothers waiting for them to come home
Wild wild woman, running coast to coast
From a past that haunts you and the friends that mean you most
Cause when you're crying and it's cold, when you're crying and it's cold
With open arms we'll be waiting at your home