Album:
Mighty Fine Time

1. White Tails (2:53)

Have a listen to the title track now!

Direct to you from the verdant green rain forests of south-western British Columbia, Lori Paul and Spiderlodge offer up this new collection of tail shakin’ tunes inspired by remote rural places and the work-worn faces of those who reside there. Multi-instrumentalist Rick Genge performs acoustic and electric guitars, bass, accordion, banjo and dobro in tribute to the great country players who came before us while Clay Thornton performs cajon, tambourine, spoons, washboard and other percussion in lieu of a drum kit to capture a rich and traditional rootsy feel. Vocalist/lyricist Lori Paul is a storyteller who relays songs of survival and redemption as told by salt-of-the-earth mothers, sisters and the hard-livin’ rounders they can’t help but love.Spiderlodge is Lori Paul, Rick Genge and Clay Thornton
All songs written by L.Paul, R.Genge & C.Thornton

Produced, arranged & engineered by Rick Genge at Spiderlodge Studio, Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada.
Lyrics

White Tails (for Violet)

We were once two white-tailed deer and it was fight or flight, my dear,
So one night we lit out for the prairie flying
Past our snowed-in Pontiac, under the icicles out back
With the northern stars above us dead and dying

We bore down barely lighting then lifted off, eyes wide, frightening
Clearing icy banks of snow no words between us
Running over the winter lawns, the gate was open and we were gone
Under our ragged breath we prayed he hadn’t seen us

Between the riders and the ridden
We were hiding, well and truly hidden
Said he loved us, but he loved us not
He called the tune, he called the shots

Well before too long I met a man who tried to love me as I am
But he never could relieve my worried mind
He could play a mean guitar but man, we never made it far
My note said ‘Sorry, honey, I’m the leaving kind”

Between the riders and the ridden
I kept on hiding, well and truly hidden
Said he loved me, but he loved me not
He played  the tune ‘cause I could not

Now the years between your birth and stone
Will wear and tear your flesh and bone
My friend you can’t outrun your family history
I can never trust myself, to be the judge of someone else
How I made it fifty years is a goddamn mystery

Between the writer and what’s written
The truth is oh so often hidden
By what is said and by what is not
But now I play the tune, now I call the shots,
I wrote this tune, it’s what I got.

.30-06  (For Robbie)

The river has worn the mountain down to beds of silt and stone
Water’s dark in the daylight, wicked deep and
The sand siftin’ through your hand carries bits of bone
But you never heard that from me no
You never heard that from me

My mama called me Katey Jane
I never knew my Daddy’s name
She never did explain him understand?
It was just the two of us until the fall of ’67
When she went home to see that glory land

Sheriff Jenkins was the law
The meanest man you ever saw
He contrived a vicious lie to make me pay
He said ‘Girl, love me like you mean it and
I will keep your crime a secret
Or else I’ll say you helped her on her way
I will tell ‘em all you helped her on her way’

Smiling through his devil eyes, oh
He knew my alibi I could not fix
Smiling still in his surprise oh when
I pulled out my .30-06 Hello Boss!
I said ‘How d’you like my .30-06?’

No one ever knew what happened but
I suggested to the chaplain
Jenkins slipped and fell into the river mix
Despite my very best intention
I somehow always fail to mention
First he met up with my .30-06 Hello Boss!
I said ‘How d’you like my .30-06?’

Smiling through his devil eyes, oh
He knew my alibi I could not fix
Smiling still in his surprise oh when
I pulled out my .30-06 Hello Boss!
I said ‘How d’you like my .30-06?’
…Oh, my purdy, dirty .30-06

The river has worn the mountain down to beds of silt and stone
That silky sand in your hand carries bits of bone
The river has worn the mountain down to beds of silt and stone
That silky sand in your hand carries bits of bone
It carries bits of bone, little itty bitty bits of bone.

Uncle John

Well, I stopped at the roadhouse out on Route 97
A band called The Rounders was up on the stage
There was my Uncle John, pickin’ and grinnin’
Wailin’ on his Gibson in spite of his age

They finished up their set with a blistering rendition
Of Townes’ White Freightliner blues
See there ain’t so much work these days for a cowboy
What else can a country boy, a country boy do?

He said ‘Sit awhile, what’re ya drinkin?
Look at you, now you’re all grown…

D’you ever feel like you skimmed over your life?
Like time is a lake and we skip ‘til we die?
Years blow by like a Buick, kickin’ up the dust in the yard
Since Emily died, we’re spread far and wide
There’s nobody left on the farm
There’s nobody left on the farm

He said ‘Emily’s pictures are safe in a suitcase
With the letters Pete wrote from the war’
Then he shot back a JD, ordered another, said
‘I don’t dwell on things I don’t have anymore
He said ‘stay awhile, let’s have another,
I can’t believe you’re all grown…

D’you ever feel like you skimmed over your life?
Like time is a lake and we skip ‘til we die?
Years blow by like a Buick, kickin’ up the dust in the yard
Since Emily died, we’re spread far and wide
There’s nobody left on the farm
There’s nobody left on the farm

All Hat 

Last night my girlfriend Jane and I, we went out on the town
We found ourselves an old honky tonk and we ordered up a round
When a fine young thing in a big ol’ hat, he walked up just like John Wayne
He introduced himself as Randy Roy and he took a shine to Jane
You could say he was a smooth talker

But he was all hat and no cattle
He was a just a row boat with a single paddle
He was a snake with a teeny tiny rattle, I know that boy
He was all hat and no cattle

Now when I went to the ladies just to powder up my nose
I reckoned Jane and I we oughta mosey a little further on down the road
But I returned to find ol’ Jane up just a shakin her stuff on the floor
Honey she was two steppin’ with that cowboy like she never stepped before
You could say Jane was easily impressed

‘Cause he was all hat and no cattle
He was a just a row boat with a single paddle
He was a snake with a teeny tiny rattle, I know that boy
He was all hat and no cattle

Now Jane was smiling at me like some kind of truth or dare Madonna
When I asked her why would she stoop to that, she said
‘Girl, cause I really do wanna and tho she never did speak it aloud
I could read her just like a psychic ‘cause
He was young and dumb and full of fun and baby that’s the way Jane likes ’em
You could say they were infatuated, big time

‘Cause he was all hat and no cattle
He was a just a row boat with a single paddle
Lord knows, he was a snake with a teeny tiny rattle, I know that boy
He was all hat and no cattle
That’s right! He was all hat and no cattle.

Wish For You (For Alan)

I want to live with you in the country
To wake every morning and walk through the fields
Then sit by the fireside and grow old together
Our dogs in their beds and the cat on my knees

We’ll plant a garden of lavender lilacs
Light through their leaves will throw patterns of lace
We’ll come to see every weed and wildflower as
Blooming and dying and perfectly placed

We’ll walk in the forest, alight in the gloaming and
Listen for the night birds we rarely will see
A chorus of crickets will sing us back homeward
When the dogs want their dinner and we’d like our tea

That was the plan we made in ’89
Back in the daylight dream of years gone by
When you were very much alive and oh so golden in my eyes

Somethings in life, we just never get over
There’s no consolation, no such thing as closure
You learn this late if you live to grow older and
That is my wish for you
Sweet darlin’ that is my wish for you

I want to live with you in the country
To wake every morning and walk through the fields
Then sit by the fireside and grow old together
Our dogs in their beds and the cat on my knees

Mighty Fine Time

Let’s say that my memory is not failing
Let’s say it’s getting better all the time
Maybe we could make like we learned from our mistakes and
Maybe you could pour us some more wine my friend
Why don’t you just pour us some more wine?

Can we agree this world is one fine mess my friend?
Odds are that it always will be
Then we’ll light another drink and we will roll another smoke
Then we’ll play a few more for free my friend
I want to play a few more for  free

We’ll allow that it is possible to change whether it’s likely or not
Then we’ll play a few more songs, I’ll sing along
Cause you’re  still keeping mighty fine time my  friend
And we always have a mighty fine time

Let’s step out into the midnight air my friend
Out under that Chilliwack blue moon oh
Thank you for the fish it was truly delicious
I sure hope you’ll be coming back soon my friend
I’m always hoping you’ll be coming back soon

We’ll allow that it is possible to change whether it’s likely or not
Then we’ll play a few more songs, I’ll sing along
You’re still keeping mighty fine time my friend and
We  always have a mighty fine time

Let’s say that my memory is not failing
Let’s say it’s getting better all the time
Maybe we could fake like we learned from our mistakes
Maybe you could pour us some more wine my friend
Why don’t I just pour us some more wine?
Cause you’re still keeping mighty fine time my friend
And we always have a mighty fine time!

2. .30-06 (3:24)
3. Uncle John (2:43)
4. All Hat (3:14)
5. Wish for You (3:26)
6. Mighty Fine Time (3:05)
 

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