From the Cabot Old Time jam Session Repertoire CD Vol. 1
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Sugar Hill

Farewell Trion

Down The River I Go, Uncle Joe

Skillet Good and Greasy

Oldtime Waltz - Pete Sutherland - fiddle, Dana Robinson - guitar and bass

OokPik Waltz

Two, Oldtime Fiddle tunes. Tom MacKenzie - banjo, Dana Robinson, fiddle, guitar, bass

Dunbar / Old Melinda

The Town That Music Saved is a snapshot of Vermont’s vibrant rural life, and is a testament to how much social activity continually occurs - music, art, theater, wellness, education, the list goes on. Just check out a billboard at your local village store.

TTMS - 1/10/19

The Town That Music Saved

Everett Ruess

In the spring of nineteen-thirty, at sixteen years of age With a restlessness inside, I hitched out of L.A. I hiked upon the coastline, and under lofty pines By the mournful crash of breakers, my sleep was deep and fine I wondered and I wandered, out to Yosemite Shoe leather on the mountains, I vagabond for beauty, for beauty 

In the year of thirty-one, I turned seventeen And heard the desert calling me, from Monument Valley I tramped behind my burros, Pegasus and Pericles With my pencils and my paintbrush, I went where I pleased Oh the warm and perfect colors, my eyes did behold And the wild raging silence, my heart did enfold, unresisting 

From Kayenta east to Shiprock, the scarlet cactus blooms And the smell of sage is sweet, by the Mesa Verde moon My solitude unbroken, I’m roaring drunk with life All the world a riot of sensual delight Here in the utter stillness high on a lonely cliffs edge Where the air trembles with lightning I give the wind my pledge, my pledge

I shall sing my song above the shriek of desert winds Burned and starved and weary, I’ll sing out again I’ll never leave the grace that haunts me everyday On the canyon trail I have found my way, my way 

November thirty-four I left Escalante town Something in me knows that I am glory bound Across the Colorado River to the Arizona side All that you will know was that I found my ride My body will expire in the golden burning light A moth into the flame of a starry, starry night 
Here in the utter stillness high on a lonely cliffs edge Where the air trembles with lightning I give the wind my pledge, my pledge


By Dana Robinson - July 19th 2003

Dana Robinson

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